The First Saint of Alchemy

Tang Yan's body glowed with a faint copper light. Although the practice of the Five Elements Hegemony Technique consumed extremely expensive materials, his domineering qualities were also revealed at this moment.

There is no need to mobilize spiritual power, the defense is activated directly.

Braving the rain of arrows, Tang Yan strode forward.

A flash of ridicule flashed in the eyes of everyone in the Huang clan, is this grandson sent to die?

But soon, everyone's eyes widened at the same time.

The arrow landed on Tang Yan, and instead of pricking him into a hedgehog as expected, it made a crisp sound of "ding ding ding". The sharp arrow could not pierce Tang Yan's skin at all!

Is this horse still a human being?

While everyone was in a daze, Tang Yan jumped up and reached the archer. The long sword in his hand swiped across the bow, instantly taking away the lives of the three of them.

Huangtian Zong woke up from a dream and roared loudly: "Chop him!"

The archers retreated hurriedly, and the warriors from behind rushed towards Tang Yan.

More than twenty tall and burly desolate tribesmen were like heavenly soldiers, quickly surrounding Tang Yan. Their weapons roared with the sound of wind, and they slashed at Tang Yan with great momentum.

The senior officials of the Huang Clan breathed a sigh of relief.

In Zhetian Valley, the Desolate Clan are gods!

No matter whether it is speed or strength, no outsider can match it. Even if a god comes, he will have to take two punches!

No one could stop the full blow from more than twenty people from the Desolate tribe.

Huang Tianzong's eyes were deep and he had even begun to think about which force should be dispatched to destroy Wending.

Suddenly, everyone's eyelids jumped.

"Ding ding ding!"

The sword struck Tang Yan's body, making a crisp metallic sound without even breaking the skin.

"Where's Gua Sha?" Tang Yan sneered, raising his sword high.

Puff puff puff~

Flowers of blood bloomed in the air, and the people in front of them fell one after another.

In just three breaths, all twenty-four people were lifeless.

Others quickly filled in, flooding in. Tang Yan seemed to be in a wheat field, ignoring all attacks, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sickle to harvest mercilessly.

In the dusk, the sunset glow and the ground reflected each other, turning into the color of blood.

Huang Tianzong saw that Tang Yan was covered in blood, but not a drop of it was his, and he was filled with shock and anger.

"The iron guards retreat, and the golden-armored divine soldiers meet the enemy!" Huang Tianzong shouted loudly.

The Golden Armored Divine Weapons are the most elite force of the Desolate Clan. They are not only powerful, but also well-equipped.

Following Huang Tianzong's order, the Huang clan warriors retreated quickly, and hundreds of big men in golden armor surrounded Tang Yan.

Eight spears stabbed at Tang Yan from eight directions, and eight long knives quickly followed.

The sixteen weapons exuded sharp edges. Just being close makes your skin ache.

Tang Yan's eyelids twitched. These weapons were not ordinary weapons. Compared with the long sword in his hand, they were only a little bit inferior.

Moreover, these sixteen people were full of energy and blood, and their strength was doubled compared to the previous warriors, giving him a vague feeling that they could break through his own defenses.

The senior officials of the Huang Clan also held their breath, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in their eyes.

Fine Iron Mysterious Soldiers, wearing gold-breaking armor, even an iron man can pierce you into a sieve, I don't believe you can stop him!

Seeing the arrogance in the eyes of these golden armor soldiers, Tang Yan sneered in his heart.

I dare to come here alone to send you to reincarnation. Do you really think I rely on physical defense?

The long sword in his hand swiped lightly, and no effort could be seen. It even looked like slow motion.

The sixteen weapons seemed to be sucked by the long sword, and moved strangely with the long sword. Then the sixteen people staggered, unable to stand at all.

The sword light flashed again, easily piercing the golden armor on their necks, and sixteen heads rolled on the ground.

What kind of magic is this?

The golden-armored divine weapon who did not believe in evil took action again, but he still made the same mistake. As soon as the weapon was taken out, it was pulled by Tang Yan's sword, and then the head was separated.

Such a strange scene made everyone tremble, and fear quickly spread among the Desolate tribe.

Why is it that a sword as light as a child's play can easily defuse a thunderous attack?

No one alive can understand it, and everyone who understands is dead.

Huang Tianzong was horrified in his heart. The myth that "the Huang clan is the absolute king in Zhetian Valley" was quickly disillusioned.

The Desolate tribe is the king, so who does this guy count?

King of kings?

"Stop!" Huang Tianzong yelled and had no choice but to stop.

This was not a battle, but a unilateral massacre by Tang Yan. He saw no hope of consuming it.

"Clan leader Tang, if you have any grievances, we can sit down and talk about it," Huang Tianzong said loudly.

Tang Yan sneered in his heart, if he could beat him, he would bully him, but if he couldn't beat him, he would discuss it?

"What explanation does the leader of the Huang clan plan to give to Tang?" Tang Yan asked.

Although Huang Tianzong felt depressed in his heart, he still put on a smile on his face and tried to discuss it: "Both of us are responsible for this matter, which led to the misunderstanding.

However, the Huang Clan had absolutely no intention of harming anyone, they just punished the two people a little bit, and their lives were not in danger.

You made a big fuss in the Desolate Clan, and you have vented your anger. There is no need to let the conflict continue to intensify.

We don’t know each other even if we don’t fight.

How about this, letting bygones be bygones, all the property collected will be refunded, and the other two hundred chosen places will be given to the winner!

What do the Tang Gang think? "

"That's it?" Tang Yan's eyes were slightly cold.

"What else does Gang Leader Tang want?" Huang Tianzong was furious, feeling that Tang Yan was greedy.

There was no loss in the bid for the title, but the Desolate Clan lost thousands of people, and lost two hundred of the chosen spots. Isn't this enough?

"Two options!" Tang Yan's voice echoed in Zhetian Valley: "The first option is that Tang will slaughter all Zhetian Valley tonight, and there will be no more Huang clan in Beiling!"

The cold voice made everyone tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

No one doubted whether Tang Yan could do it.

"What about the second one?" Huang Tianzong asked in a hoarse voice.

"Huang Xian bullied my disciples and insulted me. Huang Xian died to atone for his crime.

The Huang clan condoned Huang Xian's evil deeds and handed over 90% of his assets to atone for his crime.

From now on, the Huang clan will obey the orders of Wending!" Tang Yan said faintly.

"Boss Tang has too big an appetite!" Huang Tianzong was about to refute, but suddenly his hair stood on end.

"It seems that the leader of the Huang clan chose the first one!" Tang Yan did not hesitate at all, and his long sword was as fast as lightning, rushing towards Huang Tianzong.

"How dare you!" Huang Tianzong was furious, and he drew his broadsword and slashed at Tang Yan with one sword.

"Dang!"

With a loud bang, the weapons of the two collided with each other. Huang Tianzong felt numb in his palms, and an incredible look flashed in his eyes.

Could this be a genius of the Huang clan who was stranded outside? How could he be so strong?

Before he could think about it, the long sword in Tang Yan's hand had already reached out.

So fast!

Huang Tianzong did not dare to neglect and hurriedly resisted, but found that his broadsword was easily diverted by a clever force, and his body was also dragged forward by inertia.

What came forward was Tang Yan's fatal long sword!

At this moment, he finally understood how the golden armored soldier died.

After all, he was the head of a clan, and his strength was extraordinary. At the critical moment, Huang Tianzong fell back abruptly and rolled to avoid the fatal blow.

Huang Tianzong, who had just stood firm, did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and his body suddenly froze.

I saw that my throat was inexplicably blocked by a long sword.

Beads of sweat appeared, and Huang Tianzong suddenly felt that Tang Yan's appetite was not that big.

"I choose... choose the second one!" Huang Tianzong trembled.

"It's too late! Not obedient enough, he will definitely rebel in the future." Tang Yan said lightly, and the long sword gently slashed.

Huang Tianzong, fell!