At the same time, the moment they saw this scene, three figures appeared in the sky outside the battlefield at the same time.
Three, Emperor Wu!
The laws of the Imperial Dao are intertwined between each person's body, erupting into a terrifying and terrifying Martial Emperor trend.
"You dare?"
"Let him go, and the grudge between our Nine Sun Holy Land and you will be temporarily suppressed."
"You can take Tianfu's order with you."
The three Martial Emperors spoke almost at the same time, all staring at Ye Han.
Across the sky, three breathtaking rays of light locked onto Ye Han with a threatening meaning.
If this was not the Tianbang battlefield, and Liu Qingcang, the battlefield judge, was so intimidating, they would have killed Ye Han completely at all costs.
Heaven, earth, time and space, everything fell into silence.
The countless noisy spectators all held their breaths and stared at the two people on the ladder.
What does Ye Han want to do?
He wouldn't really want to...kill Master Yangxu, would he?
It is enough to kill the previous batch of disciples of Nine Sun Holy Land. Although those disciples also came out of Holy Land, they are probably at the bottom of Nine Sun Holy Land. Unless they grow up in the future, they will just be running errands for others.
But Young Master Yangxu is not a simple person. He is a true genius, one of the strongest monsters among his peers in the entire Holy Domain, and a peerless figure who has the opportunity to join the Tianfu.
As for him being able to cultivate the Nine Yin and Nine Yang battle bodies to a perfect state, such a talent is rare, and the Holy Land of Nine Yangs is reluctant to let such a genius die.
But at this moment in the ladder, it seems that Ye Han is not willing to give up?
An invisible sense of oppression appeared in the hearts of countless people, even if they were not Ye Han, they all became frightened at this moment.
Because no one can imagine the wrath of a holy place.
The three great martial emperors from Nine Suns Holy Land intimidated the world.
"Can I take the order from Heaven with me?"
Ye Han slowly turned his gaze away, with an arrogant arc appearing at the corner of his mouth: "The Order of Tianfu is the trophy of the winner, but it is not something that belongs to your Nine Suns Holy Land."
"besides!"
Ye Han spoke again, with an indifferent tone: "I don't like being threatened!"
boom!
At this moment, a roaring sound sounded.
At Ye Han's feet, Young Master Yangxu let out a heart-rending scream.
The blood splashed out, and Young Master Yangxu's sea of energy was instantly pierced by a finger. The violent power of thunder and lightning shattered the man's sea of energy in less than a breath.
The energy of his body receded like the tide, disappearing into nothingness.
Destroy the air sea!
"You dare!"
A Martial Emperor suddenly took a step forward.
Vaguely, a martial arts royal family appeared behind this person, erupting with a terrifying torrent of power.
With one strike, this person exploded with all his power, killing Ye Han at the top of the ladder from a distance.
"roll!"
An old voice suddenly sounded.
Liu Qingcang took a step, and a heaven-like momentum burst out instantly, turning into a terrifying torrent and impacting away.
The Martial Emperor of the Nine Suns Holy Land suddenly changed his expression, and felt the overwhelming power coming back, submerging his body, and being blasted back thousands of meters into the void.
"presumptuous!"
Liu Qingcang's eyes suddenly filled with cold murderous intent: "All the guards, listen to the order, whoever dares to take a step closer to the battlefield will be killed!"
"yes!"
Many of the powerful men from Tianfu who were guarding below spoke in unison and uttered one word in unison.
"Liu Qingcang, do you want to protect this person?"
The other two martial emperors belonging to the Nine Sun Holy Land all frowned, their expressions extremely ugly.
"The Nine Realms King List has its own rules, and it has been the same since ancient times. Once you enter the battlefield, life and death are irreconcilable. Anyone who dares to exceed them will be killed!"
Liu Qingcang spoke coldly and his attitude was very clear.
He is the arbiter of this battlefield and represents Tianfu. If others are allowed to kill Ye Hanzhen, who will dare to participate in the battle of the Nine Domains King List in the future?
When the younger generation of the family was defeated or even beheaded, the strong men of the older generation rushed into the battlefield and killed the attacker?
So isn't this battle for the Nine Realms King List just child's play?
Ye Han, who was above the ladder, swept his eyes unscrupulously, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The three holy places will never fail. They are the holy places of martial arts in the eyes of hundreds of millions of warriors in Cangzhou. They are the benchmark for countless forces. How have they ever taught Chu Yang?
empty
Young Master is such a ignorant, arrogant waste who only relies on the prestige of the Holy Land to act? You and other three martial emperor-level beings actually want to force their way into the battlefield of the Nine Realms King List and take action against me? What a big joke, taking the name of the Holy Land in vain.
"
The loud voice is like the divine voice of the Nine Heavens, sonorous and powerful, deafening and enlightening, making countless warriors change their expressions.
The faces of the three great martial emperors belonging to the Nine Suns Holy Land all turned ugly.
On weekdays, they are accustomed to bossing around, accustomed to their status as high as the ninth heaven, accustomed to being awed and looked up to by the world.
At this moment, when Ye Han said these words, they were speechless.
"I told you, I, Ye Han, hate being threatened the most!"
Ye Han's voice was agitated, and he suddenly stretched out his arm and suppressed it with a hard blow.
The screams resounded again, and in an instant, a brilliant ball of light was forcibly captured by Ye Han.
The origin of physique!
The origin of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang battle body!
"Beast, Ye Han, you beast, you deserve to die..."
Young Master Yangxu kept trembling in the ladder, his body began to roll, his expression was extremely ferocious, he didn't know how much pain he was enduring, and he began to curse crazily.
In addition to the abuse, there is also complete despair.
With the foundation of the Nine Yang Holy Land, his Qi Sea was destroyed, and there was still hope for recovery. However, the origin of his physique was forcibly arrested, and the Nine Yin and Nine Yang battle body was reduced to nothing, and it was impossible to recover it.
Only Mr. Yangxu himself understands what price he has paid in order to perfect this physique.
Ye Han stared at Mr. Yangxu indifferently, with no fluctuation in his heart.
From the moment this person sent Zhuge Yue'e to the Zixiao Ancient Palace, he should be prepared to be crippled or even beheaded by him.
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of a void platform in the sky.
An extremely young man, seemingly in his mid-twenties.
This person spoke in public, his voice exciting: "Ye Han, how about we make a deal?"
"oh?"
Ye Han narrowed his eyes.
"Nine Yin and Nine Yang battle bodies, unless we, the disciples of the Nine Yang Holy Land, have them and can practice them all the way with the corresponding exercises, otherwise it is just a waste."
The man continued.
"Then what?"
Ye Han looked calm.
"I am willing to use the corresponding treasures in exchange for the origin of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang battle bodies. What do you think?"
The young man smiled and spoke, without any strong gestures belonging to the disciples of the Holy Land, but on the contrary, he was polite.
"No……."
On the ladder to heaven, Young Master Yangxu suddenly said like crazy: "No, Ye Han, I was wrong. You can't give him the origin of your physique."