The Destiny Sword, which also became a complete creature, buzzed, responding to Zhao Hanya's fighting spirit, and was obviously looking forward to the next battle.

“Goodness of man and nature!”

Without delay, Zhao Hanya launched the first technique of the Ten Art of Destiny of Heaven - the unity of man and nature, the man and sword are united, and the power of fate sealed by Tian Hao in the blade surging out.

The Ten Destiny of Heaven is like its name, and the core lies in destiny. Combined with Zhao Hanya's special physique, it can turn decay into magic.

The special bloodline in the body was stimulated, and a field quickly expanded with the power of destiny, quickly covering the entire Ming Cult's headquarters, and all the powerful people with high cultivation were sensed.

"Who are you?"

A middle-aged man flew over and saw that there was only one girl outside the gate of the main hall, and especially when he saw the girl's purple coat belonging to Badao Villa, his brows frowned even tighter.

Are you a junior in the family?

"Please take me a sword and the way of heaven is ruthless!"

He swung his sword and slashed out from the air. An invisible sword light hit the middle-aged man like lightning, which immediately made him fall to the ground, foam at his mouth and roll his eyes, making him feel embarrassed.

Although the core foundation of the Ten Destiny Techniques lies in destiny, the medium of its use is the spiritual soul, which can also be said to be the intention of swords. It is a super sword technique that cannot be guarded against and can only resist.

Therefore, the middle-aged man was miserably hit. Even if he was prepared, he would be unable to resist this trick that directly hit the soul.

“Duoduo!”

At this time, a shout came from behind. Zhao Hanya looked back and was surprised and happy.

"Uncle Liu!"

The person who came was Liu Jingtao, who set out as soon as he received the order from his younger sister.

But after all, he ran away with his legs. Even though his light skills were good, he was still not as good as Zhao Hanya who cheated on the space portal, so he didn't arrive until now and was still one step late.

"It's indeed my second brother!"

He jumped over and turned the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and Liu Jingtao breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the other person's appearance.

It’s indeed my second brother, and I’m really lucky when I come here.

That's right, the middle-aged man is Liu Fuyun with the pseudonym He Fangyi.

The reason why he was the first to come out was mainly because he sensed the familiar knife intention, but he didn't expect to fall into it as soon as he met.

"What did you do?"

After looking around, Liu Jingtao was surprised to see that Zhao Hanya was the only one left besides the Ming Cult disciples who fell all over the ground.

Could it be that my second brother was defeated by Duoduo?

Is this girl so strong now?

"I don't know that he is the second uncle. The man asked us to come over and invite the saint of Ming Cult to come over. Who would have thought that the first person to come out to fight was the second uncle!"

After scratching his head, Zhao Hanya was very embarrassed. She didn't know that this person would be the second owner who had been missing for many years, and the other party didn't use a knife and just took a flute.

Without thinking too much before, I gave it a knife, who thought it was his own person?

This is embarrassing.

"The little girl from back then has grown up, so I'm going to see how your set of Ten Destiny Arts are."

After confirming that his second brother was not in danger of his life, Liu Jingtao dragged him to the rear, and at the same time pulled out his sword and ready to go, pressing the formation for his niece.

Although Duoduo is not from their Liu family, he regards it as his own son and treats it as his own daughter.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that he is the owner of Liudao Villa. Will I come to the Ming Cult to die today?"

Before Zhao Hanya and the others waited for a long time, a man with a sinister face flashed and a faint chill came over before the person arrived. He was obviously a powerful man who practiced the unique skills of Yin and Cold.

"He is Ding Jun, the commander of the Ming Cult Hongshui Banner, known as the Bingpo Han King. He has mastered the Mo Bing Finger and Bing Zen Finger. They are both strange and vicious evil martial arts, and their strengths can rank among the top ten in the Ming Cult."

Liu Jingtao explained to Zhao Hanya the identity of the visitor and his martial arts skills so that his niece could deal with it more.

"What do you mean?"

After looking at Liu Jingtao, then the girl opposite him, Ding Jun's face turned gloomy. Could it be that Liu Jingtao didn't take action and wanted that doll to go into battle?

Are you humiliating me, Bingpo Han King?

"King Bingpo Han, right? Please take me a knife for a few days!"

Zhao Hanya swung the knife gracefully again, still slashing from the air, but this time there was not even a hidden sword light, only a sword intent flew out, and instantly hit Ding Jun, making him unable to even be prepared.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground with a straightforward and foamed at his mouth, twitched all over, and even a faint yellow liquid flowed out from under his pants, which shows how tragic injuries he suffered.

"hiss!"

Looking at Ding Jun's miserable situation, Liu Jingtao couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although he had known from his younger sister that the Ten Destiny Arts obtained by Duoduo was a unique skill of the same level as the Nine Purple Thunder Strike, it was too weird and powerful.

People say that Ding Jun’s martial arts and combat techniques are strange and vicious, but in terms of weirdness, they are not worthy of carrying shoes for the Ten Art of Destiny.

At least Ding Jun can still find ways to prevent it, but he really couldn't think of how to deal with Duoduo's tricks.

That is not as simple as a mental attack. There are deeper things, cheating!

"Liu Jingtao!"

Soon another figure came with a group of Ming Cult disciples. He looked at Ding Jun who was falling at the gate, and then looked at Liu Fuyun lying beside Liu Jingtao. The person who came was angry.

"Do you Badao Villa want to start a war with me, Ming Cult?"

"His name is Zuo Si. He is the Dharma King of the Ming Cult, a master of Persia in the Western Regions. His martial arts methods are very different from those of our Central Plains."

Ignoring Zuo Si's anger, Liu Jingtao explained to Zhao Hanya.

"Please take me a knife and be kind as good as the sea!"

Zhao Hanya still returned from the air gracefully, and the sword intent carrying the power of destiny hit Zuo Si in an instant. Although Zuo Si also used the sword intent to resist, the level of the fate in it contained far exceeded that of the martial arts will and there was no way to compete.

In an instant, the soul was blocked, and the consciousness lost control of the body. Although it still stood firm, it had become a living dead person.

Before Zhao Hanya takes back the Tianming Sword Realm, it is impossible for her to wake up on her own.

This is the terrible thing about the Ten Destiny Arts. It directly uses the power of destiny to fight the enemy, which can be called a dimensional reduction attack.

"One more kneel!"

Seeing Zuo Si's eyes were lost, Liu Jingtao could not guess that the other party was hit, and he was even more terrifying and afraid of his niece's sword technique.

This method of being unable to prevent even one's defense is too weird, and there is also this unspeakable domineering in the weirdness.

"Badao?"

Immediately afterwards, two figures flew over with similar faces, obviously a pair of brothers. They looked at the more conspicuous Liu Jingtao in confusion.

"They are Ksinbo and Kruze, who are known as the Demon King. They are very strong and not inferior to your Grandpa Liu."

Liu Jingtao was still the commentator. He had read the information of the Ming Cult in detail before coming, especially those strong people, who could basically recognize them.

"Please take me a sword and the power of heaven is as powerful as prison!"

Zhao Hanya used the sword again, and it was also an invisible attack, which made people unable to defend against. Even if he defended the sword intent as a carrier, it was difficult to resist the power of fate inside.

The power of fate poured into the sea of ​​consciousness and turned into a sea of ​​fire to wrap the souls of Kxinbo and Kruze, as if they had fallen into the purgatory of flames. The pain of the burning body of flames could not help but scream even with their willpower.

You should know that this burning is not the body, but the soul, and the pain far exceeds the pain at the body level.

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(Karubi: Is it finally my turn to take action?)
Chapter completed!