1596: C1596 One Sword Kill

C1596 One Sword Kill

Jiang Ting's brazen attack had resulted in an astonishing victory. Many Han Family Elders were in a sorry state, while all of the Level 4 Elites had been killed by the sword lotuses. Not a single one had survived.

The eyes of Liu Yun, who was holding onto a sword, flashed … After those Level 4 Gods were killed, he could keenly feel a strange power surging into the Flowing Cloud Sword. Flowing Cloud's power had increased by quite a bit.

The amplitude of the enhancement was not much, very little... However, it did indeed increase.

Path of Clouds stone! The Aura Stone that Lin Yi had given him before! The blade fused with the cloud stone can constantly increase power through slaughter!

Good stuff, really good stuff!

If he had the chance, he would still need to find some rhyming stones to merge with the clouds. The more he fused with them, the more power he would gain with each slaughter!

Jiang Ting was overjoyed, but the others...

Han Ning and the surviving Han family elder stared at Jiang Ting, their faces filled with unsightly expressions … What the hell kind of strength was this? To kill someone in the same realm as him at the fourth level of the Divine Realm as though it was nothing?

Zhao Yan looked at Jiang Ting and suddenly understood why the encirclement from the Han Family ended in the Han Family's failure. He also understood the rumors that he had heard before.

The experts of the small city's Fang family had surrounded and killed Jiang Ting, but Jiang Ting had forcefully killed all of the Fang family's experts by himself. He had thought that it was only a rumor, but now it seemed... I'm afraid it's true!

In Zhao Yan's opinion, Jiang Ting's lotus sword posed no threat to him at all. However, Zhao Yan was at the level of a Level 8 God!

Given how powerful that sword lotus was, it was enough to contend against a Deity of the sixth rank!

Was this a genius with a great background? He was obviously a divine pill master, but his combat power was so terrifying!

On the other side.

Han Ning came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Ting as his body began to tremble. "Arrogant brat!"

It was angry.

Jiang Ting held Jiang Ting's Flowing Cloud. With a smile on his face, he said, "To be honest, all of you should be grateful to Han Ye. If he wasn't an elder of your Han family, I wouldn't have to do it myself."

He wasn't lying.

Although he did not know the specific rules between the disciples of a big background, but from Han Ye's previous actions, it could only be said that the older generation was not allowed to bully the younger generation.

Han Ye was clearly a member of the Han Family's younger generation, but he was an elder of the Han Family … With Han Ye's status, how could he care about the position of an elder of the Han family?

If nothing unexpected happened, the reason why Han Ye acted like this was probably because he wanted the Han Family's elders to help him. This was also the reason why Zhao Yan, a Level 8 God, was untouchable.

On the other hand, Han Ning stared at Jiang Ting and snorted: "Seventh Bro, go test his roots!"

"Alright." A strong man nodded his head and immediately threw out a punch.

"It seems that the sword lotus from before has yet to completely calm you down." Jiang Ting looked at the incoming fist and his eyes revealed a cold light.

If he was a third level Deity, although he wouldn't be afraid of this so-called seventh brother's punch, it wouldn't be too easy for him to block it.

However, now that he had advanced to become a fourth level Deity, his strength had increased tremendously. Only a sixth level Deity would be able to bring him to his senses!

He was not in a hurry to dodge or counterattack. Instead, he watched quietly.

In the blink of an eye, the brawny man's fist had covered more than half the distance.

"Little friend!" Zhao Yan panicked and secretly prepared to attack.

Jiang Tingze finally had a reaction: "Killing you is enough."

After saying that, Jiang Ting's figure flashed and slashed towards that fist.

"Kid, watch me cripple your sword!" The brawny Seventh Brother smirked as he smashed towards the sword … However, he was not aiming at the blade of the sword, but at its side. He was not an idiot, how could he use his flesh and blood to clash head on with the blade?

"Cripple my sword? With just you? "How laughable." With Jiang Ting's slightly cold voice, the edge of the sword and his fist came close.

Just as they were about to collide, Jiang Ting's sword suddenly shifted three points to the right. It was also because of those three points that the sword and fist were completely separated from each other.

Jiang Ting slightly tilted his body to dodge the fist of the seventh brother. He pierced the brawny man's chest without any obstruction.

"Seventh Brother!" Han Ning's expression changed drastically, and he leaped up, ready to save her.

However, how could Jiang Ting give the Han Family a chance!

"Break!" With Jiang Ting's cold shout, Liu Yun released countless sword Qis.

With a bang, the muscular man didn't even have time to react before his body was directly crushed by the sword energy, and then his divine spark … Jiang Ting was already a Level 4 God and with the existence of the Flowing Cloud Sword, destroying a Level 5 God's Divine Spark was as easy as flipping his hand.

"Seventh Brother!" Han Ning's attempt to save Jiang Ting froze. He stared at Jiang Ting with bloodshot eyes.

His Han Family's Seventh Elder died just like that? He died at the hands of Jiang Ting before he could even react?

"Hand over what I want or I'll annihilate your Han family." Jiang Ting Qiang resisted the urge to attack and continued to smile.

From the cloth, Han Ning suddenly shouted, "Go together, kill him!"

Dense killing intent began to spread. The remaining elders of the Han clan released their divine power and were clearly prepared to attack from all sides.

Zhao Yan slowly whispered, "Everyone, I am still here."

The mood of the Han Family's elders who were preparing to take action instantly sunk … That's right, Zhao Yan was still there, and Zhao Yan had somehow advanced to the eighth level.

If he were to fight with Zhao Yan, it would be equivalent to courting death. However, if he did not kill him … With Jiang Ting's ability to kill the Han family's Seventh Elder in one move, all of them could be considered as one, and no one could beat Jiang Ting.

Han Ning's killing intent filled the air, "I don't understand what you're saying!"

"Can't understand? "Very good."

Jiang Ting nodded and slowly held onto Jiang Ting: "I guess it was you, a level 6 god, who gave me the confidence to face off against you. Honestly speaking, I have never killed a level 6 god before. Why don't I use you to sacrifice my Flowing Cloud …"

With that, Jiang Ting appeared in front of Han Ning in a flash, sweeping out with his sword.

"Damn." Han Ning was shocked and hastily retreated without thinking.

"Can you leave?!" Accompanied by Jiang Ting's cold shout, a stream of sword Qi appeared and attacked the dodging path behind Han Ning.

"You're courting death!" Han Ning flew into a rage. Because he was afraid of the power of the sword lotus, he clawed at Jiang Ting's neck with his claw.

"Extreme Sword." Jiang Ting unleashed his most powerful attack in an instant.

"Patriarch, quickly dodge it! That sword attack of his was not simple at all!" An elder who had participated in the assassination of Jiang Ting shouted.

Han Ning's pupils shrank. He gave up trying to dodge the attack.

"It's too late!" Jiang Ting turned his wrist and the tip of his sword followed behind him like a shadow. At the same time, the numerous sword lotuses also started to gather around him.

"Damn it!" Han Ning was shocked and angry.

He noticed that he seemed to be suppressed and beaten up … Even if he was able to dodge the sword tip, once the sword lotuses surrounded him, he wouldn't have a good ending.

Since that's the case …0

Thinking of this, Han Ning gritted his teeth. "Divine technique, seal!"

Mysterious ripples rose as Jiang Ting felt the God Power within his body beginning to be suppressed.

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