The four people who attacked Yang Haoran attacked from different directions.
The two people attacking from behind were both third-level practitioners in the Qi Refining Stage.
I saw Yang Haoran stabbing to death the companion who was attacking from the front.
Instead of feeling any sadness or sympathy, I felt overjoyed.
The more people die, the fewer people get the credit.
Moreover, Yang Haoran must have focused on one thing and neglected the other, which just created a better opportunity for them to sneak attack from behind.
The eyes of the two men shone with a triumphant and cunning luster, and the tips of the two swords pierced Yang Haoran's vitals almost at the same time.
Within such a short distance, Yang Haoran would never be able to react.
Just when the two of them were so proud and thought that Yang Haoran was bound to die.
But as soon as his eyes flashed, he discovered that Yang Haoran's body suddenly moved forward.
He instantly avoided the fatal blows from two people.
At the same time, he squatted down and the Chixiao Sword with red light suddenly swept towards him.
The two people suddenly exclaimed, completely caught off guard.
In panic, he hurriedly backed away, his steps a little unsteady.
Yang Haoran was unyielding and stood up with a strong body bounce, pursuing him with the Red Sky Sword.
With two squeaking sounds, the Chixiao Sword slashed across the throats of two people one after another.
There were two more banging sounds, and the two third-level practitioners in the Qi Refining Stage suddenly fell to the ground and died.
Everyone in the Yuwu Sect was stunned.
If there was one person in the Yuwu Sect who had the strength of this young man, he wouldn't be forced to the point of almost annihilating the family!
However, at this moment, a scimitar slashed Yang Haoran's neck from the side.
The whirring wind is breathtaking.
It happened to be the same time that Yang Haoran killed the two people behind him.
If Yang Haoran dodges, the two people behind him will take the opportunity to escape.
So Yang Haoran didn't dodge or dodge, he just turned his body to one side.
Nangong Lingjue's pupils shrank and he reminded loudly.
"Mr. Yang, be careful!"
While shouting, he broke into a sweat.
At such a close distance, Yang Haoran would never be able to dodge the opponent's knife.
Although the vital part of the neck was avoided, the knife must have hit the shoulder!
That man was a second-level practitioner in the Qi Refining Stage, and Yang Haoran couldn't save his arm!
Nangong Lingjue looked sad and clenched his fists bitterly.
I just hate that my strength is low and I can only watch Yang Haoran get injured and be helpless!
Tian Fengyang's eyes lit up and his heart was filled with ecstasy.
As long as Yang Haoran is injured, he will die today!
He was still waiting and watching, but immediately decided to take action immediately.
Kill him while he's sick! Now.
Just when Tian Fengyang was about to leave, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He watched helplessly as Yang Haoran's arm was slashed with a knife, but there was an extremely clear sound of metal and iron clashing.
The knife was like cutting on an iron lump, not only not causing any harm.
Instead, it was sent flying out by a powerful force.
Looking at Yang Haoran's arm, apart from a tear in his clothes, there were no blood spots.
The smile on the face of the second-level practitioner in the Qi Refining Stage who thought he had succeeded suddenly froze, and he was instantly stunned.
"Monster! What kind of monster is this?"
Although his scimitar is not at the level of a magical weapon, it is definitely a rare weapon.
But now, he clearly saw that the blade was actually damaged!
Yang Haoran's body is actually stronger than his scimitar!
What is this if not a monster?
Even as a practitioner, I was frightened at this time.
If you encounter such a monster, how can you fight it?
Thick fear instantly enveloped him, and he retreated involuntarily.
But suddenly he saw Yang Haoran's eyes that looked like they were from hell.
escape!
The second-level practitioner in the Qi refining stage had only one thought left in his mind.
"You want to run, but can you?
Blood debt must be paid with blood, and I will now avenge those Yuwu Sect disciples who died innocently and tragically!"
Yang Haoran's voice sounded like thunder, shocking the soul of the second-level practitioner in the Qi refining stage.
Then he kicked towards the chest of the second-level practitioner in the Qi refining stage.
The huge force was like a huge surging wave, hitting the man's chest hard.
With a bang, the man's body flew out instantly.
All the bones in the chest shattered in an instant and were pressed tightly against the back.
Nangong Ling, who was feeling sad in the distance, was shocked and felt incredible.
With such physical strength, I'm afraid even Meng Qianfeng of the Dragon Blood Army would be defeated, right?
When did Mr. Yang cultivate his physical body to such a level that transcends physical cultivation?
Leader Nangong and those from the Yuwu Sect were also dumbfounded.
To them, this is simply incomprehensible.
This young man's physical body is probably comparable to a magic weapon!
"Damn it! What kind of monster are you?"
Tian Fengyang's expression changed drastically and he backed away continuously.
Although there has not been a formal fight, he is already scared!
Even the strongest practitioner of the Jia family cannot achieve this level of strength!
Especially when the body resists weapons, this point is not compromised at all.
I'm afraid even the great elders of the three major families can't do it, right?
Tian Fengyang only felt a burst of endless fear, and turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Facing someone like Yang Haoran, he had no idea of fighting.
"Want to leave now? It's too late! Those who kill will always be killed!"
Yang Haoran stepped forward to catch up, and Tian Fengyang almost burst out with all his strength, just wanting to escape from the Yuwu Sect as soon as possible.
The whistling wind even sounded in my ears, and the sand hit my face painfully.
But before he could even run out of the Yuwu Sect's square, a voice sounded close to his ears.
"Did I let you go?"
"Ah! You monster!"
Tian Fengyang exclaimed loudly, with a horrified expression on his face.
The opponent's speed was so fast that there was no way to escape and he could only fight to the death.
"I'll fight you!"
Tian Fengyang shouted with clenched teeth, turned around and punched out at the same time.
It's just that his fist just stretched out a little.
He was firmly held down by a hand.
That unrivaled power made Tian Fengyang feel despair.
With a click, Yang Haoran broke one of Tian Fengyang's arms.
At the same time, he kicked hard, hitting Tian Fengyang's right knee just above the knee.
There was another click, and Tian Fengyang howled like a killing pig.
He knelt down with a groan, his right leg completely useless!
"The people you killed were all members of the Yuwu Sect, so I will hand you over to the Yuwu Sect to kill you!"
Yang Haoran picked up Tian Fengyang, who was wailing in pain, and walked towards the location of Nangong Lingjue and others.
Nangong Lingjue and others were all stunned.
It only took about a minute from Yang Haoran's arrival.
A master who they thought was completely irresistible, actually suffered five deaths and one injury!
Especially this guy who is being carried like a chicken by Yang Haoran.
This is a veritable master at the Qi refining stage!
