Hell Burial Hand Knife

"Yuehua?"

Hearing the clan directly calling their second aunt Tang Yuehua by name, Tang Long and the others frowned in unison. The expression that had eased a little bit became a little more solemn.

The clan ignored the changes in their expressions, pointed to the iron rope, and reminded: "Your iron rope has been seriously damaged, it is best not to use it again, otherwise something will happen."

While talking, the clan raised a slap-sized stone on his right foot and kicked it towards the iron chain.

With a click, the iron chain broke instantly, and the tendency of the stone to pass through the iron chain became a stream of light and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Tang Long's complexion changed drastically, and a few cold sweats broke out on their backs. If this were really broken, the disciples of the Haotian Sect without the ability to fly would die without a place to be buried.

"Thanks for reminding." Tang Long bowed his hand.

With just such an action, the more the clan looked at Tang Long, the more familiar he became, and he couldn't help asking: "Is your father called Tang Zhan?"

Tang Long was taken aback, and the doubts on his face became even stronger, "Yes, my father is indeed called Tang Zhan."

The clan continued to ask: "How many levels of spirit power has he reached now?"

What the clan asked about was a pun. On the one hand, it was to confirm that the other party was not alive, and on the other hand, to confirm his level.

Although he didn't understand how the clan knew his father, Tang Long still showed pride on his face, and said excitedly: "Now my father has broken through to level 89, only one step away from Title Douluo. "

Clan Suddenly, it was only more than a year for himself.

But for Tang Zhan and the others, more than thirty years have passed.

When Tang Zhan fought with him, he was already over fifty, close to the level of sixty, and now thirty-four...oh no, thirty-five years have passed, he is at least over sixty years old, his level Promoting to the eighty-ninth level, it's also the past.

"Clan, do you know my father?" Tang Long couldn't help asking.

The clan nodded and said a meaningful sentence, "I've seen it several times, but he probably won't recognize me anymore."

Tang Long didn't know, so, "You look like you are only sixteen or seventeen. My father hasn't been out of the Clear Sky School in sixteen years. I guess you have admitted the wrong person!"

The clan smiled indifferently without explaining.

After crossing the last mountain, the group finally arrived at the location of the Clear Sky School sect.

Looking around, there are no pavilions, but a simple stone fortress building, embedded with the mountain, the whole body is gray, and it looks like a part of the mountains.

On the top of the five-meter-high stone mountain gate, there are three vigorous and powerful characters-Haotianzong.

In front of the mountain gate, two young men in grey clothes bowed and saluted after seeing Tang Long and his party. But one of them blocked the way of the clan, "please show the clan token."

The clan naturally knew what his so-called sect token was, and couldn't help but twitched his mouth. It seemed that the elder of the Haotian Sect wanted to give me power!

"I don't have any tokens, nor are I from the Clear Sky School. There is only a greeting card from the Prince Xue Qinghe of the Tiandou Empire." Clan Zong said lightly.

The gray-clothed youth obviously didn't buy it, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, this is Clear Sky School, not a Heaven Dou Empire. No token of Clear Sky School is not allowed to enter."

The clan's face became cold, "Which elder of your family arranged this?"

The gray-clothed youth's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."

The clan smiled indifferently, "Then what if I have to go in?"

While talking, the clan's eyes glanced at Tang Long and several people.

"This matter has nothing to do with us, you can figure it out by yourself!" Tang Long shrugged, as if watching a good show, he also wanted to see the strength of the clan.

The other Haotianzong disciples also nodded.

He looked at the two gray-clothed youths in front of him again. Under the perception of the clan, the two men were 30 years old and their spirit power reached level 50 and above. They were not ordinary gatekeepers.

"Come on!" Clan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The two grey-clothed youths were taken aback, looked at each other and nodded at each other.

With a loud shout, the black light on his right hand surged. Each summoned a Clear Sky Hammer about two meters.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black, five spirit rings rose from the feet of two people, exuding brilliant colors.

"Tang Guang, Wuhun Clear Sky Hammer, the fifty-eighth level assault type battle soul king, please advise."

"Tang An, the Wuhun Clear Sky Hammer, the fifty-sixth level of the assault war spirit king, please advise."

The clan didn't reply, and waved to them, beckoning them to do it first.

Seeing that the clan was so arrogant, they didn't even use their martial arts. They were immediately furious, and the black light surged on their bodies. The third purple spirit ring lighted up at the same time. Pounced on the clan.

Seeing the two Clear Sky Hammers approaching oncoming, the clan expression was still indifferent, and the instantaneous technique was applied. The next moment they appeared behind Tang Guang and Tang An, their hands turned into hand knives, and they slashed directly at the back of their necks.

"Hell Buries the Hand Knife"

Accompanied by a soft drink from the clan, a hand knife was slashed on the necks of Tang An and Tang Guang. The two felt that their eyes were dark, they lost consciousness and fainted to the ground.

Standing aside, Tang Long and the others, who were thinking about watching a good show, suddenly shrank their pupils, "This is..."

Regardless of the clan being nearby, Tang Long hurriedly motioned to the younger brothers behind him to check the physical condition of Tang Guang and Tang An.

"Don't worry, the two of them fainted. Just sleep." Clan said lightly.

"Boss, Tang Guang and Tang An are okay." After receiving confirmation from several younger brothers, Tang Long sighed and looked at the clan solemnly, "What was your trick just now?"

Tang Long asked himself~www.mtlnovel.com~ If either Tang An or Tang Guang were replaced by him, he would not be sure to escape the sudden attack of the clan, because the clan's speed was too fast.

Hearing that, a wicked smile appeared on the clan's face, "The self-created soul skill-Hell Burial Hand Knife, was taught to me by a hidden world powerhouse named Baoshan."

"Hell funeral hand knife?" Tang Long twitched at the corner of his mouth, "I'm asking about your own spirit ability that moves instantaneously."

The clan pretended to be puzzled, "Yes, it is called'Hell Burial Hand Knife'. Through high-speed movement, the effect of splitting the hand knife is achieved in an instant. Doesn't your Vast Sky School also have the chaotic cloak hammer method that is well-known and the world , Osumi Hammer, Haotian Jiujue and other self-created spirit abilities?"

With a puff, Tang Long almost spouted a mouthful of old blood. It seemed that he was asking for nothing. The so-called hand knife can be wielded by a spirit master. The key lies in the almost instantaneous self-made spirit ability that the other party displayed. It is the most unpredictable.