Chapter 1802 The Soul Really Does Not Return

"Haha, repay him in the same way, who is Han Yu's opponent in the same realm?" Feng Aotian laughed.

"Monsters, demons, want to spy on my righteous country, it's a fool's dream!"

On Zhengdao's side, many people are completely relieved, even though they have two wins and two losses now. But with Han Yu around, there is no need to be afraid. At this moment, Han Yu is undoubtedly a peerless hero in the eyes of many passionate youths and young women.

Seeing that Han Yu gradually established a heroic image in the righteous way, Lin Daoxuan and others who hated Han Yu deeply felt extremely uncomfortable. They were so vicious that they would rather Zhengdao lose one day and two places in the north than Han Yu win and steal the limelight.

The leaders of the Yaozu, Demon Sect, and Yuxu Holy Palace discussed quickly in secret. Now that the two sides have won two and lost two, the outcome of the fifth match is very important and must be won.

"Han Yu's previous injury is absolutely true, and then he fought Prince Peng again, so he must be relentless at this time, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"The souls of our Demon Cult can fight him, and we will definitely win this victory!"

On the side of Zhengdao sect, the overlords were actually a little apprehensive. They didn't know Han Yu's current situation, and they were afraid that Han Yu would hold on. But Han Yu had just won two games, and no one dared to ask him about his truth.

Han Yu quietly watched the other party's discussion, and quickly refined and recovered the medicinal materials. The longer the other party's discussion took, the better it was for him.

"Look, Han Yu is refining medicinal materials to heal his wounds."

"The speed at which the Heaven Swallowing Demon Physique devours medicinal materials is unimaginable, we cannot give him too much time."

"That's it, let the soul return to fight!"

Out of the Demon Cult crowd, a man with a figure as slender as a bamboo pole and a face as pale as a corpse walked out. His eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes, and he looked like an evil ghost walking in the darkness.

"The Demon Cult's soul does not return, come to learn!" The soul does not return to fly, walking towards Han Yu step by step.

"Isn't your soul coming back? It looks like you really won't come back today!" Meng Zuisheng sarcastically said.

Soul Bugui ignored Meng Zuisheng, and stared at Han Yu coldly, like a falcon staring at its prey, with extremely sharp eyes.

"Master Jiuyuan Xiedi's soul will definitely bring my magic skills to a higher level!" The voice of the soulless voice was sharp and piercing, making people very disgusted to hear it.

Han Yu ignored him and quietly refined the medicinal materials for recuperation. Every minute and every second was very important to him.

Suddenly a flash of killing light flashed in the eyes of the ghost, and his body shook. Suddenly, a scream came from his body, and then people saw that a person who was like a ferocious ghost never returned from his soul. Gui's back popped out. Hovering and roaring around the ghost, his face is very ferocious.

"Battle Soul? Damn it, how many souls have been refined to make this battle spirit?" Feng Aotian gritted his teeth.

"This kind of demon that ravages life must be eradicated!" Countless people showed hatred in their eyes.

A series of battle spirits rushed out of Soul Bugui's body, and not long after, thirty one battle spirits wrapped him up, making him look like a walking peerless demon. Each of those war spirits was extremely ferocious, and each cry made one's scalp tingle.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a cold and sharp cry of killing came out from the mouth of the lost soul. Those fighting spirits screamed and killed Han Yu.

Thirty one battle spirits rushed through like thousands of troops, their aura was too terrifying.

Han Yu stopped refining the medicinal materials, a terrifying killing light appeared in his eyes, vitality was injected into Qi Tianjia, and the array pattern shield was activated, and then Han Yu went on a rampage and killed the army of fighting spirits.

"Boom boom boom..."

Han Yu kept rushing forward, only shooting at the battle spirits in front, and didn't care about those war spirits who circled to the side and behind. He let those battle spirits hit the formation shield, and the formation shield broke several times. Yu immediately propped up the shield again.

"He's dying!"

The eyes of the Yaozu, Demonzu, and Yuxu Sacred Palace people all lit up.

It was the first time that Han Yu's attack was so ferocious, and he focused on defense like this. The only thing they could think of was that Han Yu was at the end of his battle.

On the side of Zhengdao sect, there are also many people who are nervous. This doesn't look like Han Yu's fighting style, does it?

It was the saintess of Yaochi, with a slight smile on her lips, looking confident.

Han Yu opened the way with his fists, rushed out of the encirclement of the fighting spirit, and immediately displayed the domineering dragon spirit. A golden dragon aura burst out from his forehead, turned into a big dragon, and slammed fiercely towards the soul.

The roar of Tyrannosaurus Dragon Qi shook the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying aura made the soul frowned.

"Capture the thief first and capture the king!"

At this moment, many people realized that the reason why Han Yu didn't head-on with the war spirits was to capture the king. As long as the souls survived, those war spirits were nothing to fear.

Soul Bugui hurriedly cast a mid-level supernatural power and collided with the Tyrannical Dragon Qi, and was smashed by the Tyrannical Dragon Qi in an instant, and finally the Tyrant Dragon Qi hit Soul Bugui heavily, causing Soul Bugui to vomit blood , the body is cracked.

"laugh!"

At this moment, a long spear entwined with dragon energy came through the air and took the soulless head.

"stop!"

The master of the Devil's Cult turned pale with fright.

"Boom!"

The head of the lost soul exploded, and Han Yu's spear smashed down, smashing his body to pieces.

"boom!"

At the same time, Han Yu cast a pattern storm, which instantly wiped away the flesh and blood of his soul, making him unable to live.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone was a little dazed.

Just now Han Yu was showing a tendency to be at a disadvantage, but he didn't expect that once he made a move, it would be a lore.

"ah!"

After the masters of the Devil's Cult reacted, each shouted, and one punched Han Yu.

"Boom!" In an instant, the terrifying aura of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Saint's early transformation star swept across the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, an elegant figure appeared in front of Han Yu, and the Mistress of Yaochi slapped out his palm, and lightly caught the opponent's punch.

"Do you want to cause a bloody battle between the two sides? I'm afraid that senior will destroy your Demon Cult first!" Yaochi Palace Master said coldly, looking at the Demon Cult's master.

The members of the Devil's Cult trembled and dared not do anything again.

"Bang bang bang..."

Those battle spirits exploded one after another following the death of their master, and soon disappeared.

The Mistress of Yaochi turned around and nodded to Han Yu, gave Han Yu an appreciative look, and returned to the righteous camp with a single movement.

"Boss was merciful to Xuanwu and Prince Peng just now, but this time he resolutely killed the soul and never returned. It seems that he has a deep hatred for the Demon Cult!" Meng Zuisheng secretly said.

The Yaozu and Demon Cult were instantly shrouded in cloud. Of the five competitions, Zhengdao won three. If they lost one more game, they could only continue to huddle in the northern wilderness.

"Who will fight!"

With his hands behind his back, Han Yu glanced coldly at the opponent's camp. As soon as this remark came out, the hearts of those masters in the late stage of martial arts on the other side trembled.

Can Han Yu fight again?