"Back then, I was cowardly and incompetent and watched you leave. Today, I am determined to die!"

Hong Lao stepped out and faced the seventh-level martial saint from the Lianxin family.

"Oh……"

Zhuge Huiming smiled contemptuously, looked at Mr. Hong sarcastically, and joked: "Old guy, I don't think you are determined to die, but you think this person can save your Sihai Pavilion, right?"

Zhuge Huiming cast his eyes on Han Yang, who was wearing a bright red robe.

Disguise must be thorough.

Han Yang was wearing a red robe that was similar to Xiao Jiuer's. It looked...like a father-daughter outfit.

This made Xiao Jiuer very happy.

Old Hong's face turned red and he wished he could do something right there.

This is the tragedy of the weak.

He is obviously strong-willed and determined to die generously, but in the eyes of the strong, it is nothing more than a joke.

At this time, Zhuge Huiming no longer paid attention to Hong Lao and turned his attention to Han Yang.

He stared into Han Yang's eyes and asked coldly: "Answer me a question, are you really from the Hidden World Sect?"

Upon seeing this, Mr. Hong hurriedly sent a message to Han Yang: "Leader, be careful! The soul-stealing technique of the Lianxin family is very terrifying. You must not look at them."

Soul-stealing!

Seize the house!

The reason why the Lianxin family is so famous in the Middle-earth Divine Continent is because of these two great skills.

I don’t know how many people don’t understand the power of the Lianxin family, and accidentally fall in love with it, and eventually become the body of the righteous body that the Lianxin family refines and incarnates.

Han Yang, on the other hand, did not avoid Zhuge Huiming's aggressive gaze at all, and asked with a half-smile: "Are you the only one?"

The tone was full of contempt from top to bottom.

As if to say, you alone are no match for me.

Mr. Hong was extremely anxious at the side.

Why didn’t this genius from the God of War Sect refuse to listen to his advice?

The soul-stealing technique of the Lianxin family is quite terrifying. If they miscalculate and are accused, then... the Sihai Pavilion will be completely doomed.

Zhuge Huiming stared at Han Yang without saying a word, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Behind Zhuge Huiming, the void exploded, and three cloaked men in black robes suddenly appeared, all lifting their cloaks.

Hong Lao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Zhuge Wuyou.

Zhuge Ling.

The God of Chaos and the Demon Saint.

The Lianxin Family actually dispatched four seventh-level Martial Saints at once?

This is obviously a trap.

Hong Lao immediately realized that Luan Shen Palace's siege on Tianshang City was basically a trap, a trap that attracted the powerful men of the Heart Killing Alliance.

However, the Lianxin family certainly did not expect that the effect would be so good, and they caught the biggest fish...Chen Yu.

The Four Seventh-Level Martial Saints.

Han Yang couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Zhuge Huiming stared at Han Yang with cold eyes and continued: "Answer my previous question! Are you really from the Hidden World Sect?"

Han Yang smiled softly: "Why, are you very interested in this matter?"

Zhuge Huiming seemed to have understood something, and suddenly burst out laughing: "What a War God Sect, what a Chen Yu! I haven't seen it for a long time. In the Middle Earth Divine Continent, there are people who have the courage to pretend to be a hidden sect and steal their reputation!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Everyone looked at Han Yang in shock.

Fake hidden sect?!

he……

War God Sect...

Is it fake?

Zheng!

On the opposite side, Han Yang flicked his finger, and seven evil soldiers were born.

Pointing the blade forward, he responded calmly: "None of this matters, as long as you know that I can kill you, that's enough!"

Zhuge Huiming's eyes were cold and cold.

Admitted.

Although Han Yang's words were full of provocation, they also indirectly admitted that he was not a member of the hidden sect.

It is not a hidden sect, but it has cultivated two top geniuses, Chen Yu and Wuming?

Suddenly, Zhuge Huiming thought of a puzzling question, and he asked attentively: "Han Yang, the Three Jue Stars, is also a member of your War God Sect?"

Han Yang jumped up so fast that it was unbelievable.

In particular, his unparalleled record of killing Martial Saints at the level of Martial Ancestor made him the best person in the history of Qingtian Realm.

No one thought much about it at the time.

But the God of War Sect was nameless, and Chen Yu successively showed the grace of leapfrogging challenges. Zhuge Huiming suddenly realized that Han Yang was probably a disciple of the God of War Sect.

Han Yang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you stalling for time?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Huiming and the others suddenly retreated.

The speed is so fast, almost as fast as lightning.

Zheng!

The moment the three of them retreated, a sound of swords came from the horizon.

This sword seemed to span space and time, coming from an unknown distance of thousands of miles.

It's just like when Jue Yunzi borrowed a sword from thousands of miles away and forced back Lieshan clan's attack with one sword.

There was a ninth-level martial saint who came from hundreds of millions of miles away and cut him down with one sword.

Zhuge Huiming and others were just delaying time to position themselves for the ninth-level martial saint.

What a good plan!

"Want to leave?"

Thunder flashed under Han Yang's feet, and his figure rioted.

Step on the magical clouds in the sky!

Buzz!

His body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Zhuge Huiming.

Zhuge Huiming's expression changed drastically.

What a fast speed.

Even faster than him, a genuine seventh-level Martial Saint.

"Go away!"

Zhuge Huiming shouted angrily and slashed out with his sword, trying to force Han Yang back.

The next moment, red threads spread in Han Yang's eyes, and a red halo rose into the sky.

The ninth turn of formlessness, the fifth turn!

Zheng!

With one knife, the green dragon is broken.

The blade was like a piece of wood, shattering the blade of Zhuge Huiming's sword.

And Han Yang's body was pressed tightly against Zhuge Huiming's side.

As early as when he heard the sound of swords in the horizon, Han Yang realized that the person who drew the sword was not as strong as Jueyunzi.

Jue Yunzi's original sword spanned a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, and there was still a trace of consciousness left in the sword's intention to have a conversation with the Lieshan clan.
To be continued...