Chapter 1171

The people inside were divided into four camps, standing in the four directions of east, west, north and south of the stone platform.

To the east stood a man in black with two swords on his back, one with a black hilt and the other with a white hilt. He was slender and thin. , show your sharpness. Although Han Yu has never met this person, he can guess his identity, the Son of the Promise Hall.

To the south, stood a man in white clothes, gentle and elegant, giving people a sense of tepidity, he was the hero of the Zhao family, Zhao Mingchen.

To the west, there is a woman wearing a colorful robe, with colorful rays of light on her body, like a phoenix about to be reborn from the ashes at any time, her hair is high and bulging, with a phoenix golden hairpin inserted, she is dressed noblely, like a queen. With a golden mask on his face, only a pair of extremely majestic red phoenix eyes are exposed, with the tendency to stare at all directions.

Han Yu didn't recognize this person.

To the north, there was a Linglong treasure car parked, which was the car of Yu Qianshuang, the Saintess of the Infinite Holy Land. It didn't take much thinking to know that the person sitting in it must be Yu Qianshuang.

Four people represent four forces, four forces. Although they have different temperaments, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Everyone exudes a powerful coercion, and a terrifying confrontation has already begun invisible.

The moment Han Yu stepped into the palace, six eyes swept towards him.

These six gazes did not come from those four people, but from behind the Son of Wuji (Holy Son of Wuji Hall) and Zhao Mingchen.

Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao hid behind the Promise Son, and Pang Xuan looked at Han Yu with a gloomy gaze that almost dripped out. At this time, she was sitting cross-legged to heal her injuries, while Lu Chenhao had passed out.

Burning the power of the blood, leaving behind a terrifying sequelae. A royal body with a bright future was reduced to a mortal body in one day.

Behind Zhao Mingchen were two acquaintances of Han Yu, Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang.

The look at Han Yu was also full of hostility. The two siblings walked towards Han Yu involuntarily.

As for those four people, only Zhao Mingchen glanced at Han Yu, and the rest didn't even look at Han Yu.

There are these eight people in the entire fifth palace.

"Han, you are too overconfident. Can you come in this place?" Zhao Mingguang sarcastically said.

"You can come in, why can't I?" Han Yu responded forcefully.

Zhao Mingguang shuddered, he was able to enter here entirely because of Zhao Mingchen, otherwise with his strength, he would not be qualified to enter at all.

"Han Yu, last time Hua Luocan backed you up and saved you from a catastrophe, this time I'll see who can back you up!" Zhao Mingxi said coldly.

On that beautiful face, there was a smug look, which was really not beautiful.

"It's up to you?" Han Yu curled his lips and walked slowly towards the two of them step by step.

"Boom!"

The aura on his body, like a volcanic eruption, gushed out instantly. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang were photographed squarely, they both grunted and hurriedly backed away.

"Martial King Bazhong?" Both Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang stared wide-eyed, looking at Han Yu in disbelief.

Even Zhao Mingchen turned his head to look at Han Yu, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Shua!"

Suddenly, from inside the Linglong Treasure Car, two substantive gazes shot out. It was obvious that Yu Qianshuang inside was also surprised.

But soon, that gaze dissipated, and Yu Qianshuang didn't express anything.

Zhao Mingchen turned his head back, but didn't say a word.

As for the Son of Promise and the woman with the golden mask, they still didn't even glance at Han Yu. Even if Han Yu showed a good cultivation, he couldn't get into their eyes.

The complexions of Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang became extremely ugly. When they came out this time, each of them got a piece of the Emperor's Soldier as a magic weapon for protection. They thought they could vent their anger well, but Han Yu's cultivation had already surpassed took them. In this way, even if they have the bodyguard of the emperor's soldiers, they are probably not Han Yu's opponents.

The two siblings are neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

Zhao Mingxi felt the most uncomfortable. She was one of the top ten heroes of the Zhao family. Although she was ranked at the bottom, she was also called a genius.

She was defeated by Han Yu last time, because Han Yu used the soldiers of the emperor, she didn't care. But in just a few months, Han Yu jumped from being lower than her to being taller than her, which made it hard for her to accept.

"Come back." Zhao Mingchen called out.

He has fought Han Yu before, and he knows how powerful Han Yu is. The combination of Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang is definitely not Han Yu's opponent.

Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang's expressions changed, but they finally retreated unwillingly.

Even though they hated Han Yu utterly and even looked down on Han Yu, they still had to bow their proud heads in the face of absolute strength.

Han Yu glanced at Zhao Mingchen lightly, then slowly moved his eyes to Pang Xuan.

Pang Xuan was still staring at Han Yu with great resentment, but now she was no longer afraid, and there was a cruel sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Han Yu walked slowly towards Pang Xuan. The Son of Promise made him feel the pressure, but this person must be killed.

"Shua!" Suddenly, the Son of Promise turned his head to look at Han Yu, with two sharp rays of light shooting out of his eyes. In his eyes, the sword energy is evolving, one is evolving into three, and the three is evolving into nine... After it has evolved into countless paths, it returns to one, and so on.

People dare not stare into his eyes, it seems that those sword glows can destroy people's souls.

This is a horrible person!

However, Han Yu was not afraid, and looked at the Promise Son calmly, walking step by step.

"You still want to kill someone in front of me?" Son Wuji said coldly, his voice was colder than his sword.

"Whoever wants to protect her, she will die!" Han Yu replied in a deep voice, his momentum getting stronger and stronger.

"Hmph, overestimate yourself!" Zhao Mingguang sneered again and again. It is recognized that the Son of Promise is terrifying. If he really wants to fight with his hands and feet, there may not be many in the field who can fight the Son of Promise.

Han Yu dared to challenge the Son of Promise openly, he was undoubtedly looking for death.

While talking, Han Yu put away the broken sword. This move made the eyes of the woman with the golden mask brighten.

Han Yu is expressing his attitude, even if you are the Son of Promise, I can fight you without the aid of external objects.

The Son of Promise is the existence at the top of the pyramid of the younger generation, what a powerful confidence Han Yu has.

Zhao Mingxi, Zhao Mingguang, and Pang Xuan sneered. In their opinion, Han Yu's move was not self-confidence, but arrogance.

"The saddest thing in a person's life is that he can't see how much he weighs!" Zhao Mingxi sarcastically sarcastically.

"roll!"

The Son of Promise uttered a word in a low voice without any movement, but this word seemed to contain infinite power. Suddenly there was a strong wind around, and a sharp piercing sound sounded like a meteorite passing through the sky.