"Clang!"
Han Xuanming faced the palm force with an indomitable will. His sword light was like lightning, tearing apart the palm shadow.
"Phew!"
A cool breeze blew past Ku Xu's ear, bringing with it a trail of blood.
Ku Xu was stunned and subconsciously touched his neck.
When he looked closely, his fingers were covered in dark red blood.
"How... How is that possible?"
Ku Xu couldn't believe that his Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm had been broken by Han Xuanming so easily.
Immediately after, an intense pain hit him, causing Ku Xu's consciousness to blur.
"You should be on your way, Master Ku Xu.”
A cold voice rang out, like the low groans of a demon from hell.
Ku Xu recognized that it was Han Xuanming's voice.
Previously, he was controlled by the Heartbreak Sword's baleful aura. Although his strength had increased greatly, his mind was not clear.
But now that he could speak clearly, Ku Xu realized that Han Xuanming might have already withstood the first wave of the baleful aura.
"Clang!"
Ku Xu turned around and saw a dazzling sword light fly past. Then, his consciousness disappeared.
A huge head soared into the sky, its eyes filled with confusion.
The famous eminent monk Ku Xu had fallen here today.
When the monks saw this, they looked like Vajra Subduing Demons."Evil thief, give me your life!"
Dozens of monks from the Tranquil Meditation Monastery attacked at the same time. Some used staff techniques, some used palm techniques, some used finger techniques, and some used fist techniques.
The attacks were endless, and the moves were endless.
Buddhist martial arts were broad and profound. In terms of the number of martial arts in the world, it was none other than the Tranquil Zen Temple.
Facing the overwhelming attack, Han Xuanming leaped into the air and swung his sword.
A sword Qi flew out and shook the surroundings.
It sent the monks flying.
Han Xuanming's toes landed on the ground. He suddenly jumped forward and his body turned into a venomous snake, weaving through the monks.
The monks only felt that Han Xuanming was slippery. No matter how they attacked, they could not capture him.
"Myriad Swords!"
As Han Xuanming shuttled through the air, the sharp sword in his hand soared through the air.
Dazzling sword lights flashed, reaping the lives of the monks.
"Ahhh!"
"Evil thief!"
"Demon!"
Many monks screamed and cursed loudly.
But in the end, they all died under the three-foot-long blade.
Han Xuanming flipped the Heartbreak Sword and drew a beautiful arc, throwing the blood off the blade.
Heartbreak Sword let out a soft hum, as if it was cheering in joy.
Tonight, the Heartbreak Sword had killed dozens of people. The blood sacrifice was enough.
"Pa, pa, pa."
Nangong Ye clapped his hands and chuckled." That's right. You are now qualified to wield the Heartbreak Sword.”
"However, whether or not you can become the true master of the Heartbroken Sword will depend on your own ability.”
Wanting to completely subdue the Heartbreak Sword was not an easy matter.
Heartbreak Sword's baleful aura attacked wave after wave. Only by completely withstanding the baleful aura and then turning it into his own could he truly subdue Heartbreak Sword.
"Yes, I understand." Han Xuanming nodded.”
Nangong Ye continued," From today onwards, you are a first-class swordsman with the word " net kill ", Heartbroken."”
"Only when you truly control the Heartbreak Sword will you be able to become a Heaven-grade first-class assassin.”
Han Xuanming knelt on one knee and respectfully cupped his fists." Thank you for the sword, Young Master! Heartbreak greets Young Master! From now on, he would devote himself to the network and never betray it!”
"Haha."
Nangong Ye only smiled and did not say anything.
Five years ago, Nangong Ye obtained 3000 Net Sword Slaves.
The 3000 people gifted by the system were all absolutely loyal to him.
However, in these five years, many swordsmen had died in the net because of their missions.
Those who joined the Network later on might not be loyal.
Nangong Ye had never cared about oaths.
Other than his absolutely loyal subordinates, he had been on guard against everyone else from the beginning to the end.
Once someone within the network betrayed them, they would be hunted down endlessly.
Things wouldn't stop until he died!
Nangong Ye glanced at the corpses in the courtyard and then scanned the surroundings.
It was a full moon tonight. Under the bright moonlight, the roofs of the surrounding buildings could be seen at a glance.
Looking at the empty attic, Nangong Ye said in a deep voice,""The Tranquil Zen Temple and the Xuan Zhen Sect have been defeated. Who else wants to stay?”
"The Jade Kylin is in my hands. If you want it, come and get it.”
Nangong Ye took out the Jade Kylin from his bosom. Under the moonlight, the Jade Kylin was crystal clear and dazzling, emitting a faint fluorescent light.
In the darkness where the moonlight could not shine, many heavy gasps could be heard.
A black shadow was the first to fly over using his lightness skill.
He was like a falcon and as fast as lightning. He took out a long whip from his waist and threw it at the Jade Kylin in Nangong Ye's hand.
The long whip tore through the air, and a sharp whistling sound was heard.
The nearly 60-foot-long poisonous whip was like a venomous snake as it twisted toward Nangong Ye.
"Hehe, small tricks!"
Nangong Ye chuckled in disdain.
He quickly extended two fingers and caught the whip between his fingers at the critical moment.
The black shadow was shocked when he saw the whip being snatched away.
After he landed on the ground, he suddenly exerted force in an attempt to take back the long whip.
However, when he struggled hard, he found that the whip did not budge at all.
Nangong Ye's fair and slender fingers were like mountains, unshakable.
With a faint smile, Nangong Ye turned his fingers into his palm. He grabbed the whip and pulled the black shadow into the air.
Then, he raised his palm.
The palm power was abundant, and the surging internal strength exploded with a bang, smashing the black shadow into pieces.
Just like how Yang Chengye had died from the Mountain Splitting Palm, this person had also been shattered into thousands of pieces after his death.
In fact, Nangong Ye did not know any palm techniques at all. He had never practiced any palm techniques before.
To be able to do this, it was completely relying on his boundless surging inner strength.
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