"Hanyi!" Both Zhang Haoran and Liu Baishan screamed, and Qiu Mingxuan's face turned white in an instant.

But it's not over yet.

"Ha ha ha ha, soul Saint three grades, unexpectedly, you are soul Saint three grades!" Xiang Wushang laughed wildly, his eyes flashed with crazy and tyrannical fire, and the scar on his face was more ferocious with the constant wriggling of his laughter.

But the long sword in his hand didn't stop for a moment, still one sword after another, and fell heavily on Lin Hanyi. Both arms suffered heavy losses. Lin Hanyi couldn't dodge or resist at all, just like a dead leaf drifting helplessly in the storm.

In the crackling sound of "cacha", the bones on her body were broken one by one, and blood gurgled out along the corner of her mouth. The ground under her feet had already been dyed red by blood, like a blooming rose, but it was so strange and desolate.

"Hun Sheng San pin, you have deceived everyone. It turns out that you are the strongest of the younger generation of Xinghua. But unfortunately, you met me. Do you know what I hate most? What I hate most is that someone deceives me!" To no hurt eyes, but no pity, but a face of grimace said. His eyes are full of madness, resentment and inexplicable pleasure.

"Stop it. She's lost. Stop it!" After all, they are good friends who live day and night. Seeing Lin Hanyi's merciless abuse, Zhang Haoran and Liu Baishan are both agitated. They struggle to stand up straight and glare at Xiang Wushang. Even Han Qingwen is no exception.

"Who said she lost, as long as she was still on stage, as long as she was not dead, as long as she did not admit defeat, she did not lose!" Xiang Wushang said with a grim smile, the sword in his hand still fell on Lin Hanyi.

Seeing this scene, even the audience of Guanghua country under the stage were tightly tugging at the corner of their clothes, and their eyes were frightened. In any case, Lin Hanyi is a daughter, and she is beautiful and cold. If she has the same strength, she will fight for the rise and fall of Guanghua. However, the other party has obviously lost, but she is still so cruel. It's a bit unreasonable.

"Crazy, this guy must be crazy!" Lorne and the white fat man said with one voice, eyes are full of indignation.

Even if they didn't like Lin Hanyi any more and were the people of Xinghua, they didn't want to see her so tortured and devastated.

"He's already gone mad." Gu Fenghua handed the paper in his hand.

Luo en looks at Gu Fenghua suspiciously, takes the paper label, and looks at it together with Bai Pang and ye colorless. Soon, several people's faces change dramatically, just like the previous ninth prince.

What is written on the paper is the information that Xinghua spy just inquired about, which is related to Xiang Wushang.

Xiang Wushang was born in the Xiang family of Changyuan in the northwest of Guanghua. Xiangjia is one of the oldest families in Guanghua. Its ancestral harmless sword formula is well-known. With this set of sword formula, Xiangjia is also recognized as the most powerful family in Guanghua. However, the owners of Xiangjia have strictly abided by their ancestors' precepts and kept a low profile. Therefore, few people know Xiangjia outside Guanghua.

Xiang Jia stands aloof with a set of harmless sword formula, which has been passed on for thousands of years. Naturally, many people covet this set of sword formula.

However, Xiang Jia regards this no injury sword formula as the foundation of settling down and living. He is very strict. Since ancient times, it has been passed on from male to female, from inside to outside. Some of the most exquisite heart skill sword formulas are even passed on from elder to younger, and from younger to younger.