violent!

Brutal!

At this time, Huo Bronze seemed to be transformed into a fighting machine, showing the most violent side of his physical body.

Any attack can be defeated with one punch.

boom!

Huo Qingtong was in front of Han Yang in an instant and punched out.

"Boring..."

At this moment, everyone heard two words uttered from Han Yang's mouth.

Boring?

Huo Qingtong is so strong, Han Yang is actually talking about boredom?

Is this guy too arrogant?

Just when everyone had this idea, a sudden change occurred.

I saw Han Yang lightly touching the blade with his finger.

The next moment, six strange haloes appeared on the Buddha-killing knife.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded.

Within the five meridians and forty-five acupoints in the body, a fighting spirit like a god suddenly opened its eyes.

The gods are singing!

The God of War is roaring!

At this moment, Han Yang seemed to have received blessings from the gods.

The body bloomed with the bright light of the gods.

The nine-turn phaseless battle divine way!

Unity of spirit, spirit and spirit.

A gray line appeared between heaven and earth.

puff!

Gray lines swept across Huo Bronze's body.

The two figures passed each other.

Time and space seemed to have stopped.

Both figures remained motionless.

until……

Boom!

The sound of the bowstring breaking rang in everyone's ears, like thunder exploding.

A subtle line of blood appeared between Huo Bronze's neck.

He opened his mouth and asked, "What kind of sword skill is this?"

Han Yang stood up with a sword in his hand and said calmly: "God of War Slash!"

"Ha, hahahaha... What a God of War!"

Huo Qingtong laughed.

Every time he laughed, the scars on his neck grew larger.

Until...bang!

The neck exploded and the head flew out.

The laughter stopped suddenly.

Huo Qingtong, die!

Others didn't even realize what happened, Huo Qingqing had already died in the battle.

Horror!

fear!

incredible.

Qian Dao and Lu Jianqiu seemed to have been struck by thunder, their mouths wide open in shock and their eyes staring straight.

Dead?

The invincible Huo Qingtong died like this?

How is this possible!

How could Han Yang kill Huo Bronze!

In the eyes of everyone with disbelief, Han Yang pointed his sword forward: "It's your turn!"

The blade points directly at the dawn in the east!

Dongfang Dawn slowly looked away from Huo Qingtong's body.

This kind of sword skill is simply terrifying.

With his eyesight, he can naturally find it.

Han Yang is at the sixth level of the Third Realm, but has seventh level combat power.

But this invincible sword skill suddenly raised Han Yang's combat power to the eighth level!

Four Symbols Cursed Seal Knife!

Heaven's Way Zen Sings and Cuts!

Even, the world-destroying knife!

According to intelligence records, none of the several sword techniques that Han Yang was good at seemed to be as powerful as the sword that killed Huo Bronze.

That sword seemed to be blessed by the gods.

There is even an illusion of dawn in the east.

At that moment, it seemed as if forty-five Han Yang were wielding swords together.

With his hand on the hilt of the sword, Dongfang Lixiao's aura continued to rise.

Six halos and two halos gradually merged with the aura on his body.

Dongfang Poxiao said in a cold tone: "This sword, called Poxiao, is the ultimate sword that I have practiced all my life. If you can break this sword, you can also take my life!"

Han Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Eastern Dawn is a bit interesting.

Huo Qingtong is known as a genius, but in fact he just practiced the peerless skills of his predecessors.

Without the Bronze Combat Technique, Huo Bronze is just an ordinary seventh level of the Third Realm.

But Dongfang Breaking Dawn seems to have developed its own opinions on the way of swordsmanship.

The dawn in the east at this moment is like a black hole, swallowing everything.

Flesh!

law!

Soul!

All converged to the extreme.

It is not the One Yuan Dao, but it is very similar to the One Yuan Dao.

Zheng!

In an instant, the sound of a sword sounded.

As the sound of swords sounded, all the breath of dawn in the east roared out at this moment.

It's like...the bright sun is dawning.

A ray of sunshine pierces the darkness.

Throw light into the world.

When everyone's eyes were attracted by the unusually beautiful light of dawn, the sword of Dongfang Dawn had already reached the center of Han Yang's eyebrows.

Violence!

Extreme speed!
To be continued...