At the foot of Yandang Mountain, countless people were on guard all around, and at the same time slowly approaching the top of Yandang Mountain, gradually narrowing the encirclement.

The members of Wang Meng didn't know that at this moment, Yandang Mountain had long been completely surrounded by the Japanese Onmyoji, the disciples of the Tianzhu Purple Robe Great Wizard, and the Korean Taekwondo black belt disciples.

These people were the helpers secretly called by Ashiya Qingming, the purple-robed great wizard, and the taekwondo grandmaster after Ashiya Qingming learned that Huang Yuanzhi was a god realm, and the purpose was very clear.

Encircle and suppress the entire Yandang Mountain!

At this moment, from the foot of Yandang Mountain to the top of Yandang Mountain, it has been covered with Japanese, Korean, and Tianzhu people.

Just as they were about to approach the top of the mountain, the sound of cloth shoes rubbing against the grass came to their ears.

"Rustle. ”

The voice was extremely subtle, but it was unusually clear when everyone was holding their breath and not saying a word. Everyone stopped, turned their heads, and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw that at a distance of about 100 meters from the foot of Yandang Mountain, a young man in white was pacing slowly, walking towards Yandang Mountain, his long black hair covering his eyes, and people couldn't see his expression clearly.

Seeing that scene, a senior brother of the Onmyoji frowned slightly.

"Chinese?"

Then, he motioned for the two Onmyoji disciples beside him to step forward and ask the man questions.

But just as the two onmyoji walked to the man's side, before they could speak, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the flesh suddenly sounded!

"Boom!"

Then, the two onmyoji spurted blood flowers from their bodies, and they fell down with a whimper, and there was no more movement.

Although those members from the three countries were shocked suddenly, they were also elite members of the top sects in their own countries, and after a short period of fear, they instantly recovered.

"Stop him, don't let him go up Yandang Mountain!"

I don't know who gave the order, everyone took out the magic weapons they carried with them, and stood at various positions on Yandang Mountain, looking at the man who came to the foot of Yandang Mountain.

"Hmph. The Onmyoji Senior Brother showed a sneer and spoke.

"Do you want to set foot on Yandang Mountain in our encirclement and suppression without a single soldier?"

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen onmyoji gathered mana in their hands, ready to bombard the man who was gradually approaching, but the spell had not yet taken shape, and the young man in white had already flashed and appeared under the foot of the mountain, and the red crystal long sword appeared in his right hand, swinging a sword violently from left to right.

The crimson sword light flashed, cutting all the dozen or so onmyoji in two from their waists.

Wang Tu raised his head, looked at the senior brother of the Onmyoji who was sweating coldly on his forehead, and said coldly.

"Why should I take someone with me when I go back to my own home?"

The senior brother was not stupid, and when he heard this, he instantly understood the identity of the young man in white, only to see his body shake violently and let out a heart-rending howl.

"The enemy is a white-clothed sword immortal, kill him at all costs!"

"The one who takes off the head of the white-clothed sword immortal will have a bounty of 50 billion!"

Taking this as a signal, countless people jumped out from the corners of Yandang Mountain and rushed towards the man who was slowly ascending the mountain.

A trace of cold light flashed in his green eyes, and Wang Tu slightly clenched the red crystal long sword in his hand, and spit out a word from his mouth coldly.

"Die. ”

What happened next seemed to be that everyone was encircling and suppressing Wang Tu alone, but in fact, it was just Wang Tu's verdict on everyone.

The huge reward made them blood-clogged, and one after another onmyoji, taekwondo masters, and wizards took their magic weapons and roared towards the kings and disciples who slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.

Without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, Wang Tu kept flipping his wrist and waving the red crystal long sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword slices through the body of the enemy, the tip of the sword pierces the enemy's heart, and the hilt of the sword smashes the enemy's head.

Maintaining a posture of slowly walking up the mountain, the king cruelly deprived the lives of those who rushed towards him with movements that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Swinging the sword, raising the hand, turning the wrist, every movement is so clean and neat, like staging a dance called cruelty.

The splashes of blood are the stage for the dance, and the mournful howl is the applause for the praise of oneself.

One sword, one life!

Some people who were too weak in cultivation had not even come into contact with the Wang Disciple, and they were directly shattered by the air pressure around the Wang Disciple, and they fell down with blood spraying from their mouths.

It was not until the end, from the foot of the western part of Yandang Mountain to the top of the mountain, that a long bloody road paved with corpses and blood was opened, and the killing trip finally stopped.

There was a scream behind him, and the three ancestors of the blood clan, Ashiya Qingming, the purple-robed great wizard, and the taekwondo grandmaster, all looked behind him.

The man who should have been blown up by a nuclear bomb and his corpse stood there, his red crystal sword and white clothes covered in blood, like a vengeful messenger from hell to the earth.

Seeing the appearance of the king's disciples, including the entire members of the Wang League, everyone was stunned.

The first to react was Cain, his eyes widening and he let out a howl of disbelief.

"How is it possible that you are not dead?"

When the nuclear bomb exploded, Cain dived into the deepest part of the sea of blood and witnessed everything that happened in the sky above the sea of blood.

But now, in just one day, this young man in white actually appeared in front of him with such a posture.

What the hell is going on?

Before Cain could say anything, Vlad III and Elizabeth stopped in front of him, their faces gloomy.

Vlad III looked at the bloody posture of the white-clothed sword fairy, snorted coldly, and spoke.

"I don't know what kind of chance you got to survive the nuclear bomb explosion, but for the Blood Ancestor, you are already a dead man. ”

"Since you're not dead, let's kill you again. ”

Hearing Vlad say this, Cain was slightly stunned, and asked Vlad with the unique psychological induction of the blood clan.

'You're kidding, the three of us weren't his opponents last time we teamed up. ’

It was Elizabeth who answered Cain's question.

'In just one day since he was hit by a nuclear bomb, do you really think he will be able to return to his peak condition?'

Cain had a look of realization.

'You mean, he's just being reckless now?'

Of course, I don't believe he can survive the nuclear bomb without any damage. ’

There was no more communication, and Vlad's body burst out with countless spikes, and behind Elizabeth, iron virgins emerged from the circle, and Cain took out the huge scythe in his body and swung it into a gust of yin wind.

Vlad looked at the king and shouted.

"This world will be ruled by my bloodline, and you no longer have any reason to exist in this world!"

"Go back to hell, white-clothed sword fairy!"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them attacked the king disciple at the same time!

The unstoppable forest of scarlet spikes pressed towards the king, and countless iron virgins appeared from above the king's head, about to crush him into pulp, and the giant scythe in Cain's hand swung out bursts of yin wind blades, densely covering all the space around the king's disciple.

The three ancestors of the blood clan worked together, and no one could survive!

That huge momentum made the entire Yandang Mountain tremble, and those grandmasters of the Wang Alliance only felt that just by getting closer to that attack, they would be torn to pieces by the domineering blood contained in that attack!

And in the face of the attack that shook the heavens and the earth, Wang Tu's face was fearless, and he coldly spat out a word from his mouth.

"Garbage. ”

He didn't even use the long sword, Wang Tu raised his left hand, which was not holding the sword, and bent his five fingers, put them together at will, and waved them lightly in front of him.

Those iron virgins, yin wind blades, and scarlet spikes touched the palms of the king's disciples, all of them were like inferior glass, and they were instantly smashed into countless pieces!

"How is that possible!"

Vlad III cried out in horror, he understood what the king's actions meant.

The strength of the body alone is already stronger than the attack that he and Cain and Elizabeth have joined forces to attack!

With another flick of his fingers, the three spiritual power impacts easily broke through their defenses, piercing through the chests of the three ancestors of the Blood Clan, and the three of them rolled to the ground wailing, coughing up blood from their mouths.

Wang Tu stepped forward, looked down at the embarrassed appearance of the three of them, and spat out a sentence from his mouth.

"Go back and tell the Blood Ancestor, use nuclear weapons to kill me, step on my Yandang Peak, I will let him repay with blood!"