Chapter 47 Watching Han Yang swing his sword, a hundred people break through
The group of Bone Forging Realm disciples outside the mountain gate were all shocked by the artistic conception of the ancient battlefield, and their whole bodies trembled.
Among them, the unbearable ones knelt down on the ground and wailed like soldiers in a defeated army.
Even a peak bone-forging expert like Xu Ziran felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
"The artistic conception reaches the sky! The ancient battlefield has arrived! This Han Yang... this Han Yang..."
He chanted Han Yang's name repeatedly, but couldn't say a word that could be called evaluation.
Because Han Yang's performance in martial arts artistic conception has left him unable to evaluate.
Not to mention him, even geniuses like Chu Lan and Jiujianxian were not as good as Han Yang in terms of artistic conception when they stepped onto the steps to heaven.
Click!
Feng Buping's finger bones were pinched so hard that they almost broke.
A pair of eyes almost protrude from the sockets.
As the deputy sect leader of the Yuan Sect, with great power in gathering energy, he naturally knows what it means when artistic conception triggers the arrival of the ancient battlefield.
This Han Yang actually resonated with the ancient battle blood above the heavenly level.
This kind of talent is as outstanding as ever!
"Han Yang, peak sword intent, level 34!"
It's on the list.
Climb the heavenly list, be the leader, be the first.
Han Yang, along with the artistic conception of martial arts, reached the first position on the Heavenly Ranking.
this……
this……
Many disciples in front of the mountain gate could no longer care about being surprised, because they were still suppressed by the terrifying artistic conception pouring out of the ancient battlefield and were unable to raise their heads.
Just when they thought this was Han Yang's limit, suddenly... another change occurred.
A tall phantom appeared behind Han Yang.
Wearing tattered armor, he looked as withered as a corpse. He held a bronze sword and swung it towards the sky.
cut!
The terrifying sword intent was like substance, bursting out from the bronze sword in the hands of the tall phantom.
"Is the artistic conception realized?"
Following the exclamations of Feng Buping and Xu Ziran, the terrifying sword intent slashed towards the Yuanmen Yingke Peak opposite the Climbing Heaven Stairs.
Boom... boom boom!
The Yingke Peak, which is over a hundred feet high, was cut off from the top by the ancient heroic spirit with a single blow.
Rocks flew everywhere and peaks collapsed.
Of course, this is not Han Yang's original power, but Han Yang... who inspired the ancient battle blood that reaches the heaven level.
The terrifying sword intent trembles in everyone's soul.
After today, everyone who saw this scene in front of the mountain gate will not be able to forget this sword that destroyed the heaven and earth, and cut off life and death.
This knife is enough to be engraved in their lives.
Buzz!
After the sword intent passed, Han Yang's figure flashed and appeared at the sixty-seventh step of the Heavenly Step.
The thirty-third level of the artistic conception trial was stepped on by Han Yang.
The artistic conception test of ascending to the heaven level is no longer qualified to test Han Yang.
In front of the mountain gate, there was dead silence!
All Yuanmen disciples looked at the seemingly absurd scene with dumbfounded eyes.
Yuanmen has been established for thousands of years, and since records began, nothing like this has ever happened.
Even a genius like Li Xuanyu, a master of wine and swordsmanship, or Ren Pingsheng, who was ranked number one in the world of monsters, could not reach the level of Han Yang back then!
Han Yang, Yuanmen has a thousand-year history and is the first person in martial arts artistic conception!
Yuanmen disciples, from today... have witnessed a miracle, the rise of a legend.
"he's mine!"
Feng Buping almost forced out these four words from between his teeth.
Han Yang resonated with the ancient war blood, and the sword struck by the ancient heroic spirit vaguely allowed him to see a bit of Chen Yu's shadow.
The same domineering, the same invincible, the same...annoying!
This kind of monster must be held in one's own hands.
Feng Buping has made up his mind and must take Han Yang under his sect.
Feeling the ferocious aura exuding from Feng Buping's body, Xu Ziran also sighed secretly in his heart.
He also thought that Chen Yu had really become Feng Buping's inner demon, and actually attracted Feng Buping, a powerful Qi gatherer, to anger Han Yang, the Chen family's ancestral son-in-law.
but……
Now Han Yang ranks first in the artistic conception of martial arts, and his overall ranking on the Heaven Ranking will definitely be in the top fifty. Feng Buping may not be able to influence Han Yang's life or death.
Zheng!
At this moment, a sound of swords exploded in front of the mountain gate.
"Hahahaha... I have made a breakthrough! I have reached the peak of my sword intention."
An elder who was at the peak of his bone forging and had been stuck in the Great Sword Intent for thirteen years suddenly burst into laughter as if he was crazy.
Zheng!
Almost immediately after, another peak bone-forging elder broke through with his sword intent!
"Today, I observe that Imperial Envoy Han Yang's ancient heroic sword spirit has broken through the realm, and I should express my gratitude to him.
"Han Yang, please pay me your respects."
Regardless of his status, this elder bowed deeply to Han Yang who was on the heavenly ladder.
Zheng!
Zheng!
In front of the mountain gate, the sound of swords can be heard everywhere.
The intention of the sword is small, and the breakthrough is the intention of the sword.
The Sword Intent has been greatly accomplished and has reached the peak of the Sword Intent.
Almost all the swordsmen who watched the sword struck by Han Yang's ancient heroic spirit achieved breakthroughs in sword intent.
On this day, watching Han Yang draw his sword, nearly a hundred swordsmen from Yuanmen advanced.
The sudden change left Xu Ziran and Feng Buping speechless.
Neither of them used swords, so they didn't have a deep understanding. They didn't expect that the sword struck by the ancient heroic spirit of Han Yang would actually cause such a change.
"I'm late! It hurts me! It hurts me!"
At this time, another big man with an open mind, a long knife on his waist, and a savage-like beard on his face stumbled to the foot of the stone monument at the mountain gate.
"Uh-huh... It will be a lifelong regret for me to miss such a stunning and stunning sword."
The bearded man didn't care about everyone's looks, and fell to the ground in a state of disbelief, staring blankly at Han Yang's back on the stairs to the sky, secretly feeling sad.
"Du... His Majesty Du Hun..."
Many disciples rolled their tongues and hurriedly saluted.
This unruly man was none other than Du Hun, one of the three great geniuses of the Yuanmen's Golden Year, who reached the 96th rank on the Heavenly Ranking.
Du Hun, who was already a powerful Qi gatherer and was regarded as the Supreme Elder, was now as devastated as if he were mourning his heir, and he didn't care about his image at all.
Whoosh whoosh!
Sounds of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and five more figures suddenly appeared above the mountain gate.
"Deputy Sect Leader Tian!"
"Your Majesty Yuchi!"
"Mrs. Fang!"
"Mrs. Liu!"
"Your Majesty Tong!"
Without exception, these five people are all powerful Qi gatherers of the Yuan Sect, and they are all swordsmen with swords.
"Who is it! Who made that slash just now, which shocked the lifeless heart of this deputy sect master?"
Deputy sect leader Tian, named Tian Ji, is ranked 31st on the Heavenly Ranking, and is the number one swordsman of the Yuan sect. His strength is still higher than that of Du Hun.
Tian Ji, who used to be domineering and blazing, was now like a child who found a new toy, his eyes glaring towards the heavenly steps.
"Is that the boy?"
Han Yang was on the sixty-seventh level, so he was at the top of the list. It was difficult not to attract their attention.
"break!"
Tian Ji moved his finger forward and directly broke through the defensive formation of the Heavenly Stage. He penetrated the fog and saw Han Yang's true form.
"Eighteen years old, third level bone forging, still gold bone, good qualifications, qualified to be the disciple of our sect leader!"
Tian Ji nodded with satisfaction, looking relieved.
"Deputy Sect Master, you can't do this!"
"A hundred years ago, you already accepted closed disciples, how can you make an exception now?"
"Yes, this son has a fate with me. He should take up my mantle and become my disciple!"
"Bah! Shameless! In the Yuan Sect, no one can compare with this sect leader in terms of understanding the sword's intention. Therefore, this sect leader is qualified to be his master!"
Deputy Sect Leader Tian's words were like stabbing a hornet's nest. The other four princes all blushed and started arguing with him about his disciples.
Xu Ziran, on the other hand, was so shocked that he lost his voice for a long time.
The third level of bone forging?
Before setting foot on the heavenly steps, Han Yang was obviously only at the second level of bone forging.
Did this kid break through the realm while ascending to the heavenly level?