City Summoning System

Chapter 407

hum!
The sword sounded softly, the space was like a lake, and a golden thread was drawn by the Jinyang sword. Afterwards, the sword energy raged towards the surroundings like a storm. In an instant, the stone slabs on the ground shattered, countless cracks were directly shaken out of the walls, and the roof almost collapsed. Was rushed out.

Haoyang looked very relaxed and calm all the way, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden. The Golden Yang Sword was suspended above his head, with golden light shining out.

But not long after, a tyrannical momentum rose from the third floor of Weiyuan Martial Arts Hall, rushing straight towards Haoyang.

It was a middle-aged man wearing smart clothes, with extraordinary momentum, like a fierce tiger, attacking Haoyang.

"Bound Seal." Haoyang's eyes did not fluctuate at all, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and his consciousness condensed into a needle, which crossed a golden thread and directly pierced into the middle-aged legs.

The golden needle formed by the condensed consciousness directly pierced the middle-aged man's legs. The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and his legs suddenly became uncontrollable. He lost his center of gravity in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Gathering energy and blood, he slapped the ground with his palm, and the gravel flew, the middle-aged body turned over and went away, but his feet fell down again softly, the middle-aged man looked terrified, propped up the wall with one hand, and looked at Haoyang.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

The Jinyang sword shot across the sky towards the middle-aged man, Haoyang said calmly: "The demon method that can kill you"

boom!
The middle-aged man was directly killed by Haoyang's sword, and the first fallen grandmaster of Weiyuan Martial Arts School was born!

After the low-level disciples were almost killed, the real masters began to wake up from the retreat, and a big battle broke out completely.

Jiang Han directly confronted the owner of Weiyuan Martial Arts Hall. The opponent wielded a big sword impenetrably, with a relentless aura of sword. The offensive was like a continuous downpour, and the stamina was getting stronger every wave.

The sound of jingling and collision was endless, and Jiang Han was running with determination, and instantly entered the first stage of blessing.

Immediately, the situation was reversed, Jiang Han swung the big knife away from Xin Shuyuan's hand with one knife, tilted the blade, pulled out a white horse in the air, and slashed directly at Xin Shuyuan's chest.

The light of the saber shot out three feet from the blade, but it was shattered by Xin Shuyuan's vitality. Xin Shuyuan's face changed slightly, and he raised his foot, kicking Jiang Han Tang Dao away from the direction.

However, he was still stabbed in the shoulder with a knife.

A piece of flesh and blood was cut off from the left shoulder in an instant, blood spattered out, and the scars were deep enough to show the bones.

"what!"

Xin Shuyuan gasped, his face instantly turned pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"Your Excellency, I, Weiyuan Martial Arts, have no grudges with you in the past and have no grudges in the present, why bother?"

Xin Shuyuan gritted his teeth and said.

"There's no reason." Jiang Han kept moving his hands, and on top of the Tang knife, the vigor was lingering, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and he slashed towards Xin Shuyuan's neck.

Xin Shuyuan gritted his teeth, held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and swung the knife to resist.

Peiran's huge force came from the blade, and directly sent the long sword in Xin Shuyuan's hand flying. Xin Shuyuan's body protection was almost shattered by the blow, and he stepped back several times. After eliminating the stamina, Xin Shuyuan coughed out a mouthful of blood , took a deep look at Jiang Han, turned around and ran away.

"Do you still want to run?"

Jiang Hanhan snorted, and with a thought, a grenade appeared in his hand. With enough strength, he threw it directly towards Xin Shuyuan.

Throwing a grenade with all his strength was like a tank firing, and the air in front of him instantly made a loud explosion. At this moment, the grenade made a sharp wind-breaking sound, dragging air waves, and hit Xin Shuyuan directly in the back of the heart.

"puff!"

Before the grenade exploded, Xin Shuyuan was seriously injured by this huge force in an instant, and the vigor invaded his body. Xin Shuyuan's figure flickered, and he fell directly to the ground, rolling several times on the ground like a rag bag.

Subsequently
boom!
The blazing heat wave engulfed Xin Shuyuan, and the dazzling fire burst out.

A huge hole was directly blasted out of the first floor of Weiyuan Martial Arts Hall.

The gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the smoke and dust were all over the place.

The Patriarch of the Xin Family, Xin Shuyuan, is dead!

However, things are far from over.

Not long after Xin Shuyuan died, a creepy feeling rose from the bottom of Jiang Han's heart.

With the Tang knife in his hand in front of him, Jiang Han's figure faltered and he turned around suddenly.

The sword slashed hard, and the sword energy exploded, and the energy followed the trajectory of the Tang sword's fall.

boom!
In mid-air, there was a burst of resistance above Tang Dao, and then Qi Jin directly bombarded the ground, making a roar.

Jiang Han stepped on the ground and stepped back.

A few flying knives with a cold light instantly landed on the place where Jiang Han was before, and the flying knives sank into the ground, with cracks all over the place.

A figure broke through the wall directly, his body was full of energy and blood, his eyes were shining brightly, and his body was bursting with breath, not weaker than a top grandmaster!

Holding a scimitar in his hand, he was wearing a black training suit, with three blood-colored ancient seal characters embroidered on his heart: Qijuemen!

After the man rushed in, he glanced around first, then set his eyes on Jiang Han, and rushed towards Jiang Han without saying a word.

Jiang Han was not afraid at all, his figure was swaying, his body burst out with energy, and a blazing wave centered on Jiang Han, directly erupted and spread towards the surroundings.

"die!"

The other party shouted in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, and the scimitar in his hand drew a tricky arc in the air, toward Jiang Han's neck.

The Tang knife flipped over, and the handle hit the scimitar blade. A wisp of flame spread along the blade and chased towards the middle-aged hand.

"Get out!" Jiang Han raised his foot and swept it in front of him.

The energy lingered, turned into a blazing flame, and the high temperature was raging. The middle-aged man didn't dare to resist. He drew back and slashed at Jiang Han in mid-air. On the machete, a gray light flashed and broke open directly. Jiang Han's flame was so powerful that he rushed to Jiang Han without any resistance.

But it was directly shattered by Jiang Han's energy.

Jiang Han tightened the handle of the knife and took a deep breath.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

The whole person's aura surged again, and he instantly broke into the half-step realm.

Fighting to the death, the second level!
Two kinds of energy, one ice and one fire, burst out from Jiang Han's body, mixed with a strange and sinister gray energy.

The two of them fought together again, and the ground under their feet was destroyed over and over again.

However, now Jiang Han has completely gained the upper hand.

When the middle-aged man swung his sword up again, Jiang Han thought, and Xiaobai instantly appeared behind the middle-aged man. He roared to the sky, and a purple electric arc spread out instantly and hit the middle-aged man.

Before the middle-aged man had time to be shocked, he found a bright light appeared in front of his eyes.

The saber energy rushed over the middle-aged man's neck, and blood dripped from Tang Dao's blade.

A veil appeared on Jiang Han's hand as if by magic, and wiped away the blood on Tang Dao.

Said to Xiaobai beside him: "Swallow it."

Xiaobai nodded, opened his mouth and swallowed the middle-aged body into his belly.

The screams in his ears had almost disappeared, Jiang Han looked at the Tang knife in his hand.

On the slender blade, there was a faint red halo, and a strong evil spirit was transmitted from the Tang sword.

With a roar, the last scream from Weiyuan Martial Arts School stopped.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in his nose, Jiang Han's expression was complicated but also with a hint of determination.

This is Wulin, Jianghu.

There is no lack of blood and passion, but more blood and darkness.

Haoyang walked over with no trace of blood on his body, with a calm expression on his face.

"Master Jiang, let's go."

(End of this chapter)