Urban Immortal Emperor God Doctor

Chapter 182 One finger, die!
Feeling the killing intent in Ye Tianyang's eyes, Liu Yimou fought a cold war.

For some reason, he seemed to be being targeted by a killing god, and his soul was trembling.

Liu Yimou suppressed the fear in his heart, and said loudly: Ye Tianyang, don't waste time, hurry up to the competition stage and fight Han Qingshan.

Ye Tianyang smiled coldly, tapped his right toe on the ground lightly, his body was like a flying eagle, leaped up in the air, and instantly reached the top of the competition platform.

At this time, Han Qingshan stood proudly on the top of the competition platform.

Han Qingshan is a young man in his 20s, wearing Tsing Yi, with a long body and a handsome face.

Han Qingshan, as No.1 in the talent list, has reached the peak of the third rank of Qi Gathering Realm.

In Zhejiang-Guangzhou Province, Han Qingshan has a great reputation.

Regardless of whether it is the 24 cities or the Xuan family, the Di Sha family will give Han Qingshan a thumbs up when they mention Han Qingshan.

Han Qingshan once fought alone, defeated a hundred masters, and won the top talent list for three consecutive years.

Many powerful evil masters and demon masters were beheaded by him.

"Ye Tianyang, although you are powerful, meeting me today is the day of your death."

Han Qingshan's face was gloomy, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Han Qingshan was extremely resentful towards the martial practitioners in Jiangnan City.

Just now, he personally abolished Xiao Yiyi's dantian.

Ye Tianyang said coldly: Since you want to die, I will fulfill you. After today, you will become history.

The martial practitioners around all held their breath, with excitement in their eyes.

One is No. 1 on the Zhejiang-Guangzhou Talent List, and the other is a martial artist who was born in Jiangnan City, and they are destined to collide with each other.

The head of the Han family is Han Kang, a middle-aged man in a green shirt, with a hulking back and a majestic imposing manner.

He is the first Patriarch in Zhejiang-Guangzhou Province, and also one of the 72 Disha families in Huaxia.

Han Kang said loudly: Qingshan, don't keep it, use all your strength to kill this Ye Tianyang quickly.

Han Qingshan nodded.

Even if his father didn't say it, he would use all his strength.

Because he felt a sense of danger from Ye Tianyang.

Ye Tianyang's ability to kill the third-ranked Feng Qiang with one punch is enough to show Ye Tianyang's strength.

Han Qingshan moved his right wrist slightly, and drew a knife from his body.

This knife is four and a half fingers wide, 1.7 meters long, and the whole body is blue, emitting a gloomy cold light.

"It turned out to be the Qingxuan Saber!"

The martial practitioners around recognized the knife, and they all gasped.

In Zhejiang-Guangzhou Province, the Qingxuan Sword is definitely the top three magic weapon.

Under this knife, the blood of hundreds of strong men was once stained.

Ye Tianyang smiled faintly, and said calmly: "The earth-level magic weapon is a bit interesting. It is made of 500-year-old green black iron, added with 500-year-old fire spar, and condensed with [-]-degree flames."

Han Qingshan's pupils shrank, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Han Qingshan said: How do you know the refining method of Qingxuan knife?
Back then, Han Qingshan devoted everything to refining this Qingxuan knife.

He not only spent a lot of money to collect raw materials, but also invited a famous Chinese craftsman to forge this third-grade magic weapon.

He didn't expect that Ye Tianyang could see it at a glance.

Ye Tianyang said calmly: Let's do it, use your strongest saber technique, and kill you with one move.

Han Qingshan raised his head and laughed, and said disdainfully: Ye Tianyang, you are too arrogant, I am not Feng Qiang, if you want to kill me with one blow, you are too tender.

"Qingxuan sword technique!"

Han Qingshan roared angrily, channeling the spiritual power in his body, and inputting all of it into the Qingxuan Saber.

Han Qingshan turned his right wrist suddenly, and slashed forward forcefully, the Qingxuan knife in his hand cut away horizontally, forming a blade light.

The blade was extremely sharp, like a sharp blade, it cut open the air directly, and the marble on the ground was also cracked.

The faces of the surrounding crowd changed drastically. They only felt that the knife was slashing at themselves, making them tremble all over, and felt that a bloody mouth would burst out of their faces.

Xiao Yiyi's complexion changed, and she said in a low voice: No, this is an earth-level sword technique.

Tang Meier's pretty face changed drastically. During this period of time, she came into contact with a lot of martial arts knowledge, so she naturally understood the power of the earth-level exercises, which are many times stronger than the mysterious-level exercises.

Bai Hao, Qin Xiongba, Hua Xiaohu and others all looked worried.

Han Kang laughed loudly: Ye Tianyang is dead this time, my son took out the Qingxuan knife, he is definitely not an opponent.

Beside Chen Xifeng, Feng Wan, and Xu Ming all nodded, with a hint of pleasure in their eyes.

Their children were killed by Ye Tianyang, and they were full of resentment towards Ye Tianyang.

If Ye Tianyang died at the hands of Han Qingshan, it would save them trouble.

Wu Lianfeng shook his head, a look of pity appeared in his eyes.

He admired Ye Tianyang very much.

But now, even I can't save him.

Wu Cuiwen's pretty face changed slightly.

Wu Cuiwen fought against Han Qingshan, but she was defeated by the Qingxuan Saber, and she knew the power of the Qingxuan Saber.

Even Zhejiang-Guangzhou Province can't produce a few third-grade magical artifacts.

The Qingxuan knife in Han Qingshan's hand, with a sharp blade light, reached Ye Tianyang's forehead in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, his head will be chopped off.

Whoosh!
Ye Tianyang stretched out the two index fingers of his right hand suddenly, as fast as lightning, like a consonant finger, and instantly clamped the Qingxuan knife.

The people around were shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

This scene is like a fairy tale.

"Impossible. This is a third-grade magic weapon. It cuts iron like mud. How can your fingers catch it?"

Han Qingshan didn't believe it.

He used his strength again and slashed at Ye Tianyang fiercely.

"Although the third-grade magic weapon is good, it is rubbish in my eyes."

Ye Tianyang snapped his two index fingers lightly.

Click!

There was only a crisp sound, and the Qingxuan knife broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

Ye Tianyang's right index finger turned into a sharp sword and pointed at Han Qingshan's head.

The speed of this finger is extremely fast, like a fairy flying from the sky, it is hard to guard against.

This kind of fingering is called Feixianzhi. It used to be a kind of fairy-level fingering in the fairy world, and it once killed immortals.

However, the spiritual power in Ye Tianyang's body is limited now, which is not enough to support Feixianzhi.

He used the Feitian Finger, which is a low-end version of the Feixian Finger.

Even so, it is equivalent to a skill above the heaven level.

As soon as he pointed it out, the world was eclipsed, as if time and space were frozen.

The faces of the surrounding people turned pale.

Some of the weaker ones even collapsed and fainted to the ground.

Even the patriarchs of those powerful families were terrified.

Han Qingshan's face was pale, with fear in his eyes.

He tried to escape, but found that his body could not move.

boom!
With a crisp sound, Ye Tianyang's fingers penetrated Han Qingshan's head, leaving a finger hole above his head.

"I can not be reconciled."

Han Qingshan spat out a few words, fell to the ground with a plop, and lost his breath.

With one finger, Han Qingshan, number one on the genius list—dead!

(End of this chapter)