"it's useless……"

Han Yang's indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Nan Zong.

The sword light rises!

Nanzong's body was suddenly thrown into the air, and then he was pinned to the ring.

Zheng!

The sound of the dragon's roar as the spiritual sword pierced the stone platform sent chills to the hearts of all the contestants.

Nanzong's eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth and nose were filled with blood.

He couldn't imagine that Han Yang was so fast.

The spiritual sword in Han Yang's hand shook, directly shattering Nan Zong's heart and vitality dissipated, leaving Nan Zong to die with eyes closed.

"Who dares to fight!"

Han Yang, holding the Blood Lotus Spirit Sword, was like a swordsman descending to earth, ruling all directions by himself.

Thirteen geniuses, no one dares to speak out anymore.
Chapter completed!