In an instant, Han Bing condensed a ten-meter-long extremely sharp ice knife in his hand. He swung out the knife and drew a mysterious trajectory. The twenty soldiers were cut into two by his knife.
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In just a few breaths, these twenty warriors plus a senior swordsman were killed by the ice. This is a small part of the terrifying strength of the powerful saint. (83k)
"What a terrifying strong man. Who is this person? How could there be such a powerful person under your command and I don't know about it?" Raisman was shocked. After he became a great swordsman, his vision also changed.
He has become much stronger than before, and he can clearly recognize the gap between the two sides. If Han Bing wants to kill him, he may be able to kill him instantly with just one face-to-face encounter.
Duke Tovien is a great nobleman who has been passed down for thousands of years. He has extremely strong strength and has many masters under his command.
More than twenty soldiers at the entrance were killed, which immediately alerted the masters in the manor.
Three ninth-level sword masters wearing magic knight armor and holding fine magic swords, ten eighth-level great swordsmen, thirty swordsmen, two eighth-level magicians, four great magicians, and thirteen senior
Magicians, a team of twenty-four intermediate magicians who could kill an army of ten thousand people with no problem, came from all directions.
In addition, there were countless masters who had cultivated fighting spirit, junior magicians, and ordinary warriors. They poured out from all directions from the extremely luxurious villa and estate covering thousands of acres and rushed towards Raisman's team.
Every big noble with real power is equivalent to a small prince. He has huge strength and power, and can recruit many masters to work for them. The Duke of Tovien family has been inherited for thousands of years and has a profound foundation. Naturally, it also has a huge
strength.
Raisman felt the powerful momentum rising in the manor, and his heart was filled with shock. The strength in the manor was not something that their team could match.
That huge power, if coordinated properly, even a strong man from the holy realm can't take advantage of it.
"Come with me, don't worry, you have your own arrangements," Han Bing said calmly, as if he had seen through Raisman's thoughts.
Raisman could only bite the bullet and rush towards the manor with his guards following Han Bing.
Along the way, the icy void clawed at them, and claw shadows full of icy power fell on the warriors who were blocking the road. They were instantly silenced and frozen into pieces of ice sculptures, and then smashed into pieces.
"That's it!" Along with a loud roar, a huge green fighting energy slash shot towards the ice in the void instantly.
Han Bing instantly took a step back, and the huge blue fighting spirit slash fell on the ground where he was standing before, cutting out a huge ravine and causing gravel to fly.
Han Bing's eyes narrowed, and he saw three ninth-level sword masters wearing magic knight armor and holding fine magic swords appearing in front of him. In the sky, there were two magisters using the wind flying technique floating in the sky.
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The reason why eighth-level magisters are considered to be more powerful than ninth-level swordsmen in single combat is because they can use wind flying and fly freely in the sky. A ninth-level human swordsman who cannot fly cannot defeat a human swordsman who can.
The mage flying freely in the sky.
These five are the strongest people recruited by Duke Toveen. With the five of them working together, even the strongest men in the Holy Realm can fight.
"Who are you? You dare to break into Duke Toveen's private property. If you give up resistance, I can leave your whole corpse." A man with a two-meter-long giant magic sword in one hand, two meters tall, like a giant
The ninth-level sword master looked at Han Bing with a ferocious expression and spoke word by word.
Han Bing ignored the words of the ninth-level sword master to delay time. He stepped into the void, and ice fragments flew everywhere under his feet. He actually flew into the sky and shot towards the two eighth-level magicians.
Among this group of five, these two magisters who are proficient in supporting and attacking magic are the most terrifying. If they are given time to cast spells calmly, even the ice will be extremely dangerous.
Magicians have an honorable status and are few in number in this world, but their combat power is also the most terrifying group of people. Even the strong ones in the holy realm do not dare to look down on a magician who is only at the eighth level.
"Saint realm strongman, he is actually a holy realm strongman." The three level nine strong men were shocked. They never thought that a holy realm strongman would come to attack Duke Tovien's private territory.
In the sky, the two magisters were equally shocked, but they remained calm in the face of danger. One magister took out an extremely precious magic scroll and tore it apart. Huge flame elements condensed in front of him, and a six-level magic flame python
It activated immediately, and a giant flame python made of pure flames roared out and rushed towards the ice.
Another magician took out a magic scroll and tore it apart. A powerful wave of space magic condensed in front of him. He pointed towards the ice, and the sixth-level single magic space confinement was activated. A huge space
Li instantly appeared next to Han Bing, forming a space cage to imprison him.
After casting these two magics, the two magisters flew down. They knew that these two magics alone were not enough to kill Han Bing, a strong man in the holy realm. They had to fall to the ground and fight with the three
The ninth-level sword masters gathered together and gathered the power of five people to defeat this powerful man from the holy realm.
As for defeating this powerful man from the holy realm, the two magisters had no such extravagant hopes.
Just as everyone was fighting fiercely, a sudden change occurred. Two extremely fast figures seemed to have cut through the space. They shot out from the grass on one side in an instant and flew to the two magicians. The long swords in their hands were filled with gold.
The light struck towards their heads crazily.
The owners of these two figures are the two powerful men from the sanctuary enslaved by Zhao Feng, Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman.
Just when the golden light was about to strike the two magisters, the life-saving magic on the magic robes of the two magisters, the sixth-level magic small teleportation spell, was activated, and the space was distorted, and they appeared the next moment
He was ten meters away and avoided this fatal blow.
Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman were both strong men in the holy realm who were known for their speed. Before the two magisters could recover, they flashed and appeared again.
Behind them, he slashed their heads with a sword.
The other life-saving magic attached to the magic robes of the two magisters was activated, and a cyan magic shield and a red magic shield instantly appeared on their bodies. When it comes to life-saving means, magicians are the best in the world.
It's just that the magic robes of the two magisters are not holy weapons after all, they only come with magic teleportation skills. The magic shield that can withstand a full blow from a ninth-level strongman is simply vulnerable to a strong person from the holy realm.
The two long swords, carrying the power of a strong man from the holy realm, blasted through the magic shields of the two magisters, instantly cutting them into two pieces.
In the void, the ice claw blasted out, breaking the confinement of the space. Then facing the roaring six-level magic flame python, with a claw in the void, countless snowflakes flew, and the surrounding environment dropped.
When the temperature reached subzero, a horrifying claw caught the roaring six-level magic flame python. Countless steam emerged, and the flame python disappeared in the space.
In just a few breaths, the three powerful saints took action and killed two eighth-level magisters here. Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman were originally hiding in the dark just for a sudden attack.
, in a short period of time, kill the strongest member of the Duke Tovien family.
The three ninth-level sword masters below looked at this scene with shock and despair in their hearts. With a strong man from the holy realm, they could join forces to resist one or two. But with three strong men from the holy realm joining forces, they would have no choice but to die.
No hope of survival.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" A handsome ninth-level swordsman holding a rapier said with a desperate look.
"Kill them all, Raisman, and move on." Leng Bingbing left a sentence and led Raisman's soldiers to move on.
It was only a matter of time for the two Saint Domain experts to kill the three ninth-level sword masters. What Han Bing lacked the most at this time was time, so naturally he would not stay.
The three ninth-level sword masters looked at each other, and each of them instantly struck out thirty fighting spirit slashes, slashing at Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman. And the next moment, the three of them divided into three.
They ran away frantically, so that one of them could survive in the hands of the two powerful men from the holy realm.
Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman dodged the thirty fighting spirit slashes, and then chased after the three sword masters.
Within a few ups and downs, Saint Pansiman flew to the side of the nine-level sword master who was two meters tall and looked like a giant, holding a two-meter-long giant magic sword in one hand.
Hundreds of golden sword lights merged into one huge golden sword light and slashed towards the ninth-level sword master.
The ninth-level sword master roared angrily, and the magic giant sword in his hand burst out with extremely violent power. A giant cyan energy wolf roared out and rushed towards the golden sword light.
In an instant, the giant cyan wolf was chopped to pieces, and the ninth-level sword master was swallowed up by the golden sword light.
After killing the ninth-level sword master with one move, Saint Pansiman shot towards the villa. There were still soldiers of all levels pouring into the villa. His mission
, is to kill all the lives of those who resist Raisman and his party.
On the other side, Saint Panroman also easily killed the ninth-level sword master who was just trying to escape. He dodged and flew towards the villa.
Without those ninth-level masters to resist, the ice seemed to be entering an uninhabited land, and the void was grabbing at it. Countless warriors in the way were turned into ice sculptures under one claw, and then shattered into a pile of ice shards, unstoppable.
, all the masters were killed by Hanbing.
Raisman led the twenty warriors who had cultivated fighting spirit, followed closely behind the ice, and frantically killed the warriors who were scattered and lost their masters, walking on a road of blood.