The first two thousand one hundred and sixty-sixth chapters
Han Sen was half-kneeling on the top of the mountain, holding the handle of the knife. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move. He was controlling the knife wire to extend deeper into the hole.
Without his control, the knife wire would have hit the rocks long ago, and it would have been impossible to rush into a depth of more than 10,000 meters.
Han Sen remained motionless, which made everyone a little confused. The Lord of Zhentian Palace seemed to see something, and his face changed slightly: "What is this kid doing?"
Many disciples in Zhentian Palace wanted to know what Han Sen was doing and were discussing secretly.
"It won't be over like this, right? Just leave a knife mark?"
"I was really looking forward to it, but I didn't expect it to be just a knife mark. I'm afraid such a knife mark can't even retain the artistic conception, right? I might as well write a poem or draw a picture."
"Yeah, I've waited so long for nothing."
All the disciples were slightly disappointed. After all, leaving a name on Haichuan Mountain was to some extent an opportunity for the registered disciples to show themselves. Originally, they thought they could see something interesting, but they didn't expect it to be over with such a single blow.
Click!
While the disciples of Zhentian Palace were discussing, they suddenly heard a soft sound coming from the direction of Haichuan Mountain, like the sound of a stone slab cracking.
Everyone stopped talking and looked at Haichuan Mountain again, and saw Han Sen still kneeling there, holding the handle of the knife with both hands. His body did not move, and he still maintained the same posture as before.
There seemed to be no change in Haichuan Mountain, which made the disciples a little disappointed. When they heard the sound of stones, they thought Han Sen's sword had moved again.
Click!
There was another soft sound of a stone slab breaking. This time, everyone clearly heard that it came from the place where Han Sen inserted the knife, and their eyes couldn't help but look there.
It's just that most people's eyesight is not very strong, and they can't see anything from a distance.
However, powerful people such as Zhentian Palace Master, Black Veiled Woman, Yun Changkong and other powerful people saw two subtle cracks where the handle of the knife connected with the mountain stone.
The crack extended outward along the direction of the blade and back. It was only as thin as a hair, and the length of the crack was only a dozen centimeters. It was not very conspicuous, but it caused a big change in their expressions.
In Jade City, Yu Shanxin, who was feeding the local dog Lao Huang, suddenly stood up, and in a flash, he came to the gate tower of Jade City, staring at the top of Haichuan Mountain with a strange expression.
On Dream Island, the sleeping Dream Beast suddenly opened its eyes, stood up from the grass, and looked at the top of Haichuan Mountain with a pair of dreamy eyes.
"What's going on? Why is there the sound of cracking stones?"
"It is estimated that Han Sen's knife tore the stone nearby. This is normal. After all, it is Han Sen. He used the power of Jue Fang. It is normal to tear some of the nearby Haichuan Stone."
Click... click...
While everyone was talking, the cracking sound continued to sound, getting louder and more frequent, causing everyone to hold their breath and stare at the top of Haichuan Mountain, trying to figure out what happened.
What happened.
Click... click...
The sound of breaking became louder and louder. Some disciples of Zhentian Palace with stronger eyesight could already see the cracks extending from the body of the sword, and the cracks were still extending outward.
"As expected of Master Han, the power of Jue Ya is so powerful that it can actually tear Haichuan Stone to such an extent!"
"It's really powerful. Let me just say, how could Han Sen just insert a knife and be done? That's what happened. He wanted to leave tear marks on the top of the mountain!"
"Such a strong tearing force should leave the artistic conception of Ya Dao on the top of the mountain. In the future, we can observe the artistic conception of Ya Dao. Blessed are the brothers who practice swordsmanship."
Click!
The cracking sound suddenly intensified, as if a mountain range had been split open by thunder. The shock caused pain to the eardrums of Zhentian Palace disciples, but the shock to their hearts was stronger than the impact on their ears.
Everyone stared at the top of Haichuan Mountain with wide eyes. Starting from the place where Han Sen inserted the Ghost Fang Knife, the entire top of the mountain seemed to be torn in half, cracking from the middle, and a long
Cracks reaching more than ten meters.
What's even more terrifying is that the crack is extending towards the mountain below at an extremely fast speed, and Han Sen keeps sliding down while holding the knife.
Click!
The huge mountain peak, which was 10,000 feet tall, split into two halves amidst bursts of rumbling sounds, splitting towards both sides.
Everyone was stunned, watching helplessly as Han Sen hung in the air, holding the piercing Ghost Fang Knife in both hands, while the majestic mountain split into two under his knife and fell to both sides.
Even the Master of the Zhentian Palace, the woman in black gauze and all the elders of the Zhentian Palace were dumbstruck at this time, as if they were frozen in place, watching Haichuan Mountain split into two.
"I...I...Holy shit...there's nothing wrong with my eyes...Han Sen split Haichuan Mountain with one knife..." One disciple's eyes almost popped out, and he was a little embarrassed when he spoke.
"I must have not woken up and am still dreaming, right? That's Haichuanshan!"
"It must be a dream...it must be a dream...Old Wu...give me a slap...let me wake up..."
"Pah... Ouch... Are you really fucking hitting me?"
The figures of the elders shot out of the sky and rushed to both sides of Haichuan Mountain, using terrifying power to hold up the two halves of the falling Haichuan Mountain front.
Haichuan Mountain was suspended in the void. It had originally reached a balance of power, but now it was split into two. It suddenly lost its balance and fell directly to both sides.
However, the rocks of Haichuan Mountain are extraordinary. Several king-level elders held up the mountain divided into two, but they still could not prevent it from sinking.
Looking at the crashing Haichuan Mountain and Han Sen standing with a sword in the sky, for a moment there was only the rumble of rocks falling into the sea of clouds. One or two kings couldn't drag Haichuan Mountain back, not even half of it.
Han Sen didn't expect that one stab of his knife would have such an effect. He swore that he really just stabbed it with a trace of knife energy, and then he touched the stone insect. After discovering that the stone insect was still alive, his knife energy
I took it back, not knowing what was going on.
Boom!
I saw two halves of the sea, rivers and mountains crashing into the sea of clouds, stirring up huge waves of clouds. The terrifying sea of clouds rolled like a tsunami. The cloud waves radiated out in a circular shape, and almost all the countless suspended islands in Zhentian Palace were covered by the terrifying waves.
The clouds and waves spread, and for a moment the chickens and dogs were jumping, and the underwear and underwear were blown all over the sky, and the entire Zhentian Palace was in chaos.
Fortunately, the cloud waves did not have substantial destructive power. They only blew some relatively light objects flying all over the sky, causing no casualties.
"This... this is going against heaven..." Many disciples came back to their senses and looked at Han Sen in the air with strange expressions.
The Master of Zhentian Palace was even more furious with hatred: "That bastard boy...throw him out of Zhentian Palace immediately...don't let me see him again..."