Huang Deyun glared at him angrily. At this moment, his face looked very ugly, because he had already confirmed that the kid's cultivation level in front of him had really suppressed him steadily. A cold light flashed in his eyes. This kid had such cultivation level at a young age. It was really terrifying. I guess he must have had a great background. Since I must offend him, I can't let him go no matter what, even if it was.

I'm going to kill him even if I'm serious injuring.

Thinking of it, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Although Han Yang's face was still calm at this moment, his condition was not very good. With the help of the power of refining dragon energy, he could suppress Huang Deyun. However, the consumption of refining dragon energy was too fast. In those few strokes just now, the dragon energy refined in his body had consumed 20%. If he did not solve this person quickly, the dragon energy would be consumed later and the dragon balls in his dantian began to begin

If it backfires, he will definitely die.

It seems that I will use my trump card!

A little contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Huang Deyun and said, "Old dog, you are the only one who has the ability. I advise you to kneel down and kowtow to me and give me a teacher!"

"Damn kid, let's see I take your life!" Huang Deyun was furious, his figure flashed, and he rushed over again.

At this moment, he had already used all his cultivation. He planned to kill Han Yang in one fell swoop with his injury.

Seeing this, the others widened their eyes and looked at this scene.

When Han Yang saw him rushing over, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he saw that others were almost coming to him.

Han Yang suddenly roared lowly, and a black sword appeared in his hand. His arms turned into gold for two days. The dragon energy in his body was instilled into the black dragon sword in his hand.

The originally simple black dragon sword, the ancient patterns on it, slowly lit up a ray of light, and then Han Yang swung his sword directly.

Huang Deyun's face changed drastically, and he felt a breath that made him palpitations come towards him. He would never have thought that this kid suddenly took out a weapon from somewhere.

He hurriedly wanted to stop his rushing forward, but because the speed was too fast and the inertia was too high, it was too late.

He had no choice but to gather all his cultivation in his hands, intending to bounce off the weapon with his fingers. With his cultivation level, he would bounce it with one finger and ordinary weapons would shatter.

But just as his hand touched the Black Dragon Sword in Han Yang's hand, his face suddenly changed drastically. His fingers, like tofu, were cut down together. Then, he watched a sword light flash through his chest.

In the flash, everything is over.

Huang Deyun and Han Yang both fell to the ground.

At this moment, Han Yang's face was very pale and cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but he stood there coldly, with a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth. The black dragon sword in his hand had long disappeared.

The same was true for Huang Deyun. He stood on the ground with a pale face, motionless, just a pair of eyes staring at Han Yang, with deep shock and unwillingness in his eyes.

For a moment, the entire hall fell into silence. Everyone was watching this scene, a little confused. What was going on? Why did the two of them suddenly stop? Why didn't Huang Deyun take action?

The third master was a little anxious and shouted, "Senior Huang, don't stand there, hurry up and do it!"

Zhao Hu was also anxious, "Master, what are you doing? Why don't you take action?"

Qin Moyu frowned and was puzzled. Leng Xiangning looked horrified, looking at Han Yang in front of her like a devil.

Seeing that Huang Deyun didn't move for a while, Zhao Hu ran over quickly, gently pushed him, and said, "Master..."

Before he finished speaking, he was so scared that his face was pale. He screamed and retreated quickly, so that he fell to the ground and retreated repeatedly.

Not only him, but everyone in the room, except Leng Xiangning, were so scared that they couldn't help but take a step back. It turned out that after Zhao Hu's slight push, Huang Deyun's upper body fell to the ground, and his lower body was still standing there. There was an extremely smooth cut incision on his chest, and the cut incision even turned black, so that there was no

A trace of blood spurted out.

In the hall, it was terrible quiet. Everyone covered their mouths and stared at the strange scene with their eyes.

It is hard for them to imagine how all this happened? Except for Leng Xiangning, others either have insufficient cultivation or are ordinary people, so they have not seen clearly what happened just now.

Han Yang silently used the Dragon Qi Creation Art and worked hard to refine the primitive dragon energy that gushed out from the dragon ball in the Dantian. Since he practiced the locking health exercise, it seems that he could bear the domineeringness of the primitive dragon energy.

He looked coldly at Zhao Hu who was sitting on the ground with his mouth open, and said lightly: "Young Master Zhao, now, do you still want me to kowtow to you?"

Zhao Hu then realized that not only Zhao Hu, but also the others in the house, were awakened by his words.

The third master looked at Han Yang in front of him, his face pale for a moment, and his whole body trembled.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Hu reacted the first thing he realized was to run away. He rushed out of the door desperately, even ignoring the direction, like a dog with extreme fear.

Han Yang flashed, and he came to him and kicked him back.

Zhao Hu is just the fourth stage of Neijin cultivation, so where is Han Yang's opponent? Han Yang showed no mercy when he took action. He kicked him directly on the shoulder, kicking his shoulder to dislocate.

Zhao Hu looked full of pain. Seeing Han Yang walking towards him, he hurriedly retreated with fear and shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Han Yang looked at him coldly and said, "What did you say before? Not only did you want me to kowtow to you, but you also wanted me to call you dad when I saw your Zhao family! You also wanted to threaten me with the people around me!"

As he said that, his face was murderous. Zhao Hu was scared crazy, and even his master was cut in half by him. He understood that Han Yang could kill him with one finger. He stepped back and begged for mercy and repeatedly said, "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me."

, I will give you any requests you make, please..."

Han Yang snorted coldly, "It's too late, when you called me that phone number, your destiny was destined!"

Zhao Hu had retreated to the corner of the wall. At this moment, he had no place to retreat. Seeing Han Yang slowly walking towards him, he was so scared that he trembled violently. Han Yang walked over, slowly raised his feet, pointed it at his chest, and said, "Give it a little more eyes in the next life, don't mess with me!"
Chapter completed!