In Mount Emei, the status of male disciples is not as good as that of female disciples, so male disciples must work harder to succeed. Once they show enough talent, they can still gain a respectable status and even marry a beautiful senior sister or junior sister as their wife. A very beautiful thing.
Han Yihao is undoubtedly an outstanding man of this kind. He came from a poor background and came from an ordinary civilian family. By chance, he joined an ordinary martial arts academy, met a stunning woman, and then desperately tried to Practice, hoping to marry a fairy-like sister one day.
Han Yihao's dream was very simple, but it also prompted him to practice hard and grow at an extremely gratifying rate. Later, after joining Mount Emei, his goal changed again. He wanted to marry a saint and become a master.
The previous generation of saints had achieved a small amount of success in practicing ruthless swordsmanship. She didn't take anyone seriously at all, and she would not waste it on relationships. Once she reached this point, she would be a candidate for the future master of Mount Emei, and she would not Marry someone else.
Han Yihao's dream was shattered and he could only hit the new generation of saints. But when Tang Xiaohan appeared, there was another candidate. If he couldn't marry the saint, it would be good to marry Tang Xiaohan.
During this period of time, he was very courteous to Tang Xiaohan, but unfortunately he didn't get the return he wanted. Now that Yang Wu appeared again, he was naturally unhappy.
If he could take off Yang Wu's head and obtain a large number of holy elixirs and semi-sacred weapons, would it be difficult to become a saint
He was very timid and wanted to capture Yang Wu.
Han Yihao is in his eighties and looks like he is in his early thirties. He possesses top-level dragon transformation strength and can even fight against half-saints. He is confident enough to take down Yang Wu.
"Brother Han, you must not hurt Yang Wu." Tang Xiaohan was controlled by Wang Lihua and could not break free from her restraints, so she could only shout a warning loudly.
"Little Junior Sister, it's for your own good that Junior Brother Han will capture him for you, so as to save you trouble." Wang Lihua said with a faint smile.
"If there is anything wrong with Yang Wu, I won't let you go." Tang Xiaohan said solemnly.
"Little Junior Sister, what you said is that, we are fellow Junior Sisters, how can we hurt our friendship for an outsider?" Wang Lihua said dissatisfied.
"You'd better remember my words, he is my man." Tang Xiaohan emphasized again seriously.
When Han Yihao heard Tang Xiaohan's words, his murderous intention became stronger. He thought to himself: "Kill with one sword, save trouble."
The next moment, he condensed his sword with both fingers and slashed down at Yang Wu.
A flaming sword light shot up into the sky, and the thousand-foot-long finger sword struck Yang Wu in front of his eyebrows in an instant. The speed was shocking.
Yang Wu raised his eyes, but didn't see him moving. He turned sideways and the sword hit his shadow. He said quietly to Han Yihao: "You have murderous intentions towards me." .”
"Haha, so what!" Han Yihao sneered, grabbing the sword with his backhand and preparing to deal with Yang Wu seriously.
Unfortunately, before he could pull it out, he felt a strong wind coming. His wrist was grabbed by someone, making him unable to move and unable to pull out the sword.
"If you want to kill me, you must have the consciousness of death." Yang Wu's voice rang in Han Yihao's ears. Han Yihao burst out with all his strength, trying to resist and break away from Yang Wu's restraints, but Yang Wu would not give him such a chance. A dull fist punched him in the lower abdomen.
boom!
Han Yihao never dreamed that he would be punched to death by someone with the strength to rival a half-saint.
If he knew, he would never provoke this demon-like boy, but there is no regret medicine in this world.
Wang Lihua and Tang Xiaohan had been paying attention to Yang Wu and Han Yihao. They watched Han Yihao being beaten to death, their beautiful eyes filled with incredible looks. They knew Han Yihao's strength clearly, and he definitely had the strength to enter the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking within 5,000, and He himself was ranked 4,988 on the prediction list. He was punched in the stomach by Yang Wu and was too dead to die.
The Tianlong jade tablet on Yang Wu had numbers floating in the air, and the word "four thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight" appeared on his body and disappeared in a flash.
Yang Wu noticed the strangeness of the Tianlong Jade Card and couldn't help but frown. He didn't like this passive feeling very much. Fortunately, he didn't feel any threat. He took off Han Yihao's Qiankun Ring and took Han Yihao's The body was thrown in one direction.
That direction was exactly where the Tianqing lineage's geniuses were fighting against the Emeishan disciples. The Tianqing lineage's geniuses were completely at a disadvantage and were facing the end of being killed.
After Han Yihao's body flew over, the female genius from Mount Emei was so frightened that she screamed: "Han... Senior Brother Han is dead."
"Yang Wu, you are so brave!" Wang Lihua also came to her senses and started to drink.
Tang Xiaohan didn't know how to speak.
Mount Emei is her sect, and her ancestors of the Tang family have taken great care of her and carefully nurtured her. She has developed a close feeling to Mount Emei, just like her own home. Her fellow disciples, sisters, and brothers all They were her family members. Even if they didn't have deep feelings for each other, she still felt very uncomfortable when she saw Han Yihao being ruthlessly killed by Yang Wu. She thought to herself: "He...how could he be so ruthless? Don't you know how to kill him?" Senior Brother Han, is it difficult for us to be together? Could it be that he... he doesn't like me? "
Tang Xiaohan thought a little too much for a while and became confused inside.
Yang Wu seemed not to have heard Wang Lihua's words, and glanced at the other people in Mount Emei. He moved quickly and quickly towards the pair of women with their swords united in one.
The strength of these two women was both at the intermediate level of dragon transformation, but together they actually had the power of the top level of dragon transformation. Bai Luoyun and another Yang family disciple were forced to have no power to fight back, especially since Bai Luoyun had already He was struck with many scars by the other party, so he was no match for him.
"Let's forget all the old and new grudges together." Yang Wu said quietly, and punched out his fists one after another. It was like two dragon shadows rushing out of his arms, with infinite power.
When he was in the mortal world, he didn't have a good impression of Mount Emei. After arriving in the supernatural world, Zhou Zhixuan, the saint of Mount Emei, gave him a bad impression. Later, he met his younger ancestor and learned that the people from Mount Emei were also among the murderers. , he had hatred towards Mount Emei in his heart. Now that people from Mount Emei want to steal the jade medal, he will naturally not be polite. Even if Tang Xiaohan is from Mount Emei, he will not have any compassion. This matter is originally from Mount Emei. Picked up.
The two women reacted quickly and immediately abandoned Bai Luoyun and the Yang family's genius. Their swords joined the wall, like the swords of flying immortals from the sky, and faced Yang Wu's fists.
Yang Wu could feel that the combined power of these two women was really impressive, but unfortunately they were really vulnerable in front of him. Wherever his fist touched, the sword light exploded into pieces. When the fist touched the tips of their swords, the little girl was stunned. The saint-level swordsman instantly shattered.
"What!" The two women screamed at the same time. They quickly retreated, fearing that they would be destroyed like swords later.
They reacted quickly, but Yang Wu was even faster. His ruthless fists had already fallen on them, killing them on the spot.
Two flowers died together, staining the sky with blood.
"Yang Wu, you must die a good death!" Wang Lihua was completely angry. She no longer controlled Tang Xiaohan and attacked Yang Wu with a broken flower sword.
This broken flower sword is not an ordinary little holy weapon, but a semi-holy weapon. With her strength, it can kill even the peak semi-saints.
A sword cut through the sky, and the sharp sword light flashed in front of Yang Wu's face. Just as Yang Wu was about to fight back, another hidden sword force came from the other side.
Concealing the truth!
This is Wang Lihua's decisive move. The first sword is just a feint, and it seems to be very powerful, but what is really fatal is the subsequent sword. The combination of virtual and real makes it difficult for people to distinguish clearly, and it has the ability to conceal the truth from the sky.
Yang Wu was still deceived and was hit by Wang Lihua's sword in the abdomen.
"Death!" Wang Lihua succeeded with one blow, with a strong murderous intent on her delicate face. All the power was gathered on the Broken Flower Sword, constantly sending power forward, not giving Yang Wu any chance to survive.
"Sister, please show mercy!" Tang Xiaohan watched Yang Wu being hit, rushed over and shouted in shock.
How could Wang Lihua listen to Tang Xiaohan? She felt that Yang Wu would definitely die. But as she mobilized all her strength, she found that Yang Wu was staring at her. There was no sign of pain on his body, and no blood was flowing out. She panicked instantly and felt Yang Wu might be wearing holy armor, so her sword probably failed.
In the midst of lightning and flint, she drew her sword and raised it again. The changes in the sword's strength made people unable to guard against it, and she slashed at Yang Wu's neck.
It has to be said that Wang Lihua is the most ranked disciple in Mount Emei. The speed of change was so fast that even Yang Wu was surprised. He moved back and avoided Wang Lihua's attack and looked at the punctured clothes. He smiled slightly and said: "You are good at this move. I will give you another chance. If you can't kill me, you will die!"
"Stop, don't fight." After Tang Xiaohan saw that Yang Wu was okay, his heart relaxed and he shouted at the same time.
No one listened to her, and Wang Lihua didn't even care. She was already preparing her final move.
"It was just an accident that I didn't kill you just now. You will never have a chance this time." Wang Lihua responded and took action again.
A sea of flowers!
Suddenly, a sea of flowers appeared with her as the center. Countless murderous intentions were hidden in this sea of flowers, and even the sea could cover it and drown it.
This is Wang Lihua's innate magical power. When combined with the holy sword skills, the power of the explosion is extremely terrifying. The area of more than ten miles is covered by her sea of flowers. Even if Yang Wu wants to escape, it is already too late.
Countless flowers restrained Yang Wu, and countless sword energy twisted towards Yang Wu, trying to blow Yang Wu to pieces.
"No!" Tang Xiaohan hissed feebly.
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