Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Within the Daxia Dynasty.

Thirteen third-level Martial Lords were flying in the air and speeding towards a valley.

"The aura here is so rich! The real aura is like rain!"

Feeling the rain of spiritual energy in the Heavenly Martial Paradise, the Martial Lords were filled with emotion.

"What a pity. The limit is the third level of martial arts. Otherwise, I can advance to the fourth level in ten days!"

"It doesn't matter! The third level of Martial Lord is enough! Those lower realm barbarians in Tianwu Paradise don't understand what it means for Martial Lord to enter. They..."

"Silence! Don't say anything you shouldn't say!"

Several people were talking about it, but they were scolded by the leader.

They all obviously had the same clothes and the same state of mind, but the other twelve people were extremely in awe of the leader.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others fell silent and said no more.

Thirteen people formed a battle formation and flew forward silently.

It seems loose, but in fact everyone is cautious and vigilant.

Zheng!

The sound of swords resounded in the void without any warning.

But these thirteen people seemed to have expected it.

"coming!"

"Formation!"

Thirteen people quickly formed a formation, intending to surround and kill the raiders.

only……

puff!

A flash of sword light passed by.

They were shocked to find that the battle formation they had set up had no effect at all.

With one slash, twelve of the thirteen people exploded and were destroyed by the sword energy.

Only the leader, with a halo of light on his body, blocked the fatal blow.

"Impossible! How is it possible? Why is your sword so much stronger?!"

The man was a little unbelievable.

According to the intelligence from a few days ago, Han Yang, the master of Tianwu Paradise, was only strong enough to kill a second-level martial master.

If he wanted to kill Level 3, he would have to use forbidden techniques, explode his acupoints, and fight to the death.

But what's going on now?

The other party killed twelve third-level martial masters with a casual sword, and twelve third-level martial masters in formation. This was completely different from the information obtained previously.

What answered him was Han Yang's blade.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded again.

It's still a casual knife.

"Holy Son, help!"

The man could no longer care about anything else and started shouting for help.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of breaking through the air came from far to near.

Eight Martial Lords appear in this world.

One of the young figures suddenly appeared between the man asking for help and Han Yang's blade.

boom!

This man waved his hand and actually blocked Han Yang's Mu Shang Blade with his physical palm.

If you look closely, you can see a black halo flashing on his palm.

"Han Yang, is this really your trap?"

Holding Han Yang's knife, the man's face showed a contemptuous smile, and he looked at Han Yang slightly with interest.

"Oh? That old boy is really evil."

Han Yang looked at the eight people who appeared in front of him.

According to Si Wuxin's information, the saint son and saint daughter of the Xumi Sect, who was supposed to arrive an hour later, arrived early.

Not only that, even the so-called Martial Lord of the subordinate sect Void Sect, the leader seems to be pretending to be the Martial Lord of Xumi Sect.

He set up a trap to hunt them, and they clearly set up a trap deliberately targeting them.

There is no doubt that Si Wuxin was doing everything.

But, it doesn’t matter…

Han Yang looked at the talisman inspired by the palm of the Xumi Sect's holy son with great interest.

"Martial Ancestor Talisman?"

Only the Martial Ancestor Talisman can block his attack.

The Holy Son of Xumi Sect shouted coldly: "Han Yang, in our Qingtian Realm, if you are a barbarian from the lower realm who refuses to accept enlightenment, you will only die, and you can't..."

Before he finished speaking, the trembling sound of the sword sounded again.

Nine turns without form, the first turn.

Han Yang's combat power suddenly soared.

boom!

The sword exploded in the hands of the Holy Son.

Although he was protected by the Martial Ancestor Talisman and was not killed, he was blasted hundreds of feet away by the huge force. He was in a miserable state, with a look of horror on his face, and no longer looked superior to others.

"kill him!"

The humiliated Holy Son became angry and shouted for others to take action.

"The person who killed you is the Holy Son of Sumeru Holy Land...Takumi..."

The Holy Son behind him brazenly activated the talisman in his hand. He used an offensive talisman.

boom!

The moment the talisman's flashing light hit Han Yang, a shield lit up, blocking the talisman's blow.

At the same time, Han Yang's figure suddenly disappeared.

Namo!

Namo!

Namo!

The sound of the evil Buddha's Zen chant exploded without warning.

Blissful knife.

The upgraded version of Sha Zen and Transcendence appeared in the world for the first time.

The Holy Son Takumi was so frightened that he screamed: "Qiu Feng, protect me quickly!"

A saint child on the side immediately activated the defensive talisman and tried to protect Takumi.

But the moment he stood up, another sound of a knife sounded.

Han Yang also had an extra knife in his left hand.

Buddha-killing knife.

boom.

The Buddha-killing knife struck the talisman's brilliance he had inspired, sending his body flying hundreds of feet away. He was even more embarrassed than the first Holy Son.

puff!

Then the light of the sword passed by.

Takumi, who lost his asylum, was beheaded with a knife.

The flying blood splashed on the faces of the surrounding saints, causing them to wake up from the complacency of cat and mouse.

"Guiyi Realm! He has entered the Wuzong."

"Fifth-level combat power! This Lord of the Blessed Land definitely possesses... fifth-level combat power!"

"It seems that there is also the Heavenly Star Shield of the Heavenly Star Ancestor, everyone, be careful!"

"..."

The remaining seven saints and saints finally realized that the person in front of them was not an object for them to slaughter and humiliate, but an angry dragon that chose others to devour.

At the level of Wuzong, he showed the combat power and martial arts talent that only a fifth-level Wuzun possesses, which is definitely far beyond them.

If it were not for the protection of the Martial Ancestor Talisman, these so-called veteran first-series geniuses would not be qualified to stand in front of Han Yang.

"Fifth level?"

Han Yang's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell whether he was proud or disappointed.

The second level of the Martial Emperor can kill the third level Martial Lord.

After being promoted to the Wuzong realm, one can gain the combat power of a fourth-level Wuzong with just one strike.

And the first turn of the nine-turn phaseless transformation allowed him to have fifth-level combat power, which seemed... not bad.

But it's just good, nothing to be proud of.

"The four of you form a defensive formation, and the other three attack at the same time. Be sure to kill him."

The Holy Sons did not dare to be careless at all. Under the command of the leader, they formed a formation in a hurry.

Although the Martial Ancestor Talisman is powerful, the requirements for its initiator are also very high. Only the Martial Ancestor can activate it.

In fact, a third-level Martial Lord with their level of cultivation could only inspire one.

Or attack.

Or defense.

You can only choose one of the two.

But they didn't expect that this small flaw in the choice of offense and defense would be caught by Han Yang, and he took the opportunity to kill one of them.

The moment they formed their formation, Han Yang came to attack them again.

"Nine turns without form, second turn!"

His strength soared again.

boom!

With one swing of the sword, two of the four Holy Sons who controlled the defensive talismans were sent flying.

The formation was in chaos, and Han Yang dodged towards a certain position.

"help me……"

Over there was a saint who controlled the attack talisman. She lost the protection of the defensive talisman and was immediately frightened to death.

Zheng.

The sound of the sword was trembling.

Han Yang didn't give her any chance at all.

puff!

The sword flashed.

Saint, die.

Two of the controllers of the four attack talismans were killed in the blink of an eye.

The talisman made by Wuzu at great cost was ineffective at killing Han Yang, which made the other saints and saints feel cold in their hearts.

Zheng!

When the sound of the knife spread again, the remaining six people were all frightened.

The two attacking talisman holders even gave up the attack and hid behind the four defenders like chickens.

In this way, Han Yang no longer had any scruples.

"The ninth turn is formless, the third turn."

The soul and body exploded again and a purple mist rose up, equivalent to the power of nine wounds three times, and it was slashed out with the light of the sword.

God of War's Cursed Seal Knife.

The sound of dragon roars is endless.

The murderous curse seal formed by killing more than ten Martial Lords was released at this moment.

The sword light that should have been green was actually dyed blue and black by the curse seal.

A sleeve of green dragon.

Carrying all the death curse seals, it struck the halo composed of four Martial Ancestor defense talismans.

Click!

cracking sound

Extra crispy.

The talisman's light shield, which could at least withstand a strike from a seventh- or eighth-level martial master, was shattered by Han Yang's sword.

puff!

The tip of the knife entered between the eyebrows and came out from the back of the head.

One of the saints, who was holding a talisman and thought he was safe, was nailed to the void...

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