Then, they rushed towards Han Yang.

Kill him for me, don't hold back! Feng Qingyun roared, with a ferocious look on his face. Dog thing, in Jinling City, you dare to attack my Qingyun Pavilion. You are impatient!

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, someone slapped his vest with a palm. He suddenly rushed out and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Bai Bing looked cold and his body flashed. A knife flashed in his hand and headed towards his neck. Seeing this scene, Feng Qingyun stared at the boss and shouted: Grandpa, save me!

Shangguan Yu and others were also shocked, and Shangguan Yu yelled: No!

Bai Bing glanced at her coldly, then looked at the two old men in gray who were blown away by Han Yang's two fists. Hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still didn't kill him. Shi Fei pointed out two fingers and sealed Feng Qingyun's acupoints.

Soon, all the disciples of Qingyun Pavilion were cleaned up by the people of Shenyang Sect. These people were lying on the ground, wailing and moaning, with a look of pain on their faces, and a few of them were even dead.

After cleaning up these people, the Shenyang Sect surrounded them and looked around with a vigilant look on their faces. The murderous intent in their eyes made the onlookers a little scared. Someone said: The Shenyang Sect is too iron-headed and the attack is too heavy. The matter is probably going to be a big deal now!

That’s it! Aren’t these people afraid of Qingyun Pavilion’s revenge?

The Shenyang Sect ignored the deaf ears. As for Ling Zhuqing and others, they all watched Han Yang fight with the two four-yuan masters in the circle. It has to be said that the cultivation of these two four-yuan masters is also very terrifying. With every move, the huge force made the surrounding trees and buildings buzz.

But even so, they faced Han Yang and were beaten by Han Yang's tyrannical pressure. At this moment, both of them were in a mess, and their arms were broken.

Two dogs, come on, aren’t you very arrogant? Let’s see if you don’t play with you to death!

After saying that, Han Yang burst into laughter. The energy in his body swept out like a storm. He jumped in the air and punched out two more punches, causing the two men to retreat for more than ten meters in a row. Blood was spraying in his mouth, and several ribs were broken.

What is so ignorant that you are so proud of me, how do you write the word "regret"?

Han Yang jumped up in the air, stood in mid-air, pursing his cultivation level, and punched him out with two more punches.

The two four-yuan masters turned pale. Feeling the huge pressure from the sky, a look of fear appeared in their eyes. They did not expect that the so-called Sixth Elder would have such a perverted strength.

Han Yang's two fists locked them straight and made them unable to escape. He snorted and dived like an eagle. Before the two iron fists could be hit, they brought out strong winds, which made the ground here fly away from sand and stones, and the strong wind was like a knife.

The two four-yuan masters looked at each other, and both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes. One of them said: If you fight, you will be beaten to death by him!

Another nodded, and the two suddenly connected their palms. The next moment, a surge of momentum burst out from the two of them. Then, the two of them slapped their palms at the same time and met them in the sky.

Han Yang frowned slightly, then snorted, and said: Something is a trick!

Then, with a thought, the energy in his dantian gushed out instantly, poured into his arms, and blasted downwards.

The two fists fell to the ground, and everyone felt that the ground was shaking violently. A ripple of energy spread, and some disciples with lower cultivation level were spitting blood on their mouths and flying backwards.

With a bang, two huge deep pits on the ground appeared. In each pit, there was an old man in gray with his bones all over his body and his face was as big as gold paper.

The whole audience was dead silent.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Han Yang fell to the ground, clapped his hands, and dusted the dust on his body. He didn't even look at the old men in gray in the pit. Instead, he walked to Feng Qingyun whose acupuncture was sealed under everyone's gaze, and looked at him with a smile: Do you think I have this qualification now?

Feng Qingyun's face was so scared that his face turned pale, his body trembled, and he looked at him with fear on his face.

Han Yang raised his hand and looked at him with a hint of mocking look on his lips. Remember, my name is Han Yang. Don’t forget me when you are reincarnated in the next life, otherwise you will be in trouble in the next life!

As he said that, he slapped it directly with one palm.

No! Shangguan Yu was so scared that he yelled with his eyes wide open.

Shen Jinglun and others were also shocked at this moment. Obviously, they did not expect that Han Yang would really kill someone.

Everyone in the Shenyang Sect, including Ling Zhuqing, Xu Lingshan, Yun Yuxuan and Bai Bing, all frowned slightly when they saw this scene. Although they didn’t know the specific situation, they didn’t have to think about it. This guy has an extraordinary identity, and if he killed him, there was a problem.

Seeing Feng Qingyun dying under Han Yang's palm, suddenly, a loud shout came from afar, dog thief, stop!

The sound was very loud, which made everyone's eardrums ring. The next moment, everyone felt a powerful sense of oppression coming from a distance, and it was extremely fast. It arrived here in the blink of an eye.

那些真师修为的人承受不住这种压迫,纷纷跪在了地上,嘴里面鲜血直流,包括神阳宗的众弟子,虽然他们修为都是宗师,但此刻面临此人的威压,都是脸色一白,有几个嘴角流出了鲜血.

retreat!

Bai Bing frowned and shouted in a low voice. While using his power to resist the pressure of this person, he retreated with Ling Zhuqing and others.

Shangguan Yu, Shen Jinglun and others also retreated one after another.

Because this person was extremely fast, almost no one could see his appearance clearly. He only saw a flash of figures and arrived behind Han Yang in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Han Yang had already stood up. Seeing Feng Lingtian slapping his palm, his face changed, and a few vigilant looks flashed in his eyes, and he took a palm.

When the two palms met, Han Yang flew backwards, his body turned a few times in the air before stopping, and Feng Lingtian only took three steps back.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyun, who was lying on the ground with a pale body and awkward figure, and then looked at the Qingyun Pavilion disciples who were not broken with their arms and legs. The cold light flashed in his eyes, and the murderous intent was stern.

Grandpa, he wants to kill me, he wants to kill me Feng Qingyun shouted.

Feng Lingtian turned his head to look at Han Yang and snorted angrily, "Little Thief, you are so brave, you dare to make ground on Tai Sui's head and seek death!"

At this time, dozens of figures flew over from afar and quickly surrounded the people of Shenyang Sect. When everyone saw that these people were not others, they were from Qingyun Pavilion.
Chapter completed!