The murderous intention in Mu Han's body could not be contained at all, and his whole person showed a violent trend.
Holding the Ancestral Demon Sword, he dropped it suddenly.
Clang.
The next moment, a sword energy surged out, and the sword energy as dark as ink rushed forward instantly.
Just as a group of God Emperors were about to take action, their expressions turned extremely ugly. The sword power was terrifying and frightening. A group of people were extremely frightened. What the hell is this!
Hide? But they can't hide. Their bodies seem to be locked, making their faces extremely ugly.
Tsk tsk tsk.
One after another, the God Emperors instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.
Everyone at the scene was shocked: "Kill a group of god-emperors in one fell swoop?"
"It seems that there were more than a dozen God-Emperors who fell just now?"
"What changes have happened to Mu Han?"
"sword!"
Zhao Ying, the master of the Demon Sealing Academy, narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword in Mu Han's hand. He felt a palpitating power, even crisis and despair, from the sword.
Yes, it was unbelievable that a sword could make him feel such despair.
The great elder looked shocked: "How come this young man has such a perverted sword?"
Zhao Ying's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The three swords wielded by this young man just now are actually extremely top-notch treasures!"
"It's just that those three items are not as sharp as this sword. It is like a sword that contains the devil."
"It's not easy for this young man to possess these kinds of swords. Maybe we all need to re-evaluate this young man."
The great elder nodded and said: "Fortunately, we stopped the loss in time."
"If he uses that sword in our Demon Sealing Academy..."
He did not continue, but everyone knew that if he sacrificed that sword, the Demon Sealing Academy would be in trouble.
Jueshen Sect also noticed the terror of Mu Han's Ancestral Demonic Sword, and his eyes were full of solemnity.
They didn't expect Mu Han to have such a trump card.
Other than that, everyone's expression was as if they had seen a ghost.
Everyone believed that Mu Han would definitely die.
However, is he dead?
No.
Instead, they massacred everyone.
Mu Han stepped forward in the void, swung the Ancestral Demon Sword, and the sword energy surged. The blood-red sword energy seemed to be drinking blood, and several more god emperors were wiped out.
The expressions on the faces of the God Emperors of the Ancient God Palace were inexplicable horror. They were completely frightened, and their eyes were all wide-eyed.
As the God Emperor, he was an extremely powerful being in the Tongtian Realm, but in front of Mu Han, he was like an ant.
"Um?"
A bloody light appeared in Mu Han's eyes, and disappeared in an instant. He directly raised the Ancestral Demon Sword, and the next moment the sound of the sword sounded like a demon roar.
"No!" Several more God Emperor masters were killed and wiped out on the spot, turned into blood mist, and screamed loudly.
Mu Han had demon-like long hair and cold eyes, without any emotion, only endless killing. He stamped his foot fiercely, and the void was annihilated, and everyone was horrified.
When the sword was swung out, the sound of the sword was like the roar of a demon, and the figures were instantly wiped out, unable to stop them at all.
"Kill!" Mu Han's face was cold and his low voice echoed for nine days.
"It's troublesome. This kid has no consciousness. He was replaced by the Ancestral Demon Sword. Now it is the Ancestral Demon Sword that kills people instead of this kid!"
"Crazy, crazy..."
"If this kid doesn't come out, he will definitely become a sword slave."
King Peng was so anxious that he couldn't wake up this kid...!
"kill."
Mu Han whispered, swung his sword and roared out, and each of the God Emperors was killed and turned into ashes in less than half an hour.
Most of the God Emperors from the Ancient God Palace were slaughtered.
The whole audience was shocked, and all their eyes shrank into the shape of needlepoints.
Mu Han's eyes suddenly looked at Zhang Yu, those extremely demonic eyes pregnant with murderous intent.
The latter's face was expressionless, and with a sound that broke through the air, Mu Han held the Ancestral Demon Sword and slashed it out from the void.
Zhang Yu swung his sleeves and robe, a rumbling sound resounded, and a beam of vitality exploded instantly.
Bang.
Amazing energy impact.
Mu Han stepped back several dozen feet, and Zhang Yu also stepped back several feet at the same time. His expression was a little gloomy.
Everyone cried out in surprise: "The master of the Ancient Divine Palace in the spirit realm was repelled by Mu Han?"
Although Mu Han also retreated, Mu Han's realm was the divine realm, so in their eyes, the loser was naturally the master of the Ancient Divine Palace.
roar.
Mu Han let out a low roar, and the sword energy of the Ancestral Demon Sword surrounded his body and gradually spread. It was the intention of the devil!
His sword intent and demonic intent converged, the sword light shot into the sky, and the sword intent of destruction struck down fiercely.
Demonic Sword Intent!
Bang!
Zhang Yu stepped back a few feet and said in a low voice: "A little beast who has become a sword slave should die soon, otherwise you will definitely endanger the world in the future."
As the voice fell, he opened his palms, and a thick vitality gushed out. This vitality was extremely powerful, containing the power of heaven and earth, and came out with endless power.
With a roar and a thud, it swept down thousands of feet, and with a thud, thud, and thud, the Demon Sword Intent shattered. Mu Han fell back several feet, and his chest was bright red.
But Mu Han seemed to have no expression, and he quickly came to kill again.
Mu Han was already exhausted just now, but after summoning this magic sword, his combat power doubled, as if he felt no pain at all, falling down and getting up again and again.
"Sword slave? Is Mu Han's consciousness already controlled by this sword?"
Zhao Ying murmured to himself, and then he noticed with sharp eyes that Mu Han's eyes were dull at this time.
No one's eyes can be dull at any time and at any place, unless the person is dead or mentally absent.
Even if he is seriously injured, there is still hope in his eyes.
However, Mu Han swung his sword, but there was no human energy in his eyes.
It seems like a puppet.
Sword slave.
Is this young man a sword slave?
Everyone's expressions became extremely exciting. It was unbelievable that such a monster swordsman genius had actually become a sword slave!
Mu Han only saw killing, he felt no pain, even if his body collapsed, he didn't care at all, and the Ancestral Demon Sword kept making sword sounds, as if he was getting excited.
Qiang, slashed out with a sword, Zhang Yu looked indifferent, and struck out with a palm, the power of silence contains extremely destructive power.
Bang.
Zhang Yu flew dozens of feet away, his eyes narrowed, he underestimated the sword.
"Damn it!" King Peng scolded angrily: "You are like you and you still want to chase after your sister Yu."
"If you continue like this, your sister Yu will have no choice but to eat."
Angry curses could be heard, but just as Mu Han was about to swing his sword, he stopped, his expression showing a slight struggle.
"Boy, you are a sword cultivator, not a slave of the sword. If you like to be a sword slave, just think that I am wrong."
King Peng continued.
Mu Han's face was ugly, his demonic eyes were filled with stern and ferocious color, and his face was distorted. He roared: "Get out!"
boom!
At this moment, streams of energy and blood surged out of the young man's body, and the demonic intention entangled in Mu Han's body poured out like a tide.
"Um??"
King Peng's eyes flashed: "Bloodline?"
Mu Han slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer ruthless, but clear and clear.