"No, as the saying goes, good people don't live long, and scourges live for a thousand years! How could this old scourge die so easily. The overall situation has been decided, Han Ming was in a slightly relaxed mood at this time, and then opened his mouth and laughed.

As soon as Han Ming's words fell, in the big pit on the top of the mountain, Wang Jianyi stood up with difficulty, staring at Han Ming and the two with resentful eyes, eager to devour the two of them alive.

"I didn't expect that I, Wang Jianyi, Ying Ming I, would be defeated in the hands of a war commander in the end, and I should have exploded my incarnation outside the body in the first place, and I also wanted to kill you outside the realm. The sword pillar of the Returning Sect was on the ground, supporting Wang Jianyi's body, but his eyes were extremely bright, and the murderous aura was permeated in them.

"Hmph, when you connived at your grandson, insulted my mother, bullied my wife, and hurt my disciple, did you ever think about today!" Han Ming remembered what happened at the beginning, and he was still afraid for a while, if he arrived a little late, the consequences would be unimaginable. Han Ming's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and his eyes widened, and this sentence was almost roared.

Han Ming's roaring voice, the disciples on the Great Yan Peak heard it clearly, and knew the reason for Han Ming's trouble, which made the monk who had satirized Han Ming before feel guilty, just ask who would back down on such a thing.

"Hmph, if you want to kill or lose, you can kill or kill as you like. "Wang Jianyi knew what was happening today, and he couldn't do good, but fortunately, he stopped begging for mercy and let himself die a dignified death.

"Old horseman, today I will use you to commemorate the children of my Canghuo Gate who died because of you!" Han Ming's eyes were blood-red, and with a wave of his big hand, the Burning World Red Dragon Flame hovering in mid-air went straight and rushed away.

Wang Jianyi knew that it was useless to resist, so he directly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Suddenly!

The mutation arose, and a shocking long sword suddenly appeared above Wang Jianyi's head, directly facing the Burning World Red Dragon Yan.

Rumble!

A loud bang rang out above Wang Jianyi's head, and the dust that had just fallen was raised in the wind again, and the Burning World Red Dragon Flame suddenly exploded into a cloud of fire and rolled back.

Han Ming's face turned slightly pale, and his heart was suddenly shocked, because of the power emanating from this long sword, he could only sense it in the Canghai Battle Saint and his master.

This is the true coercion of the Sage!

This kind of coercion is a height that cannot be reached by the Half-Saints, and it is also the sign of the War Saint.

The dust fell, and two figures appeared on the top of the mountain, and next to Wang Jianyi stood an old man with white hair, holding a simple long sword, pointing in the air.

"Wang Wuliang!"

Yan Qingfang exclaimed, and suddenly his face turned pale, although he was a battle maniac, he also had a sense of awe for the strong.

"Senior brother, is he?" Han Ming didn't know the old man, so he couldn't help but ask.

"He is the ancestor of the Wang family, Wang Wuliang, also known as the Infinite War Saint, his comprehension of the way of the sword is not inferior to that of the Falling Star Sect, I didn't expect him to come back. Yan said bitterly.

After listening to the introduction, Han Ming's heart was also extremely bitter, in the face of the War Saint, he couldn't afford to have a little confrontation, although the difference between the Half Saint and the War Saint was just one word, but the strength was a world of difference!

Originally, the great revenge was avenged immediately, but a war saint was killed halfway, which directly reversed the situation.

"The sword is useless, and it is a shame for the ancestor. After Wan Jian saw the person who came, he was overjoyed, knowing that there was an ancestor who was free to die today, but he still said with great respect and guilt on his face.

"It's a shame that I was forced to do this by a war commander, so let's go back and retreat. Wang Wuliang raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Jianyi, and then spoke.

"Yes!" Wang Jian hurriedly said yes, and after speaking, he occupied behind Wang Wuliang.

"Huo Haomiao has accepted a few good apprentices, and each one is stronger than the other. After Wang Wuliang's eyes glanced at Yan Qingyan and Han Ming, he slowly spoke, and said with the majesty of a battle saint, without concealing it at all.

Han Ming and Yan were frivolous, and suddenly felt that there was a big mountain pressing on their bodies, and their faces turned pale.

"Senior, what does this mean? Is this deceiving my master's absence?" Yan Qingfang raised his eyebrows and asked directly.

"Hehe, I'm old, and I can't control my own coercion. Zhang Wuliang was like an old grandfather next door, smiled warmly, and his momentum was retracted.

Han Ming and Yan suddenly felt light.

"You are the closed disciple that Huo Haomiao just accepted recently, Han Ming, right?" Wang Wuliang glanced at Han Ming again and said slowly.

Han Ming nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"You are the one who wants to kill my family Ruoshui outside the realm. The expression on Wang Wuliang's face changed suddenly, the old man next door who was still smiling a second ago turned into a killing god who slaughtered the world, and his killing intent was permeated.

The killing intent of the War Saint was not comparable to that of the Poison Elder and the others, just a look full of killing intent made Han Ming feel like he had been soaked in cold water.

"Senior, it's a little unreasonable to question the junior without asking the reason!" Han Ming was not deterred by the murderous aura of the War Saint, a trace of anger welled up in his heart, and he asked rhetorically.

"I'm the reason," Wang Wuliang burst out directly, his voice mixed with the coercion of the Battle Saint, which made Han Ming a little deafening.

"Since the seniors are so reasonable, the juniors have nothing to say, but if I can survive today, then I will definitely cut Wang Ruoshui and Wang Jian under the sword in the future, the seniors have the reason of the seniors, and the juniors also have the juniors' own reasons!!" Han Ming was under the repeated oppression of Wang Wuliang, and his inner anger completely exploded, and he was facing each other.

"There are many truths in heaven and earth, whoever is strong will listen to whom's reason, today I am strong and you are weak, so listen to my reason!"

Wang Wuliang was worried that he couldn't find a reason to make a move, and after listening to Han Ming's words, he directly swung his sword and slashed towards Han Ming.

A sword fell, the sky suddenly darkened, as if even the sky was cut down, this sword did not have the slightest fancy skills, it was just an ordinary swing, but it made Han Ming have a feeling of inescapability, even the invincible lantern above his head instantly dimmed, his body was stiff and unable to move, and he could only watch the long sword fall slowly.

This sword is enough to see that this Battle Saint King's immeasurable understanding of the way of the sword has reached the point of perfection.

"Senior brother!"

Yan shouted wildly, he didn't expect that Wang Wuliang's shot would be so simple, and he immediately rushed towards Han Ming, wanting to block this sword for Han Ming. But with his speed as a demi-saint, how could he be able to defeat the sword of the war saint!

"Uncle Junior!"

"Little Uncle Ancestor"

All the monks on the Great Yan Peak were watching Wang Wuliang's sword swing towards Han Ming, but they could only let out a weak shout.

Han Ming's talent today, his daily achievements must be no less than Fang Invincible, a Tianjiao who had just risen fell like this, which made the disciples of Canghuo Sect regret.

The long sword fell little by little, and there was a tingling sensation on Han Ming's forehead, and the hair that was tied up was also blown by the sword qi at this time.

In the next second, Han Ming's forehead was cut, and the blood flowed down his cheeks, which looked a little hideous and terrifying, but at this moment, there was a burst of cry in the sky!

"Dare!"