Han Shi's gaze fell on the Xuanyang Sect disciples who had long lost their vitality, and two invisible fires surged into his eyes, and his original thoughts of calming people turned into ashes in an instant.

A deep killing machine, like a burst of embankment, scattered around Han Shi as the center, this killing machine was undisguised, everywhere it went, it made everyone's hearts tighten, and a feeling of being coldly looked at by the wild beast suddenly permeated, this feeling was extremely real, as if as long as the slightest movement would immediately incur a fatal blow.

Nie Dong and Tang Feng bore the brunt of the attack, the two of them had been cultivating for more than a thousand years, and naturally they were more clear than others about the chill in Han Shi's eyes, which was almost a real killing intent.

The place where Han Shi stood became an invisible realm, whether it was a royal monk, a monk of the Great Elder Yang Fei's lineage, or Nie Dong, the envoy of the Northern Xuan, no one dared to cross the boundary.

His earth-shattering blow made many people feel more cautious and fearful in horror.

Behind Han Shi, there are not many people in the Xuanyang Gate who have the strength to fight again, although most of them have improved their injuries, but their combat strength has decreased a lot, in the face of the great elder's lineage, and the royal monks who are eyeing the sidelines, if no one turns the tide today, the end can only be defeated.

In that case, there are only two ways before them, descent or death.

Maybe they don't even have the qualifications of slaves, so they have only one way to die!

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to the green shirt, Xuanyangzi, Zhou Yi, Han Yu, Li Guanyun and Sun Shuo, Elder Lu and Qingmei, Feng Wensu, and many Han Shi seemed to know each other with unfamiliar faces.

There was expectation, fanaticism, hope, encouragement, and worry in their eyes, Han Shi did not look back, his back suddenly turned into a green mountain at this moment, completely blocking the wind and rain on the other side of the mountain.

Under the green hills, there may be a third way!

Han Shi confronted thousands of people with the strength of one person, and did not fall behind, faintly suppressing it, with this move alone, Han Shi will become a legend on the Beixuan Continent.

It is necessary to know that these thousand people are not local chickens and dogs, among them are two great supernatural monks in the spirit period, several Yuan Infants, Yuan Dan and Zhuji monks, this force is a force that cannot be ignored no matter which Xiuzhen country it is, even Northern Xuanzong will never ignore it.

Li Guanyun and Sun Shuo glanced at each other, and they both saw deep exhaustion in their respective eyes, as well as a hint of admiration that they had not had time to hide.

Sun Shuo's cold face had a faint smile, as early as the battle a hundred years ago, he had great respect for Han Shi, and there was no second person who could make him have similar intentions for a hundred years, even if it was Tang Yunfeng, who was strong, even if it was Han Yu, who was unyielding, it was difficult to give him this feeling, only Han Shi convinced!

It's just that Sun Shuo couldn't imagine that the person in Xuanyangmen who he thought was arrogant above him was his master Li Guanyun, Sun Shuo saw in his eyes a look that he had never seen in a hundred years.

It was a deep appreciation, Sun Shuo had never seen such a look in the eyes of his master in the past hundred years, and the master he knew was the most arrogant person in the Xuanyang Gate and even the Jin Kingdom, and even in the Northern Xuan Continent.

He deeply agrees with this arrogance, which is not arrogance, but a kind of pride that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and unshakable confidence in all difficulties and obstacles.

Even if it is life and death, he can't take it to heart.

This arrogance gradually became like a tree root deeply rooted in Sun Shuo's heart, he knew that the master's heart was deeply rooted, and it was precisely this arrogance that made it extremely difficult for him and the master to be moved, let alone appreciate, especially Master Li Guanyun.

"It hasn't changed for a hundred years, and the world knows it!"

Sun Shuo said lightly in his heart, this sentence is talking about the master, and it is also talking about Han Shi, which can make him and the master both appreciate it, this person must be a masterpiece.

Zhou Yi glanced at Qingmei lightly, he could see Qingmei's nervousness hidden under the calm, and a persistence hidden in the depths of his gaze, he understood that there was a will to die in it, or a thought deeper than the will to die.

This kind of gaze was seen by Zhou Yi many years ago!

Zhou Yi smiled heartily, he could see that Qingmei's love for Han Shi was true, after today, if there was a time to meet again, he might as well make a covenant for the two of them in this world, and I believe that the two will become a pair of fairy couples.

Thinking of this, a trace of imperceptible gloom flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes, and he sighed, unsatisfactory things in the world are often seven or eight times out of ten, he was like this back then, I don't know what Han Shi is like today!

Great Elder Yang Fei's face sank like water, this time the melee royal monks did not make a move as agreed, but scattered on the periphery and watched coldly, and only Tang Feng, Tang Xuangang and a few others in the royal family made a move, and the rest of the people were all standing still.

This also caused the monks who followed him to fall more than ten times, and the royal family was not damaged except for Tang Feng and Tang Xuangang who were injured.

At this moment, he still can't see that the royal family's move is to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, wait until he and Ye Chen fight to the death, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The Great Elder was secretly angry, but he was scheming, and on the surface, everything seemed to be normal.

Han Shi's gaze swept slowly, he wanted to write down all these people, for a long time, Han Shi slowly sat down cross-legged, Shi Qin lay his knees flat, and his fingertips stroked slightly.

Suddenly, on the empty body, a golden string loomed out of thin air.

Han Shi's eyes showed a cautious look, and the tip of his right finger flicked on the golden string with a rich green glow, and suddenly, the sense of crisis in the hearts of many monks in front of Han Shi suddenly reached the extreme, it was a kind of panic, as if smelling the breath of death approaching.

The golden strings collapsed violently, and at the same time, Han Shi's face was slightly painful, and he spurted out three mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Han Shi didn't expect that just the Five Elements Golden String, the power of the anti-shock would reach such an astonishing level, if it was before his tribulation, this force would not have been there, he would never just vomit blood.

The melodious sound of the piano carries a sense of solemnity that cannot be concealed.

"Zheng!Zheng!!!!"

As soon as this golden light appeared, there was a sharp meaning of the gold of the five elements overwhelmingly, enveloping the entire palace.

The golden mangs gradually solidified, it was a handleless knife with a handle hanging in the air, the blade was narrow and streamlined, and the blade was shining, making people shudder.

"Knife rain!" Han Shi's eyes showed ruthlessness, and he slowly spoke.

Suddenly, the rain of golden mangs fell in this palace the moment Han Shi opened his mouth.

This rain of swords was part of the Golden Tribulation in the Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation, at that time, everyone only saw the colorful lotus flower, but they couldn't feel the danger faced by Han Shi in it.

But at this moment, they felt, for the first time, saw the scene of knives raining down.

The constant howl sounded in the palace, and the fall of Jin Mang could not be avoided, just like rain, no matter where he was, he would fall on his body, and the only way was to open the umbrella, and Jin Mang came to him, passing through the body with an irresistible determination, and each time he would bring out a puff of blood mist, leaving a blood hole behind.

This injury is extremely serious, and once this golden light penetrates the vital point, it will kill people instantly.

In fact, these handleless knives were not entities, but pure golden power came out one after another, and it was precisely because of this that the sharpness of the golden mangs was a hundred times greater than that of ordinary knives.

The rain of swords continued to fall, and the monks of the Great Elder Yang Fei were extremely embarrassed one by one, and the person who built the foundation and cultivated was almost just a face, and he was pierced through the body by the three golden rays, and the whole person suddenly fell down under the severe pain, motionless, as if he was nailed to the ground.

But what is quite strange is that although these people were pierced by sharp blades, they did not die immediately but were only seriously injured, and at the same time, none of the golden rays in the sky fell on the bodies of these seriously injured people.

Under this rain of swords, the Yuan Dan monks could only rely on the magic weapon to protect their bodies, and once the Yuan power was exhausted, they were waiting for their fate, no different from those who were nailed to the ground.

Looking at it from a distance, it can be seen at a glance that almost sixty percent of the golden mangs are gathered around Nie Dong and Tang Feng.

The remaining about thirty percent surrounded the Yuan Ying monks, and in the end, only sporadic and less than one percent of the golden mangs shrouded above the Yuan Dan monks.

But it was this less than one percent of the golden mang, but it made many Yuandan monks feel unable to resist.

After a while, a young monk's face turned pale, and his figure shook continuously, intending to dodge the roaring golden mang, his yuan power had been exhausted, and he had lost the protection of the magic weapon, and he was already at the end of the crossbow.

Sure enough, although he was extremely fast, he dodged under the golden mangs in the sky before he could reach three breaths, and he was carried out by several golden mangs, falling from mid-air with a scream, and throwing heavily on the ground, his face was like golden paper, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

This scream kicked off the rout of the Yuandan monks, whether it was the royal monks or the people who betrayed the Xuanyang Gate, they were all defeated.