Chapter 1828 Killing

Just when Yun Taixu and his sword were about to touch Han Yu, the scene suddenly changed, and he appeared in a strange world surrounded by flowing light curtains, like water curtains.

"The mind world?"

Yun Taixu exclaimed.

Han Yu appeared and looked at him meaningfully.

"You are a master in the late stage of martial arts, aren't you Han Yu?" Yun Taixu was so frightened that he couldn't keep up his mind, and kept backing away.

Han Yu slapped and fanned out.

"Bang bang bang..."

The thoughts of the three exploded in an instant, turning into light rain and dissipating.

When Han Yu returned to reality, the three of them were already lying in front of him.

"Roar!"

The white dragon uttered an excited cry, rushed out of Han Yu's dantian, looked at Yun Taixu, his eyes sparkled. With a sudden inhalation, a stream of blood origin Qi rushed out of Yun Taixu's body, and was happily absorbed by the white dragon.

Then the white dragon began to bloom with terrifying white brilliance, screaming in pain, its body split open, and gradually transformed into shape.

In the end, the white dragon turned into another Yun Taixu and obtained all of Yun Taixu's memories.

"Is there a master disguised as a young disciple who came in to kill me?" Han Yu couldn't help being happy when he received the message from the white dragon.

Yun Taixu, transformed into a white dragon, took off Yun Taixu's clothes and put on Yun Taixu's blue sword on his back.

Han Yu quietly waited for the black hole to feed back, but the result disappointed him, the black hole remained silent.

Han Yu glanced at the sky, and couldn't help frowning. The suppression of heaven is too terrible, and even the black hole can't feed back for him to break through. From this point of view, it would be as difficult for him to go further.

Han Yu sighed secretly, and drew out the original blood energy of the other two, allowing the purple dragon to devour them. The purple dragon has reached the verge of resurrection, because the dragon energy spit out does not add more than 100% to Han Yu's combat power, and does not have the basic conditions for resurrection. At this time, even if it swallows the blood's original energy, it cannot be resurrected. Raising his hand to destroy the bodies of the three, Han Yu took the white dragon back into his body and moved on.

Before the jade tablet outside, the masters of Yuxu Sacred Palace went crazy. The names of the three people from Yuxu Sacred Palace disappeared from the jade tablet together, it was simply unreal, and many people couldn't help rubbing their eyes.

"These three are all masters of the fifth level of lotus in the middle stage of martial arts. Who can kill three of them at the same time? Don't give them a chance to use the life-saving talisman? Who has such great ability?"

"Han Yu? Sword Dao One? Ling Zun... Who is it?"

Yuxu Shenggong couldn't think of who it was, and neither could anyone else.

Ling Xiaohan and other masters of the Supreme Holy Land frowned, three of them died at the same time, which is really unusual.

"Even if it is Ling Zun, it is very difficult to kill three people at the same time. Unless it is a sneak attack, but he doesn't have to do it. Is it the first sword? There is no enmity between the first sword and the Yuxu Sacred Palace. Do you want to do this? The only one who can do it is Han Yu, but does Han Yu have the ability?" Ling Xiaohan's thoughts were spinning rapidly.

Time continued to advance, and suddenly, the name of another person from Yuxu Holy Palace disappeared from the jade tablet.

This person is a master of the sixth level of Hualian in the middle stage of martial arts, and he is one of the people who disguised himself to go in and prepare to assassinate Han Yu.

"How is it possible? Could it be that other sects also sent disguised masters in?" Yun Daoyuan, the master of Yuxu Sacred Palace, was greatly moved.

However, he had a ghost in his heart and dared not speak out the speculation in his heart.

"Boy, I said that the Ten Thousand Races Conference will definitely smash your mouth!"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap sounded, and half of Meng Zuisheng's mouth was instantly torn, and he fell to the ground and coughed up blood.

"Devil, you'd better kill me, or I won't let you go." Meng Zuisheng roared angrily.

When encountering a master of the Devil's Cult who is the second level of Hualian in the middle stage of martial arts, he is not an enemy at all. Quietly took out the life-saving talisman, ready to escape.

"Boom!"

The Demon Sect master stepped on it, and Meng Zuisheng's hand exploded.

The Demon Cult man squatted down and picked up the life-saving talisman, and said with a sneer, "Even the life-saving talisman can't save you!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped on Meng Zuisheng's mouth, crushing Meng Zuisheng's entire mouth to pieces.

"Devil, my boss will never spare you!" Meng Zuisheng shouted in a vague voice.

"Your boss? Is it Han Yu? How long he can live is unknown. Do you still count on him?" The man said, stepping on Meng Zuisheng's heart, slowly exerting force, slowly pulling Meng Zuisheng's body Heart crushed.

"Are you regretting that you didn't enjoy life well before? Don't worry, I won't let you die too quickly, I will let you enjoy the pain!"

The man stepped on Meng Zuisheng's left knee, crushing Meng Zuisheng's knee slowly.

"Kill me if you have the guts!" Meng Zuisheng yelled, death is a kind of relief for him now.

"Hey..." The man let out a sinister laugh. Halfway through the laugh, it stopped abruptly, his head exploded like a watermelon, and he fell down straight.

"Shua!"

A figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared in front of Meng Zuisheng in an instant.

"Boss..." Meng Zuisheng exclaimed in surprise.

Han Yu squatted down and helped Meng Zuisheng up, and the vitality poured into Meng Zuisheng's body continuously to help him heal his injuries.

"Boss, I knew you would definitely come." Meng Zuisheng suddenly hugged Han Yu and burst into tears.

Han Yu was speechless for a while, and scolded with a smile: "A big man, why are you crying?"

Han Yu pushed Meng Zuisheng away, quickly refined several medicinal herbs to heal him, and waited until Meng Zuisheng had almost recovered before saying, "Heal your wounds yourself, and I will help you protect the law."

"Boom..."

Suddenly, there were terrifying loud noises from all directions, a terrible collapse in the void, and a square mask appeared, enveloping Han Yu and Meng Zuisheng.

"What's going on?" Meng Zuisheng was taken aback.

"Heal with peace of mind." Han Yu said lightly.

Meng Zuisheng glanced around, nodded and calmed down.

Four figures appeared around, slowly walking towards Han Yu, and one of them was an old man surnamed Ren.

"The four masters of the seventh stage of Hualian in the middle stage of martial arts are here." Han Yu smiled faintly.

Of these four people, two are members of Yuxu Sacred Palace, and two are members of the Demon Cult. After Han Yu got Yun Taixu's memory, he used a trick to lure the four of them to show up, but unexpectedly, the four of them came very quickly.

"Han Yu, this space has been blocked by us. Even if you have a life-saving talisman, you will not be able to escape to heaven. Obediently hand over that thing, and the old man will let you die!" The old man surnamed Ren shouted sullenly.

"Since you have to die if you hand it over, why should I hand it over?" Han Yu said with a faint smile, his eyes swept across the four people meaningfully.

"Brother Ren, stop talking nonsense with him. After I refine his soul, he will naturally hand over your things obediently." An old man from the Demon Cult smiled cruelly.