It can be imagined that after the selection of inner disciples, his Holy Dharma Peak will definitely be full of momentum. Who is still qualified to compete with him for the position of sect leader at that time?
The sword light, accompanied by lightning, was like a blue dragon traveling in the sky, opening its hideous mouth towards Han Yang, revealing its sharp dragon teeth.
This sword is so powerful and so unstoppable!
"Han Yangshu, now I abstain from the power and admit defeat, I will let you go, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" Fang Yunan danced his sword with one hand and made handprints with the other, and shouted arrogantly.
"Senior Brother Han, be careful!" A disciple of the Technician exclaimed.
"Senior Brother Han, stop, you are still young, just wait for another ten years." Several other disciples of the Technicians who are good friends with Han Yangshu also advised kindly.
Chang Yingrong looked at Han Yangshu under the sword power, and his eyes also showed a look of worry, as if he wanted to speak, but soon gave up his mind and returned to his previous indifference.
Compared with other fellow disciples, she knew better about Han Yangshu. She knew that with his strength, even if he was not as good as Fang Yunan, he would not be too seriously injured and would not cause any harm to his future cultivation.
More importantly, she also knew that Han Yangshu seemed gentle, but in fact he was arrogant in his bones and could never give up.
This is good, and only when he hits his head and runs out of blood will he know his goodness. Chang Yingrong thought to himself secretly.
The thunder roared, as if it was just exploding in his ears, but Han Yangshu seemed to have never heard of it, and his expression was still so calm and confident.
"I said, you don't have a chance." Han Yang slowly raised his long sword.
"No big words..." Fang Yunan smiled contemptuously, but before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly condensed.
A lightning flashed quickly from Han Yangshu's long sword like water waves, and the powerful momentum came with oppression. The inexplicable chill also flowed through Fang Yunan's heart at the same time.
"This is..." Before Fang Yunan could see what was going on, Han Yangshu's figure shook and transformed into a clone afterimage. The long sword in his hand slashed towards him at the same time, and two thunders fell from the sky at the same time.
"Ka!" The dazzling lightning seemed to tear through the sky and crack the earth.
Fang Yunan's flying clouds and Nine Heavens Thunder were instantly shaken away, and the shield of the mirror flower and water moon in front of him also shattered from it like a soap bubble, turning into a stream of light.
"Puff..." With a muffled groan, Fang Yunan had already flew out of the competition stand like a kite with broken strings. Before he could land, blood spurted out from his mouth.
The audience was silent, Chang Yingrong was stunned, the two elders were stunned, and all the disciples of Nanli Sect were stunned.
Fang Yunan, who had been arrogant in his previous state of madness, was defeated, so clean and neat that even Han Yangshu could not block his sword.
The so-called Feitian Yunling and Jiutian Sword and Thunder, the so-called Mirror Flower and Water Moon, which are both strong and soft, are so vulnerable under Han Yangshu's sword, and are as fragile as a paper lantern!
How did Han Yangshu do it? How could this sword have such a powerful power?
"The Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder Sword, he used the Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder Sword!" Finally, an inner disciple shouted in shock.
Hearing his words, the other disciples suddenly remembered that Luo Enen used the same sword skills to defeat Ji Yingshi last time!
Although the Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder Sword is the most unique skill in Nanli Sect, it has been lost for ten thousand years, so many newly introduced disciples have never even heard of this unique skill. They would never have thought that Han Yangshu had learned this.