Chapter 1801

"Proof? It's not easy!" Han Yu said lightly.

Both parties in the argument stopped and focused their eyes on Han Yu. With a thought in Han Yu's mind, part of Qi Tianjia melted into his flesh and blood.

To Master Qi Tianjia, Qi Tianjia is like a talisman of destiny. If it is his own Qi Tianjia, he can put it into his flesh and blood if he reaches a certain level, but if it is an outsider's Qi Tianjia, he cannot.

Wild Wind Dry Ape was speechless for a moment.

Many people were shocked that the status of Master Jiuyuan Xiedi was as honorable as the masters of the later stage of Wusheng. Han Yu is now only at the fourth level of Hualian in the middle stage of Wusheng, so it is against the sky to come to this step.

"What else do you have to say?" Palace Mistress Yaochi looked at Kuangfeng Ganyuan and asked.

"Huh!" Kuangfeng Ganyuan snorted softly, and he could only bear it if he didn't want to admit the defeat. No matter how powerful Han Yu's Qi Tianjia was, it was a manifestation of Han Yu's strength, not relying on foreign objects.

People from the Zhengdao sect began to cheer again. This victory was hard-won.

"Han Yu, you are a demon, why do you want to suppress our demon sect for the so-called orthodox sect? You have the name of swallowing the demon body!" An old man from the demon sect came out and questioned Han Yu.

"You are demons, and I am a demon god, how can they be compared!" Han Yu said mockingly.

The old man looked at Han Yu coldly, his killing light looming.

"Han Yu, this prince is here to fight you."

At this moment, a roc flew out from the group of monsters. The hair on this roc's body is like pouring gold, shining golden light, but the feathers on a pair of wings are as black as ink. This is the descendant of the golden-winged roc, known as Prince Peng. The blood of the divine beast flowing in his body is not too pure.

Han Yu frowned, what's going on? Is there any wheel tactics in the competition?

"Boss, we will hold seven matches of the same realm with the other party, and we can fight continuously. Xuanwu fought three times in a row before and won two. Now we have won one." Meng Zuisheng said.

Han Yu understood, this must be Xuanwu's strong defense to bully the orthodox sect. But now, the other party must have thought that Han Yu was about to die, so he immediately dispatched Prince Peng to kill Han Yu before Han Yu left the battlefield, bringing the game back like lightning.

"Whoosh!"

Prince Peng didn't give Han Yu time to reply at all. He flapped his wings and turned into a beam of light to kill Han Yu.

Han Yu sneered, it was too naive to want to beat him while he was injured.

"ah……"

Suddenly, there was a sound of exclamation, Prince Peng rushed far away from Han Yu, and suddenly disappeared, as if disappeared out of thin air. This wasn't teleportation, but Prince Peng's speed suddenly accelerated, surpassing the speed of light.

Everyone's eyes couldn't keep up with his speed, let alone react.

Many people opened their mouths and prepared to scream, when Prince Peng came up to Han Yu, his left wing slashed down like a heavenly knife, trying to chop off Han Yu's head.

Faced with such a fast speed, not many people can react.

However, when Prince Peng cut off his wing, Han Yu had already punched out, even in front of Prince Peng, as if he had expected Prince Peng to do this. Qi Tianshi's keenness was once again displayed vividly.

"Boom!"

Fists and wings collided, and a terrifying air wave exploded. Prince Peng's wings bounced back due to the shock, and Han Yu took the opportunity to jump up and kicked out several times, right on Prince Peng's chest.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a sound like a drum beating.

Kicking Prince Peng's chest seven times in succession, Han Yu spun around, and then slashed Prince Peng's head obliquely with one foot. Hundred miles long pit.

Many people felt their scalps go numb. Prince Peng relied on his speed to sneak up on Han Yu, but not only failed in the sneak attack, he was also beaten up by Han Yu.

"Chirp!"

Prince Peng struggled and rushed up, raised his head to the sky and let out a scream, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at Han Yu with murderous intent.

"Human, you made me angry!" Prince Peng's angry voice sounded.

"So what?" Han Yu sneered.

Suddenly, all the feathers on Prince Peng's body turned up, and each feather turned into an extremely sharp sword.

"Buzz!"

Prince Peng's body shook suddenly, most of the feathers on his body shot up into the sky, and then turned into a vortex and swooped towards Han Yu, like ten thousand swords flying together, very terrifying.

Han Yu urged Qi Tianjia to unleash a storm pattern, which was more terrifying than Prince Peng's thousands of swords and feathers flying together.

"Boom..."

The sword feather and the pattern storm collided, causing a terrifying explosion.

Although the sword feathers are sharp and have strong penetrating power, none of them can get close to Han Yu's body.

Han Yu walked towards Prince Peng, as if pushing a storm, causing Prince Peng to change color and retreat quickly.

"He suffered such a serious injury, why is he still so terrifying?" Many people's eyes widened, especially the Yaozu side. They wanted to take advantage of Han Yu's illness to take Han Yu's life, but they miscalculated.

The pattern storm covered the sky and the sun, and everyone couldn't see Han Yu's state at all.

Han Yu is urging the pattern storm to attack and kill, while rapidly refining the heaven, material and earth treasures to heal injuries and restore vitality. In the battle just now, he was indeed seriously injured.

For ordinary people, the vitality obtained by refining the natural materials and the earth's treasures can't bear to be consumed at all, so doing so is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket. But for Han Yu, it can achieve very good results.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights. Han Yu's pattern storm had never been weak, and it was consistent. No matter how sharp Prince Peng's attack was, he could not break through the pattern storm's defense.

Many people's eyes widened in shock, Han Yu's tenacity was beyond imagination.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Han Yu rushed out of the pattern storm, and the God Killing Spear pierced through the void.

"laugh!"

A gun pierced through Prince Peng's chest, and he slapped the god-killing gun heavily with his palm, and the spear rushed out from Prince Peng's back. Han Yu jumped over Prince Peng and kicked Prince Peng on the back. On the ground, Prince Peng screamed and hit the ground heavily.

Han Yu grabbed the god-killing gun, turned and pointed at Prince Peng obliquely.

"Boss won, ah, won another game!" Meng Zuisheng jumped up happily, and many people in the orthodox sect cheered.

Yaochi Palace Master and other leading figures also had bright smiles on their faces.

The saint of Yaochi looked at Han Yu quietly, her face was neither happy nor worried, but her eyes became a little complicated.

Prince Peng stood up and glanced at Han Yu, then walked back to the Monster Race camp with his head down.

Han Yu turned around, glanced at the Yaozu, the Demon Sect, and the people from Yuxu Holy Palace, and said calmly: "Who dares to fight me?"

Suddenly, many people were shocked. They thought that the battle between Han Yu and Xuanwu was about to die, but they didn't expect to easily defeat Prince Peng, and now they challenged again. Some people began to wonder whether Han Yu's last appearance of being seriously injured in the previous battle with Xuanwu was deliberately shown to confuse them?