Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

When Zuo Ziyang saw those people, he immediately became excited. A ferocious smile appeared on his face.    

Yan Lang's expression suddenly became incomparably gloomy.    

Zhang Mu!    

An elite disciple of the Hongwu Hall, a Mid Fifth Seal of the War Sect Master Stage warrior.    

He was originally ranked third in the Hongwu Hall.    

However, after the number one disciple of the Hongwu Hall, Yun Zhonge, was killed by Loong Che, he was ranked second.    

This kind of rise in the rankings made him even more arrogant and domineering. For a moment, he was even more arrogant than before.    

Zhang Mu's red hair was like fire, and his red robe was fluttering in the wind.    

Hualala...    

As his aura surged, he pulled up a Profound Qi wall in front of Yan Lang.    

The Profound Qi wall, which was airtight, gave Yan Lang a bad feeling.    

It was because of his speed that he dared to provoke Zuo Ziyang and the others. Now that the road ahead was blocked, he was afraid that he would fail miserably in an easy task.    

"Senior disciple Zuo, don't disobey his orders!"    

When Zhang Mu saw Yan Lang, Zuo Ziyang, and the others, he immediately understood what was going on. His face was filled with an expression of meritorious service.    

Behind Zhang Mu, the other disciples of the Hongwu Hall also lined up in a row. Even a mouse wouldn't be able to escape from them.    

"Zhang Mu, Fogweed, your coat! You dare to stop me!"    

Yan Lang gritted his teeth, and a cold light shot out from his eyes.    

He didn't have time to think, and he suddenly threw out a punch.    

Rumble!    

This punch contained an incomparably majestic force as it directly struck the wall formed by Zhang Mu's Profound Qi.    

A deafening sound rang out.    

Yan Lang's punch actually did not have the slightest effect.    

"Yan Lang, don't waste your energy. You went out and used a Fourth Seal of the War Sect Master Profound Qi Cultivation to break my iron wall? Do you think that's possible? "    

Zuo Ziyang had a gloating smile on his face.    

"Keke... Yan Lang, come on, face your death!"    

At this moment, Zuo Ziyang and the others caught up to Yan Lang, who was blocking their way. Each of their faces was filled with schadenfreude.    

The relationship between the disciples of Heavenly Martial Hall and Hongwu Hall was very close. They were all following Qing Tianzi as an example. Most of them were respectful towards Qing Tianzi. No one would dare disobey his orders.    

The relationship between the disciples of these two major palaces had become harmonious for a long time.    

Therefore, right now, they actually felt like they were facing a common enemy.    

They didn't even call it a common enemy. Instead, they all looked at Yan Lang as if they were trying to catch a turtle in a jar.    

"Hmph! You think you can take care of me with just the few of you? Dream on! "    

Even though Yan Lang's path was blocked, he was not afraid in the face of danger.    

His expression became cold, and his spiritual energy exploded out in all directions.    

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!    

In the blink of an eye, the silver daggers formed by his mental energy formed above his head.    

Silver light flickered and shook the void!    

There were over a thousand of those daggers. Sharp and biting cold auras spread out in all directions.    

His Profound Qi Cultivation... Although it wasn't strong, its mental strength had still reached the half-step Human Level Alchemist realm.    

Desolate Martial Hall mainly focused on mental strength. Yan Lang could be said to be an outstanding swordsmith.    

So now that he was in a desperate situation, he used his mental strength to make the strongest counterattack.    

"Keke... Yan Lang, I advise you not to be busy. In the hands of us, can you still fly with wings?"