This is the only feeling she feels now.

No matter how many black jade skeletons there are around, he still dares to fight.

Han Yang nodded and took a look inside at the stars that were lighting up in the acupoints inside his body.

Twenty-three.

At this time, as many as twenty-three stars have been condensed.

This also means that currently, there are only thirteen acupoints left that can be opened by using the Nine Phaseless Transformations.

At most, it can only open the third turn among the nine formsless turns!

"We must fight quickly..."

boom!

Han Yang turned it on directly.

Zheng!

The sound of swords exploded.

The formless gods and Buddhas are beheaded, and the white tigers are killed.

This is the ultimate killing move that is most suitable for fighting on the battlefield, fighting more with less.

Amidst the roar of the white tiger, the endless sword light slashed towards the black jade skeleton.

Click!

Click!

Countless black jade skeletons turned into withered bones under the light of the sword.

But the other black jade skeletons were not affected at all and continued to pounce madly without fear.

ten!

Hundred!

thousand!

In less than a stick of incense, the broken bones of at least a thousand black jade skeletons were piled up around the ice lotus.

But the skeletons are being killed like an endless stream, and they are still like a black tide, coming one after another.

…

Hundreds of miles away.

A man in green shirt wearing a mask, with his hands behind his back, looked ahead with an indifferent expression.

The endless black jade skeletons made his eyes flicker.

"Wuya! Don't be impulsive..."

Just when the man in green shirt was about to take a step forward, he was stopped by an old man in a mask beside him.

The old man said solemnly: "Han Yang will definitely die this time. No one can survive the siege of such a massive black skeleton. It is meaningless for you to rush in and fight him now!"

This man in green shirt is none other than Mo Luo Domain’s first demon... Mo Wuya.

Dissuaded by the old man, a trace of evil aura rose in his cold eyes.

The old man seemed to be afraid of Mo Wuya and subconsciously retracted his hand, but he still insisted on standing in front of Mo Wuya and said resolutely: "A genius who cannot grow up is ultimately useless! Wuya, don't be impulsive..."

Mo Wuya simply couldn't suppress the boiling fighting spirit in his heart.

He wished he could take his place, replace Han Yang, and fight these black jade skeletons.

Even if he died in battle like this, he would die without regrets.

As a man, you should be like this!

What kind of genius is a coward?

A genius should have an unparalleled fighting spirit, be courageous and fearless.

Just when he was hesitating whether to ignore the obstruction of his old slave and rush out at all costs, a crisp laughter pierced through the roar of the black jade skeleton and resounded throughout the space.

"Han Yang! You can only die in my hands..."

"It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested. Today I will show you to you, no one will have any injustice."

"Here comes the sword!"

Following the voice of a woman full of heroic demeanor, countless sword energy surged into the endless ocean of skeletons.
Chapter completed!