Chapter 620

After Lu Xumiao burned all the power of his blood, his cultivation base rose from the fifth level of Tianwu to the sixth level of Tianwu. He forcibly suppressed the terrifying aura of Boyi Dao, and chased after Han Yu with a loud roar.

The vitality in Lu Xumiao's body was completely mobilized by him, and it continuously rushed towards the Chiyan Sword in his hand. The sword light on the Chiyan Sword changed from one foot to two feet, and from two feet to three feet... It continued to increase dramatically. When he was still three hundred feet away from Han Yu, the sword light had grown to more than thirty Zhang Zhang looks terrifying.

Han Yu, who was three hundred feet away, could feel the fiery breath emanating from the Chiyan Sword, which made Han Yu feel as if his body was about to ignite spontaneously.

Han Yu glanced back, looking at the tens of feet long sword light, Lu Xumiao clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, like crazy, he knew that Lu Xumiao was going to fight him desperately, ready One sword is life and death.

If Han Yu's speed is faster than Lu Xumiao's, he can still escape, but Lu Xumiao's speed is faster than Han Yu's. Han Yu can't get rid of him at all. The only way is to use the strongest state Go to meet and see who wins in the end.

Han Yu's only advantage now is that he has the white dragon to travel, so he doesn't have to be distracted to think about how to fly. The white dragon kept changing its trajectory, delaying the time to meet Lu Xumiao. Han Yu put away the Boyi Knife, and frantically refined the medicinal materials with both hands.

Seeing the medicinal materials quickly turn into fly ash in Han Yu's hands, Lu Xumiao's eyes widened. The speed of refining medicinal materials is too fast, right?

After more than ten minutes of chasing and fleeing, the white dragon led Lu Xumiao around the mountain. Lu Xumiao did not rush to attack Han Yu either, this time was his strongest blow, if Han Yu could not be killed with one blow, he would have to exhaust himself, so he appeared very cautious.

However, although the speed of the white dragon is fast and the reaction is very sensitive, the distance between the two is always getting closer.

Not long after, the distance between the two was shortened to about 150 feet, and they had already entered Lu Xumiao's attack range, but Lu Xumiao did not attack rashly, he wanted to kill with one blow, and no mistakes were allowed.

In the distance, Jiang Lixuan and Ma Pingchuan had long been attracted by the battle here, seeing Lu Xumiao's flames rushing into the air, their hearts were mad, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Whether Han Yu can save the day, they don't know.

There are also many people from the Lu clan who are waiting and watching. If Lu Xumiao wins, the crisis of the Lu clan will be resolved. If Lu Xumiao loses, the Lu clan will become the history of Jingzhou.

There is no one on both sides whose heart is not torn.

Suddenly, a terrifying murderous intent shot up into the sky, and the Boyi Knife appeared in Han Yu's hands.

Han Yu turned around to look at Lu Xumiao, and the white dragon carried him away at high speed.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The vitality in Han Yu's body continuously turned into streaks of qi pythons, rushed out of his body and poured into the Boyi Knife, and the light on the Boyi Knife began to skyrocket. Not long after, it turned into more than twenty feet, which is breathtaking.

Although Han Yu's sword glow is not as majestic as Lu Xumiao's sword glow, Han Yu's sword glow is blessed with dragon energy, making it more introverted.

When the distance was about forty feet, Lu Xumiao made a move.

The Chiyan sword was in his hand, and he used it as a saber, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed down with all his strength. The terrifying sword light had the momentum to cut through the void, and the terrifying heat waves hit Han Yu wave after wave.

The white dragon stopped, and Han Yu held the handle of the Boyi knife with both hands, and slashed up obliquely against the sky, the black knife's light cracked the mountain and the ground.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the world trembled. There are only two colors left in the world, red and black.

Red is dazzling, black is deep; red is like a sea of ​​fire collapsing, and black is like hell opening.

"Boom..."

The two colors collided together, like thunderclouds colliding, and the spectators who were tens of miles away felt the void tremble. No one could see who would win between Han Yu and Lu Xumiao. Where they were, the flames were boiling and black air was lingering.

"Brother Han, you have to hold on!"

Jiang Lixuan clenched his fists tightly, and cold sweat slipped from his fingers.

"Grandpa, hold on!"

Lu Chenhao's eyes were bloodshot, and his body trembled involuntarily because of nervousness.

Time passed quietly, and strong winds swept all directions.

It took a full ten minutes before the energy flow on the battlefield dissipated with the wind, and what everyone saw was thrilling.

The mountains collapsed, the ground exploded, the rivers flowed backwards, and everything became empty. The place where Han Yu and Lu Xumiao fought, within a radius of three miles, was covered with scars and completely deformed.

Everyone's eyes began to search for the figures of Han Yu and Lu Xumiao in the ruins. They scanned around and saw only Lu Xumiao with bruises all over his body, and the Chiyan Sword, Boyi Knife, and Spirit-swallowing Gourd scattered aside, without Han Yu. Even Han Yu's mount, the white dragon, disappeared without a trace.

Several masters on the side of the Holy Kingdom of Xilai felt nervous, where did Han Yu go? Could it be that in the aftermath of the explosion, it was already wiped out?

Jiang Lixuan suddenly felt dizzy and staggered back a few steps.

The blow just now had the power to destroy heaven and earth, and it was not difficult at all to blow a person into flying ashes.

"Oh oh oh……"

The members of the Lu Dynasty began to cheer, and some wept with joy.

Lu Qiongxiao, Lu Qiongxing, and Lu Chenhao heaved a long sigh of relief, tears slipped down quietly, and finally killed Han Yu, and the Lu family was finally saved from the scourge of extermination.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Three figures rushed over from three directions.

One is Jiang Lixuan, one is Ma Pingchuan, and the other is Dark Demon Dragon.

The people of the Lu clan were suddenly struck by lightning. It is true that Han Yu died, but Lu Xumiao's current situation is not good, and on the side of the Holy Kingdom of Xilai, there are two masters of the second level of heaven and martial arts, one of which is a first-order celestial beast. . Even without Han Yu, who can stand in their way? Lu Qiongxiao and Lu Qiongxing shouted loudly one after another, and rushed over in a hurry.

At this moment, Lu Xumiao, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up, his gaze swept three directions, his coldness was like lightning, causing Jiang Lixuan, Ma Pingchuan, and the dark dragon to stop abruptly.

"Death!" Lu Xumiao didn't say much, only uttered one word. But this word is more soul-stirring than Nine Heavens Thunder.

The people of the Lu clan cheered again, shouting long live the old emperor, their voices piercing the heavens.

Lu Xumiao walked over slowly and picked up the Chiyan Sword. Although he is seriously injured now, his state of burning blood power has not dissipated, and he still maintains the sixth level of Tianwu.

The second level of Tianwu, the first-level celestial beast, is no different from ants in his eyes.

And he is also ready to kill all the people who threaten the Lu Dynasty before he exits the state.

Lu Xumiao glanced at Boyi Knife and Soul-Tuning Gourd, his eyes lit up, he went to pick it up, tied the Gourd of Soul-Tuning Gourd on his belt naturally, put Boyi Knife into the Qiankun bag, and then soared into the sky, towards the horse Hirakawa killed.

"General Jiang, Dragon King, help me!" Ma Pingchuan yelled, he didn't have the courage to fight against Lu Xumiao alone.