Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"killed!"

"What a bastard! To humiliate us is to humiliate the Savage Temple."

"Do it!"

Twelve third-level Martial Kings rushed towards Han Yang crazily again.

"..."

King Shahuang is no longer angry, but frightened.

If you can't see the weirdness in Han Yang's voice, you will have lived so many years in vain.

He was clearly using a special burst of divine soul techniques to arouse the emotions of these third-level martial kings and aggravate their madness.

"asshole!"

Cursing, King Shahuang simply gave up on the twelve third-level Martial Kings and committed suicide alone in the courtyard where Zijinsou was.

Boom boom boom!

One third-level Martial King, eight second-level Martial King, and nine king-level force fields crushed them towards the courtyard.

If this was completely implemented, everyone in the courtyard would die except Zijinsou.

Han Yang's alchemy work will inevitably be interrupted.

At this moment, a roar sounded from the courtyard.

Ouch!

A petite red figure shot out of the sky.

Boom boom boom!

Bai Shengsheng's small fists were waved repeatedly, and he knocked back all eight second-level Martial Kings in an instant.

boom!

Xiao Jiuer and Shahuang King exchanged punches.

The triple king realm force field crushed Xiao Jiu'er, making an explosion sound and slamming Xiao Jiu'er to the ground.

But as soon as she fell, she rushed up again and rushed towards the King of Desert Wilderness crazily!

"Second-order heavenly corpse! Damn it!"

King Shahuang's face was very ugly.

Heavenly Corpses are very difficult to deal with, let alone second-level Heavenly Corpses.

This thing has thick skin and thick flesh, and its defense is extremely powerful. Even a fourth-level Martial King would need at least two or three moves to kill a second-level heavenly corpse.

As for a third-level Martial King like himself, if he wanted to kill a second-level heavenly corpse... half a stick of incense would be indispensable.

"I'm holding her back, you..."

Just as King Shahuang was about to speak, he saw a white sword light that looked like a steel chain appearing before his eyes again.

The vast cloud of sword energy enveloped the entire Zijin Courtyard for the second time.

"not good……"

In panic, King Shahuang summoned all his strength and compressed his triple king realm force field to the extreme, barely protecting himself.

Boom boom boom!

Ouch!

The white tiger roared and flew by, scattering its broken limbs all over the ground.

Eight second-level Martial Kings, die!

"Asshole!"

"Damn it!"

The twelve third-level Martial Kings were also slashed back with one sword.

The two third-level martial kings who were seriously injured before were vomiting blood, their king-level force fields collapsed, their souls were trembling, and they were almost killed by this sword.

No one thought that Han Yang could make a second slash so quickly.

After two sword blows, there was no second-level Martial King on the scene. Twenty-six second-level Martial King in 13 areas had all fallen under Han Yang's sword.

Before King Shahuang could recover from his shock, Xiao Jiuer had already pounced on him again.

A white fist hit King Shahuang firmly in the face.

If it weren't for the protection of the triple king realm's ability to turn virtual reality into reality, he might have been killed by Xiao Jiu'er with one punch.

The second-level Heavenly Corpse actually has the strength to fight across levels.

"cut!"

After slashing out the White Tiger for the second time, Han Yang stepped on the flying sword and executed the third stab without mercy.

Four Symbols Cursed Seal Saber, Four Gods Slash!

Qinglong!

White tiger!

Suzaku!

Xuanwu!

The four divine beasts roared and charged towards the twelve third-order Martial Kings.

Just as the Martial Kings were about to evade, they heard a thunderous sound in their ears.

Buzz!

The tremor of the blade caused the soul to vibrate.

Various emotional storms arose in the minds of the twelve Martial Kings.

anger!

envy!

Kill!

greedy!

violent!

desire!

All kinds of emotions made them confused, and the three souls of heaven, earth and man showed signs of separation.

With this sword, Han Yang hit the fatal weakness of the third-level Martial King in the Savage Land.

Puff puff!

The rune shadows of the four divine beasts intersect with the twelve third-level Martial Kings.

Blood sprayed everywhere and body parts fell.

Three martial kings were beheaded and their souls were killed.

The two people who were seriously injured before were directly beheaded to death.

Han Yang's sword almost destroyed about half of the third-level Martial King.

…

"Do it!"

Mu Xuanjiang clenched the sword behind his back and shouted sternly: "We must take action now! If we wait until the Martial King of the Wild Temple is killed by Han Yang, we will have no chance."

After the battle until now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a big problem with the souls of these third-level martial kings in the wilderness.

It seemed that Han Yang was arousing his emotions and led him by the nose.

If this continues, even if all twelve third-level Martial Kings are killed in battle, it will not consume much of Han Yang's combat power.

You can only do it forcefully.

Before anyone else could react, Mu Xuanjiang had already rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards the courtyard where Zi Jinsou was.

The third holy son of the Holy Sect is so decisive.

"kill!"

Yu Zuoyang roared, stepped on the peach blossoms, and followed closely.

If we don't take action, we really have no chance.

"kill!"

Ying Wujiu on the side roared, raised his arms, raised his chest... and opened his bow.

The moon-holding bow was drawn into the shape of a full moon, and a rune arrow appeared on the long bow. The surrounding moonlight seemed to be converging on the rune arrow.

A black python with mottled white scales loomed over the rune arrow.

The remaining nine saint-level geniuses looked at each other and roared out.

They have no choice.

If Han Yang can't be killed this time and he is given a chance to breathe, these people will not have any chance in the future.

…

Hundreds of feet away.

Liu Youzi held the sword tightly in her hands and jumped down from the roof without saying a word.

How can the dignified third princess of Dayan be timid?

Even if you die in battle, you must keep moving forward!

Xiang Ming smiled bitterly: "Why bother? Han Yang is obviously from our Da Chu..."

After laughing, he took one step forward and killed Han Yang.

"Hahahaha! Xiang, you look like a man today!"

Song Zhan, the fourth prince of Dali, roared loudly and caught up with Xiang Ming in two steps, and the two of them rushed forward side by side.

Fifteen powerful men of the Holy Son level of the Holy Sect of the Imperial Dynasty attacked.

The distance of hundreds of feet is only a matter of one or two breaths at most for a Saint Son-level powerhouse comparable to the Martial King Realm.

But this little time was enough for Han Yang to strike again.

"cut!"

Four Symbols Cursed Seal Saber, Four Gods Slash!

Five of the twelve Martial Kings were deposed, and the remaining seven were all injured.

At this time, the third-level Martial Kings have sobered up a lot, and even had the intention of retreating.

but……

When Han Yang slashed out with his sword, the blade trembled with some inexplicable power, which aroused the anger in their hearts, causing them to roar and rush out again regardless.

"kill him!"

Twelve martial kings roared and rushed towards Han Yang.

The King Realm force field descended, the void trembled, and the two waves of attacks were about to collide with each other.

"A bunch of trash!"

The gentle and elegant Mu Xuanjiang started to curse at this moment.

If the Martial King of the Savage Temple joins forces with them to attack a moment later, Han Yang will die.

But these guys can't even wait for a moment!

Rushing forward in such a chaotic manner, wouldn't it be tantamount to committing suicide?

The war situation seems to be slipping towards the abyss of almost despair.

Boom boom.

At this moment, a sound broke through the air.

A black python with black and white scales instantly crossed a distance of several hundred feet and collided with Han Yang's Four Gods Slash.

Five ferocious beasts roared and hissed, tearing apart the space tens of feet around them.

Terrible shock waves swept in all directions.

Even several Martial Kings whose Heavenly Souls were dethroned were thrown away.

The energy left streaks of blood on their bodies.

"good!"

Yu Zuoyang cheered loudly.

A good win will never be old.

He is worthy of being the second holy son of the Qin Dynasty!

With just one arrow, he defeated Han Yang's Four Gods Slash, saved twelve Martial Kings, and abruptly reversed the situation.

Now, the three first-order and seven third-order martial kings have joined forces and are still qualified to fight Han Yang.

"Han Yang, die!"

Endless peach blossoms swept down towards Han Yang.

The three incompatible forces of the Savage Land, the six dynasties, and the ten holy sects have truly joined forces for the first time.

All just to...kill Han Yang.