In an instant, a ten-meter-long extremely sharp ice blade was condensed in Han Bing's hand, and with a swing of the knife, a mysterious trajectory was drawn, and the twenty warriors were actually cut in two by him!

In just a few breaths, these twenty warriors plus one high-level swordsman were killed by the cold ice, which was a small part of the terrifying strength of the powerhouse of the Holy Domain.

"What a terrible strong man, who the hell is this person. Under the command of an adult, how can there be such a strong character that I don't know about?" Reisman's heart was shocked, after he became a great sword master at this time, his vision became much stronger than before, and he could clearly recognize the gap between the two sides. If Han Bing wants to kill him, he may be able to kill him in seconds with a single face!

The Duke of Toveen is a great nobleman who has been inherited for thousands of years, and has great strength and a lot of masters.

More than twenty warriors at the entrance were killed, which immediately alarmed the masters of the manor.

Three ninth-level sword masters wearing magical knight armor and holding good magic swords, ten eighth-level great swordsmen, thirty swordsmen, two eighth-level mages, four great mages, thirteen high-level mages, and twenty-four intermediate mages rushed from all directions.

In addition, there were countless masters who had cultivated their fighting spirit, junior magicians, and ordinary warriors, pouring out from all directions from the extremely luxurious villa manor covering thousands of acres, rushing towards Resman's team.

Every great nobleman with real power is equivalent to a small prince, with huge strength and power, and can recruit many masters to work for them. The Duke of Tovien's family has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has a deep heritage, and naturally it also has great strength.

Reisman sensed the powerful momentum rising in the manor, and his heart was full of shock, the strength in the manor was not comparable to their team!

That huge force, if it is properly coordinated, even a Sacred Domain powerhouse will not be able to please it!

"Come with me!Don't worry!Your Excellency has your own arrangements!" Han Bing said lightly as if he had seen through Rasman's thoughts.

Raisman could only bite the bullet and rush towards the manor with his guards following the cold ice.

Along the way, the ice void grabbed continuously, and one after another claw shadows full of icy power fell on the warriors who stood in the way, and they instantly froze into pieces of ice sculptures, and then crushed them.

"That's it!" With a loud roar, in the void, a huge cyan fighting qi slash instantly shot towards the cold ice!

Cold Ice took a step backwards in an instant, and the huge cyan fighting qi slash fell on the ground where he was standing before, slashing out a huge incomparably ravine, and the rubble splattered!

Han Bing's eyes froze, and he saw that in front of him, three ninth-level sword saints wearing magic knight armor and holding good magic swords had already appeared, and in the sky, there were two mages who used the Wind Flying Technique.

The reason why the eighth-level magisters are considered to be stronger than the ninth-level sword master is because they are able to use the wind flying technique and can fly freely in the sky. The ninth-level human sword master who could not fly could not defeat the mage who could fly freely in the sky.

These five are the strongest people recruited by Duke Toveen, and when the five of them join forces, even the powerhouses of the Holy Domain can fight.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Duke Toveen's private domain? Give up resistance, I can leave you a whole corpse!" A ninth-level sword saint who was holding a two-meter-long giant magic sword with a height of two meters and a height of two meters looked at Han Bing with a hideous face, and said word by word.

Han Bing didn't pay attention to the ninth-level sword saint's words of delaying time, and the void stepped continuously, and the ice chips under his feet splashed everywhere, and he actually flew into the air, shooting towards the two eighth-level magisters!

Among the five people, these two masteres who are proficient in support and attack magic are the most terrifying, and if they are given a calm time to cast spells, even the ice will be extremely dangerous.

Magicians have a noble status and few numbers in this world, but their combat power is also the most terrifying group of people, even if they are strong in the Holy Domain, they don't dare to despise a mage who is only level eight!

"Sacred Domain powerhouse, he is actually a Sacred Domain powerhouse!" The three ninth-level powerhouses shook their hearts. They never imagined that it would be a Sanctuary powerhouse who would come to attack Duke Tovien's private domain.

In the sky, the two magisters were also extremely shocked, but they were not in danger, one of the magisters took out an incomparably precious magic scroll and tore it, the huge flame element condensed in front of him, and the sixth-level magic flame python was suddenly launched, and a flame python composed of pure flames roared out and rushed towards the cold ice.

Another magister took out a magic scroll and tore it, a powerful spatial magic fluctuation condensed in front of him, he pointed towards Han Bing, and the sixth-level single magic space confinement was activated, and a huge spatial power instantly appeared beside Han Bing, forming a spatial cage and imprisoning him.

After casting these two magics, the two magisters flew downward, they knew that these two magic spells alone were not enough to kill the Sacred Domain powerhouse of Cold Ice, they had to fall to the ground, merge with the three ninth-level sword saints, and gather the strength of the five people, it was possible to repel this Sacred Domain powerhouse.

As for defeating this Sanctuary powerhouse, those two Magi didn't have such an extravagant hope.

Just as everyone was fighting, a sudden change occurred, and two extremely fast figures seemed to cut through the space, and instantly shot out of the grass on one side, flying to the two magisters, and the long sword in their hands slashed at their heads with a golden light.

The masters of these two figures are the two Sacred Domain powerhouses enslaved by Zhao Feng, Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman.

Just as the golden light was about to slash at the two magisters, the life-preserving magic attached to the magic robes of the two magisters, the sixth-level magic small teleportation technique was activated, and the space was distorted, and they appeared ten meters away in the next moment, avoiding this mortal blow.

Saint Pansiman and Saint Pansiman were both Sanctuary powerhouses who were known for their speed, and before the two magisters could come to their senses, their figures flashed, and they reappeared behind the two magisters and slashed at their heads with a fierce sword.

The two Magister's magic robes were accompanied by another life-saving magic activation, a cyan magic shield, and a red magic shield instantly appeared on their bodies. When it comes to life-saving means, magicians are the best in the world.

It's just that the magic robes of those two magisters are not holy weapons after all, and the magic teleportation technique attached to them is just that, the magic shield that can withstand the full force of the ninth-level powerhouse is simply vulnerable in front of the powerhouse of the holy realm.

The two swords, with the power of the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, blasted through the magic shields of the two magisters, instantly slashing them into two pieces.

In the void, the cold ice blasted out with a claw, and blasted the space confinement open, and then faced the roaring sixth-level magic flame python, the void clawed, countless snowflakes flew, and the surrounding environment fell below zero, and a terrifying claw shadow grabbed the roaring sixth-level magic flame python. Countless steam came out, and the flame python disappeared into space.

In just a few breaths, the powerhouses of the three holy realms made a move, and they wiped out the two eighth-level demon masters here. Saint Pansiman and Saint Pansiman originally hid in the shadows, just to surprise and kill the strongest of the Duke Toveen's family in a short time.

The three ninth-level sword saints below looked at this scene, their hearts were shocked and desperate, a Sacred Domain powerhouse, they could still join forces to resist one or two, and three Sacred Domain powerhouses joined forces, they only had one way to die, and there was no hope of survival.

"Who are you, why are you attacking us!" said a handsome ninth-level sword saint with a thin sword in his hand.

"Kill them all!!!!

It was only a matter of time before two Sacred Domain powerhouses killed three ninth-level Sword Saints! What Han Bing lacked most at this time was time, and he naturally wouldn't stay.

The three ninth-level sword saints glanced at each other, and each of them instantly slashed out thirty Dou Qi slashes, slashing towards Saint Pansiman and Saint Pan Roman. And the next moment, the three of them fled frantically in three directions, so that it was possible for one of them to survive at the hands of the powerhouses of the two holy realms.

Saint Pansiman and Saint Pansiman flashed, dodging the thirty Fighting Qi Slashes, and then chased after the three Sword Saints.

In a few ups and downs, Saint Pansiman flew to the side of the ninth-level sword master who was holding a two-meter-long giant magic sword, two meters tall, like a giant, and launched the [Instant Ten Thousand Slash], and in an instant, hundreds of golden swords merged and turned into a huge golden sword and slashed towards the ninth-level sword master.

The ninth-level sword saint roared angrily, and the magic giant sword in his hand erupted with incomparably violent power, and a cyan energy giant wolf roared out and pounced towards the golden sword.

In an instant, the cyan giant wolf was slashed and collapsed, and the ninth-level sword saint was also swallowed by the golden sword.

Killing this ninth-level sword master with one move, Saint Pansiman shot towards the villa, and there were still warriors of all levels pouring towards the villa, and his task was to kill all the lives of those who resisted Resman's party!

On the other side, Saint Pan Roman also easily killed the ninth-level Sword Saint who was only on the run, and his body flashed and flew towards the villa.

Without those ninth-level masters to resist, the cold ice was like entering a no-man's land, the void was grasped, and countless warriors who stood in the way were turned into ice sculptures under one claw, and then shattered into a pile of ice chips, no one could stop them, and all the masters were wiped out by the cold ice with a wave of their hands!

Reisman led the twenty warriors who had cultivated their fighting spirit, followed closely behind the cold ice, and frantically exterminated the warriors who were scattered and lost their masters, and stepped on a bloody path to move forward!

(To be continued)