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So, this man was Tang Yin! Guang Han's heart trembled when he heard it, and subconsciously looked at Tang Yin again.

It could be said that his plan, his plans, were perfect, but it was all because of Tang Yin. Not only did he destroy Tang Yin's plan, he had also made all the gains he had gained from operating the Divine Pool painstakingly for the past few hundred years to disappear in the blink of an eye.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on his sword, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely: "So you are Feng King Tang Yin!"

"That's right!" We finally meet again. " Tang Yin sat on the horse calmly, ignoring the killing intent radiating from GuangHan's body, and leisurely said. "When was the last time we saw each other? It's been too long. This King can't really remember. "

Hearing that, GuangHan frowned, had he met Tang Yin before? Impossible!

Looking at his age, he could at most not be over thirty years old, and in these thirty years, had always been training behind closed doors in his Divine Pool. Could he have come to the Divine Pool before?

He was puzzled and asked, "Where have we met before?"

"I can't bear to think about the past, so let's not mention it." Tang Yin was not here to reminisce with GuangHan, but to take his head.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed his fingertips at GuangHan's ears, saying, "If you surrender now, perhaps I might consider giving you a dignified death. If you stubbornly resist, you'll see that the surrounding army can stomp you into meat paste even if it's just one person."

"Haha ?" Guanghan laughed madly when he heard it. He said, "This duke is a dignified Holy King of Divine Pool, even commoners like you would dare to dream of killing this duke?"

When Tang Yin heard this, he inwardly shook his head. He didn't know if it was because Guanghan had listened to him for too long, or because he had gotten used to it when said it without hesitation, but Guanghan had treated him like a god.

Only, no matter how mysterious and unfathomable this Spirit Soul Devouring was, the fact that it could not change the fact that he was made of flesh and blood, was a fact that would restrict him to the limit of the human body.

"This King has already pointed out a path for you, but if you don't choose, then you are asking for trouble, asking for disgrace ?"

Before Tang Yin could finish speaking, Guang Han suddenly stepped forward and sternly shouted, "This king will take your life first!" As he spoke, he leapt up with both hands holding the sword, fiercely slashing down at Huashan.

Seeing that, Nie Zhen was shocked, he could not die, he still hoped for Tang Yin to help him to ascend to the throne of the Holy King! Without waiting for Tang Yin to react, Nie Zhen rushed forward and pulled Tang Yin out.

Crack! Guang Han heard that the heavy sword did not manage to slash Tang Yin into two, but had actually managed to slash his horse into two.

Tang Yin frowned. It was not because of the heavy sword that Guang Han had heard, but because he felt that Nie Zhen was too meddling in too many things. Without him, would he still not be able to stop Guang Han from listening to this move?

Seeing Nie Zhen pull Tang Yin away, Guang Han was extremely furious. He roared again and dragged his Emperor Sword to chase after Tang Yin. However, at this time, the surrounding elders had already surged forward, blocking Guang Han completely.

Without wasting any time on superfluous words, the two sides immediately began to fight each other.

Now, GuangHan heard that it wasn't easy to force the elders to leave anymore. It wasn't that the elders' strength had increased, but his own strength had been greatly reduced. Not to mention how much spiritual energy he had consumed, just his physical strength was already beginning to overdraft.

In the battle, the Elders felt that GuangHan's attacks were getting weaker and weaker, and they were getting more and more relaxed. Gradually, only four Elders remained on the field to fight GuangHan, and the rest of the Elders sat around to the left and right, resting while watching the fight.

If this was the time when GuangHan was listening to everything, then the four Elders were no longer beneath his words. But now, even the four Elders were already difficult for him to deal with.

The two sides had fought for more than fifty rounds, but Guang Han only heard one careless move, before he was slashed by an Elder's spirit sword.

The spirit sword tore apart the spirit armor on his body and cut a small hole in his ribs. The wound was neither big nor deep, and was merely just a cut on the skin, but when they saw that GuangHan had heard the red, they couldn't help but to be shocked. They and GuangHan had listened to him from morning until noon, and fought from noon to afternoon, and had fought for hundreds or thousands of rounds, but GuangHan had been able to hurt them, but they couldn't hurt him at all. Now that he was finally injured, how could they not be encouraged?

Nie Zhen subconsciously stood up, and excitedly shouted out repeatedly, "Guang Han is injured, Guang Han is injured ?"

This was the first time he had been injured in the entire history of the Divine Pool, how could he possibly endure it?

He used all of his strength, hurriedly attacking several times to force back three elders. Following that, he turned around and slashed at the neck of the last elder.

It was exactly the Guang Han who had been wounded by his sword just now. The latter also hated him to the core, so he attacked with all his might. His sword was too fast, so fast that the elder had no time to dodge. He could only raise the spirit sword in his hand and pour a large amount of spiritual energy into it.

Clang! With an ear-piercing sound, the Emperor Sword and the spirit sword clashed.

The elder felt an incomparably powerful force sweep towards him. Unable to stand still, he leaned back and retreated. When Guang Han heard this, he moved like a bolt of lightning, and followed straight ahead. He brandished his heavy sword again, slashing horizontally at the opponent's waist.

The elder still had no strength to dodge, so he could only brace himself and take the next move. However, this time, the amount of spiritual energy he poured into the spiritual sword was much lower. Clang! Ka-cha! * With two consecutive crisp sounds, the two swords made contact and the elder's spirit sword snapped in response. The elder was also knocked flying backwards. When he landed on the ground, he saw that the spirit armor on his palm had shattered and his palm had been exposed. There was a clear crack on his palm and blood was continuously flowing out from it.

The three elders who had been forced back were greatly shocked. One of them shouted and flew towards Guanghan to listen, simultaneously thrusting a sword at his back. Guang Han did not even turn his head when he heard this. As if he did not see the killing move behind him, he continued to chop at the Emperor Sword in his hands.

Crack! "Pu!" The poor elder, who had just injured Guang Han, was cut into two halves by his sword. But Guang Han did not gain much from listening to what he said. He had cut down that elder to vent his anger, but he himself had also been injured in the left shoulder by the sword that came from behind him.

The strike had come from behind Guang Han's left shoulder. It had come out in front of his shoulder and had penetrated the two layers of spirit armor in front of him.

Without waiting for his opponent to retract his sword, Guang Han raised his hand and grabbed the sword tip that was sticking out of his shoulder, not giving his opponent a chance to pull it out. At the same time, he swept his sword backwards.

"Pu!" The sword swept across the elder's waist, creating a one-foot long gash on his abdomen. Scarlet blood and white intestines flowed out from the wound.

Turning around to kick away his corpse, Guang Han heard him raise his hand to pull out the spirit sword on his shoulder and viciously throw it on the ground. He then asked with a fiendish voice, "Which other person is not afraid of death?"

At this moment, Guang Han's eyes were completely red. The spirit armor on his body was riddled with holes and was covered in blood from head to toe. It was hard to tell which ones belonged to him and which others.

He held the Emperor Sword in his hand and stood amongst the tens of thousands of soldiers, his fierce eyes shooting out red light, slowly looking around.

Looking at his appearance, he looked like a divine god but also like a ferocious ghost. Whether it was the Divine Pool Elder or the soldiers of both armies, none of them felt fear in their hearts and involuntarily retreated backwards.

"Who else dares to come out and fight This King? Come!" Guang Han shouted at the top of his lungs.

At this moment, no one dared to step forward to fight. The berserk Guang Han was even more terrifying to listen to than Guang Han at his peak. Although it could easily injure him, his counterattack was fatal.

Seeing that the morale that had just been raised was once again being suppressed by Guang Han, Huangfu Xiutai had no choice but to step forward. He swapped for a new sword and slowly walked towards Guang Han to listen. With a cold voice, he said, "Guang Han, listen. This old man will fight with you!"

"Give me your life!" Guang Han could not be bothered to waste his breath, and he swept his sword across Huangfu Xiutai's neck. The latter did not dare to be careless, nor did he dare to raise his sword to block.

Who knew that Guang Han would change his moves so quickly that the Emperor Sword that was flying away immediately retracted and stood in front of him. Clang! Huangfu Xiutai's sword struck the surface of the Emperor Sword's sword and bounced back. On the other hand, Guang Han who heard it also took a big step back.

The two sides were evenly matched.

Just a draw, that was already enough to cause Huangfu Xiutai's confidence to increase greatly. He could not help but burst out laughing, and spoke haughtily: "Guang Han, listen, if you have any other abilities, then use them all!"

As he spoke, he once again scuttled over to Guang Han's ears. His sword moved as if it were flying, continuously attacking Guang Han's vital points.

Guang Han coldly snorted, and clashed with Huangfu Xiutai. The two of them fought back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, more than fifty moves had been exchanged. Seeing that it was difficult to win in terms of combat skills, Huangfu Xiutai took the initiative to switch tactics and aimed his Cross Slash at Guang Han.

"An insignificant skill!" As Guang Han listened to the swing of his sword, he released the Metal Element Spirit Cultivator's special soul skill ? ? Innumerable Blades of Heaven.

Guang Han heard countless golden Spirit Thorn in front of him. They first flew forward, covering the sky and covering the earth, but as they flew, they gradually concentrated in a line. Countless Spirit Thorn formed a long golden line, cut through the sky, and went through the Cross Slash, heading straight for Huangfu Xiutai's chest.

Crap! Nie Zhen gasped from the side. The Cross Blade Slash was an extremely large area of effect skill, while Sky Slaughter Ten Thousand Blades was an offensive skill. It was to cut through the face, so even if Huangfu Xiutai could injure Guang Han, his own body would still be pierced through by the Spirit Thorn.

He leaned forward and was about to rescue her, but then he thought better of it and retracted his almost raised foot.

But Huangfu Xiutai was the biggest stumbling block in his struggle for the throne. If he and GuangHan could hear about the death of both of them today, then it would be even better for him.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up. Soon after, he pursed his lips, retracted his smile, and peeked around. He saw that all the elders were focused on the fierce battle on the field, so he was relieved.

Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered a bright gaze staring straight at him.

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