"Kill them!"
Han Xuanming shouted and flew into the air. The sword light cut through the sky at an unbelievable angle.
This sword was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder. It split the long sword in Hao Yilin's hand and slashed at his chest.
"Puff!"
Hao Yilin was severely injured. His entire body trembled, and then he was sent flying backwards. He spat out a large mouthful of blood in the air and smashed heavily onto the ground.
The Heartbreak Sword's baleful aura was too strong. It was like moss attached to the bones. Along with Han Xuanming's Sword Qi, it entered the depths of Hao Yilin's body.
The baleful aura and sword Qi merged into one and moved around Hao Yilin's body, tearing apart all his meridians.
Seeing that their senior brother was injured, the rest of the Xuan Zhen Sect's Daoists stepped forward.
At this moment, Han Xuanming was like a mad demon, his hair disheveled.
He used to have a violent temper and was unusually violent when he killed people.
Now that he was affected by the killing intent of the Heartbreak Sword, he lost his mind even more.
This was a sign that the Xuanming Sword was about to devour its master. If Han Xuanming could not control this baleful aura, he would become a puppet of the sword!
The previous 18 swordsmen were all invaded by the baleful aura and could not extricate themselves. In the end, they killed crazily and died of exhaustion.
Li Xiaoran was the only one who withstood the torture of the heavy baleful aura. Instead, he used it for himself and his strength increased greatly.
"Kill them!"
There was nothing else in Han Xuanming's eyes. There were no distracting thoughts in his mind, only endless killing intent.
He would not stop until he killed everyone in front of him.
"Clang!"
A flash of sword light streaked across the air, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
With a series of screams, Han Xuanming killed all the people of the Xuan Zhen Sect.
Corpses were lying on the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood.
"Han Xuanming, how dare you kill a member of the Xuan Zhen Sect!”
Hao Yilin got up from the ground, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets." You're just a mere grandmaster. From now on, there will be no place for you in this world!”
Facing Hao Yilin's threatening words, Han Xuanming's expression did not change, as if he had turned a deaf ear to it.
He came before Hao Yilin, and their eyes met.
Seeing this pair of red eyes, Hao Yilin's body trembled and turned cold.
Inside, he did not see fear, fear, or panic. He only saw ruthlessness, indifference, and killing intent.
Han Xuanming raised his hand, and the Heartbreak Sword cut through the sky and slashed at Hao Yilin's neck.
"You!"
Hao Yilin covered his neck and widened his eyes. He fell on his back unwillingly.
At this point, this famous Xuan Zhen Sect master had died!
"Roar!"
After killing Hao Yilin, Han Xuanming raised his head and glared at Ku Xu in the Tranquil Meditation Yard.
His face was twisted and his throat was hoarse. He let out a low roar that did not seem like a human beast.
Ku Xu's expression changed drastically when he saw this." Donor Han, stop! Don't let the baleful aura affect your mind!"
Ku Xu was experienced and knowledgeable, so he naturally knew that Han Xuanming was affected by the Heartbreak Sword, which was why he had become like this.
Then, Ku Xu turned to Nangong Ye and begged,""Now that many benefactors of the Xuan Zhen Sect have been killed, Young Master Ye should have vented his anger, right? How about letting everyone from the Tranquil Zen Monastery go?”
"Young Master Ye should know that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Don't kill again. Everyone in the Tranquil Zen Monastery will be grateful for Young Master Ye's mercy today.”
Nangong Ye smiled faintly." Kuxu, your words are useless to me. If you want to leave, then leave. When have I ever stopped you?" If you want to live, you just have to kill Han Xuanming.”
"Right now, he's not considered a member of my net. Even if you kill him, I won't care!”
Nangong Ye's eyes remained calm as he looked at Han Xuanming's murderous aura.
If he couldn't even withstand the first baleful aura attack, then Han Xuanming wouldn't be worth living.
There were countless swordsmen in the world, and he could always find the real Heartbreak Swordmaster!
"Does Young Master Ye's words count?" Ku Xu pressed his palms together.”
" Of course," Nangong Ye said." I'll keep my word."”
Ku Xu nodded." Then I'll have to offend you!”
After he finished speaking, Ku Xu pounced forward like a bolt of lightning and swung his palm down.
This palm strike was ordinary and did not change at all. However, it also seemed to change a lot. No matter where Han Xuanming jumped, he could not escape the control of the palm force.
"The Wave Zen Palm is a Buddhist martial art that has its merits.”
Nangong Ye nodded when he saw Ku Xu attack.
As the leader of the Buddhist Sect, the Quiet Meditation Monastery had been established for countless years.
Although it had declined a few times, it had risen again.
As one of the top five palm techniques of the Buddhist Sect, the power of this Wave of Zen Palm was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks!
"Clang!"
Ku Xu's palm was as hard as metal, and when it hit the Heartbreak Sword, it was like a sword colliding with a sword.
Han Xuanming was pushed back by the palm strike. His right hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly, and he was a little exhausted.
"Almsgiver Han, if you don't wake up soon, don't blame This Penniless Monk for being merciless.”
After saying that, Kuxu's palm strike rose again.
He crossed his palms in front of him.
After the palm swept past, it left behind afterimages.
Two palms divided into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen
Soon, it turned into a dense sky full of palms.
This was a Buddhist martial art, the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm. In terms of offensive power, it was even more powerful than the Rippling Zen Palm!
Han Xuanming didn't retreat when he saw Ku Xu attack.
The killing intent from the Heartbreak Sword continued to flow out, causing Han Xuanming's strength to increase greatly.
"Kill them!"
Han Xuanming spat out one word, and his killing intent erupted again.
He shot out like a bolt of lightning.
"Amitabha!"
Kuxu chanted the name of Buddha and countless palm shadows shot out.
For a moment, the sky was filled with huge golden palms.
The palm shadow fell like a heavy rain, smashing towards Han Xuanming.
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