Chapter 1887 Wu Yazi

Ling Tianpeng just took a step forward, and the army slapped the horse and killed it, and the mountains shook suddenly, and the galaxy changed color. It seemed that what rushed was not a group of troops, but a black whirlwind, forming a vortex of terror behind the army, sweeping across the world. The blood on Wuya Mountain came rushing like a big wave, condensing into a murderous blood sword, which came first and killed the front of the army.

"kill!"

Ling Tianpeng shouted loudly, and the sword of judgment on his head rushed out, with a long white tail, peerless splendor, making the world eclipse.

"Run!"

In the distance, the onlookers were still in a daze, Han Yu let out a low shout, and took the old blacksmith away at high speed.

"boom!"

Two swords collide, one sword represents holiness, and the other represents killing.

The sound of terrifying collision instantly became the only one in the world, and the world was instantly filled with terrifying white and red brilliance.

The instant the two swords confronted each other, the blood-red sword exploded and turned into blood, and the sword of judgment flew back backwards. At the same time, the spirit canopy and the army also flew backwards.

"Pfft!" Ling Tianpeng spat out blood.

"Bang bang bang..." The opponent's troops exploded one after another, and more than a hundred masters all fell.

Afterwards, there were also living beings in a radius of tens of millions of miles, and countless living beings were shaken to death by the shock caused by the terrifying collision.

The spirit canopy flew upside down for tens of miles before landing on the ground, and the body slid on the ground for tens of feet before stopping. His face had become extremely pale, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This blow was not because he was stronger than that team of people, but because the Judgment Sword was stronger than the killing sword condensed with blood. Under this level of fighting, it was as strong as the Spirit Canopy, and its effect could be ignored.

"Xiaoyu, you're back."

Far away in the sky, the old blacksmith came back to his senses, surprised and delighted. If Han Yu hadn't reacted in time, he would have died in the aftermath of the powerful energy.

With his left hand facing the old blacksmith's junior, Han Yu's vitality poured into the old blacksmith's body continuously, helping him to heal his injuries quickly, and said with a smile: "Senior, long time no see."

"Wuyazi, don't you want to show up and see?" At this moment, the sound of Penglong from Lingtian sounded, Han Yu and the others stopped talking, and a terrifying beam of light shot out from their eyes, and they could see Wuya Mountain and the people outside Wuya Mountain. Ling canopy.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, from the depths of Wuya Mountain, a terrifying roar sounded, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Hearing this voice, Han Yu couldn't help being taken aback. The voice gave him a somewhat familiar feeling, like the roar of a tiger.

In the depths of Wuya Mountain, a white brilliance rushed out, propping up a large area in the bloody light. I saw a huge figure rising slowly and coming from the sky.

This is a big tiger with hair as white as snow and a "king" character on his forehead. He is majestic and looks extraordinary.

"The white tiger of the divine beast?" From the light emitted by the big tiger and the color of its fur, Han Yu could tell that this was a white tiger with the blood of a divine beast flowing in its body, and it was also a purebred divine beast.

Han Yu stared at the white tiger carefully for a while, and suddenly his heart moved.

This white tiger is Han Yu's incarnation.

Even though it has no connection with Han Yu now, Han Yu can be sure that it is the white tiger lost in the chaotic time and space.

Han Yu thought a lot at once, and Baihu probably didn't want to go back, but deliberately didn't want to go back.

"Does this girl want to leave me and set up her own family?" Han Yu frowned. Judging from the current aura of the white tiger, its cultivation base is far higher than that of Han Yu, and he has lost contact with Han Yu. It is not easy for Han Yu to control it.

"What did it get? Can it completely suppress the connection between me and it?" Han Yu thought.

"Wu Yazi, you finally came out." Ling Tianpeng said coldly.

"Wuyazi, is it Wuyazi?" Han Yu was stunned for three times. Then he let out a mouthful of turbid air, as if he had been enlightened.

In a sense, Wu Yazi is him, he is Wu Yazi. The strange feeling before has been explained.

"I, Wuya Mountain, have always been in harmony with your heavenly well, what do you mean by that?" Baihu said murderously.

"I want to ask you for some people." Ling Tianpeng said.

"Who?" Baihu asked coldly.

"People from the Baili family." Ling Tianpeng said.

"They have already left." Baihu said in a low voice.

"Let me go in and have a look." Ling Tianpeng didn't believe it.

"Hmph!" Baihu snorted heavily, stopped talking, his eyes flashed coldly, and he looked at Lingtianpeng with malicious intentions.

"Is the Baili family the family of the old lunatic? That means Da Ya's full name is Baili Luoxin?" Han Yu thought.

"If you don't let me, then I can only kill in." Ling Tianpeng said in a deep voice.

Baihu laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said: "Such a big tone, in front of me, how can you allow you to show off your might?"

"snort!"

Ling Tianpeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed at the white tiger, and the sword of judgment let out a long cry, turning into a beam of light and killing the white tiger.

"Boom!"

Wuya Mountain trembled, and countless bloody lights shot up into the sky, forming a huge bloody shield.

"when!"

The Sword of Judgment hit the bloody shield heavily, and the two held each other for a moment. The Sword of Judgment flew back upside down, while the bloody shield made a crackling sound, and then exploded.

The white tiger backed away with a muffled grunt, a trace of blood quietly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Holding the Sword of Judgment under the canopy of Lingtian, he stepped forward, aiming at Wuya Mountain.

"If I don't show off my power, I'll treat you like a sick cat. I'll let you come and go today!" The white tiger was furious, and uttered a series of mysterious spells from its mouth. Suddenly, from the depths of Wuya Mountain, a terrifying black In the mist, a black coffin flew out. Just like thousands of troops and horses pushing across the sky, they leaped over the white tiger and slammed into the canopy of the spirit.

The Sword of Judgment flew out on its own initiative, towards the black coffin.

"when!"

The sound of metal clapping resounded through the heaven and earth, the sword of judgment was shaken and flew back, and the black coffin continued to crush like a broken bamboo.

This coffin looks like iron but not iron, wood but not wood, stone but not stone, the size of an ordinary coffin, but it has the power to crush the sky and the earth and bury the heavens and myriad worlds.

The Sword of Judgment flew back and circled the spirit canopy, and then charged towards the coffin again. This time, the aura was a hundred times more terrifying than before.

"when!"

The two intersected again and again, and both of them were shocked to fly back.

Both Baihu and Lingtianpeng suffered from the terrifying counter-shock force and began to cough up blood.

"Kill!" Ling Tianpeng shouted in a low voice, and after the sword of judgment stabilized, he continued to kill.

"I don't know how to live or die!" The white tiger was furious, and controlled the coffin to smash into the void, crushing the gods and Buddhas. At the same time, the white tiger mobilized the power of Wuya Mountain, and the blood condensed into a killing sword.