Chapter 645

Han Yu stood there, motionless, and said lightly: "I have given you a chance just now, but if you don't cherish it, you will have to kill me again!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, you are not Han Yu, otherwise how could you grow to such a terrifying level!" Yun Kong's eyes were red, and he yelled in panic. Han Yu's performance was completely beyond his tolerance. He took a huge blow to the soul.

Han Yu sneered and said, "It's rare to see something weird. If you haven't seen it before, do you think it doesn't exist?"

Yunkong stared at Han Yu firmly. Although he could hardly believe that Han Yu could grow to such a terrifying level, he couldn't see that the person in front of him was wearing a human skin mask.

Yunkong's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. Regardless of whether the person in front of him was Han Yu or not, he must have been invited by Mu Tianxiao. With the grievances and resentments between Mu Tianxiao and Baihu Villa, the Baihu Villa might be over this time.

As the patron saint of Baihu Villa, with the blood of the white tiger flowing in his body, Yunkong will never allow anyone to threaten Baihu Villa.

Yunkong burned the blood power in his body without hesitation, and the aura on his body began to surge, but Yunkong's blood power was too thin, even if he burned it all, he could not successfully break through the first level. But the strength has at least tripled.

"The power of burning blood, you are really willing, but unfortunately you are not my opponent." Han Yu shook his finger. Not to mention that Yun Kong is the fourth level of Tianwu, even if he is at the eighth or ninth level of Tianwu, Han Yu can kill him.

"I think the power of your bloodline should be left to my Shenlong." Han Yu moved and rushed towards Yunkong.

At this moment, a white sword suddenly appeared in Yunkong's hand, exuding a terrifying sense of killing, it turned out to be a soldier of the venerable.

Yunkong urged the white sword with all his strength, and with one stroke, he slashed at Han Yuli.

"Although your combat power is strong, but I have the soldiers of the venerable, what can you do to me?" Yun Kong's face was grim. With the blessing of the soldiers of the venerable, he was not afraid of Han Yu at all.

Han Yu sneered, and the Boyi Knife quietly appeared in his hand, and he met Yunkong's treasured knife without hesitation.

"boom……"

When the two knives collided, there was a terrifying loud noise, Yunkong's palm was directly shattered, and the treasured knife in his hand flew upside down and plunged into the wall.

"Soldiers of the Venerable, why do you have the Soldiers of the Venerable?" Yun Kong was desperate, his only reliance was the Soldiers of the Venerable, but he had no advantage.

What responded to him was a big black knife, and Yunkong was cut in half amidst the screams.

Han Yu glanced at Yunkong's body, feeling a little regretful, Yunkong's blood power was not high at all, and it was burned by him, and there was not much left at this time.

Han Yu shook his head, pulled out the white sword, and confessed with blood. This sword is called the White Tiger Sword, and at the end of the handle is a roaring white tiger, which looks majestic and intimidating.

Han Yu put away Boyi Knife and Baihu Knife, and went to open the door of another room. Lin Zheng and Mu Wantong were indeed inside, but they are now unconscious.

Han Yu checked the bodies of the two of them. Seeing that there was nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief, and put the two of them in the spirit-swallowing gourd. They were just drugged, and they would wake up by themselves when the time came.

Inside the spirit-swallowing gourd, Lin Zi was overjoyed, glanced at the void, and his expression became a little complicated.

Han Yu didn't pay much attention to the things in the swallowing gourd, and left here quickly.

The collision of the soldiers of the venerable just now caused quite a shock, and many people were attracted, but although there were many people, no one could stop Han Yu's pace.

Outside, Mu Tianxiao and Yun Shangxiao were fighting in full swing. With the power of the Xuanshui Sword, Yun Shangxiao was on par with Mu Tianxiao for the time being.

Han Yu threw the White Tiger Saber to Mu Tianxiao without hesitation. Although with Mu Tianxiao's ability, Yun Shangxiao would definitely not be his opponent if he fought for a long time, but Han Yu didn't want to waste time on this meaningless battle.

Seeing the White Tiger Knife, Yun Shangxiao couldn't help screaming, and looking at Han Yu, he was even more dazed.

The White Tiger Knife is Yunkong's personal magic weapon, and it was acquired by Han Yu. Doesn't that mean that Yunkong has already suffered bad luck? Yun Shangxiao couldn't imagine how Han Yu did it.

In the confrontation between masters, even the slightest flaw could be fatal.

Mu Tianxiao took the White Tiger Saber, shook the Xuanshui Sword with one strike, and finished Yun Shangxiao with the second strike. Yun Shangxiao's death was witnessed by most people in Baihu Villa, and the entire sect was in turmoil for a while.

Holding the White Tiger Knife, Mu Tianxiao reached out and grabbed the Xuanshui Sword. Then he looked in the direction of the White Tiger Villa and said, "Listen to the people from the White Tiger Villa. Shangxiao is dead, if you don't want to die with me, get out immediately."

"ah?"

All of a sudden, there were screams one after another. Originally, Yun Shangxiao was dead, and many people were still holding on to hope that Yun Kong would come out to calm the chaos. Unexpectedly, the guardian god, Yun Kong, also died. Many people's spiritual pillars collapsed instantly.

Many people chose to leave right away, but there were also some people who were absolutely loyal to the White Tiger Villa. As for the latter, although Mu Tianxiao did not kill them all, he still abolished their cultivation.

In just half a day, the Baihu Mountain Villa, which has been powerful in Qinzhou for thousands of years, was completely empty. Han Yu and Mu Tianxiao worked together to collect the natural materials and earthly treasures of Baihu Villa, and then a fire broke out, turning this ancient sect into ashes.

"Careful, it's been a long time since I've been so cheerful!" Looking at the burning Baihu Villa, Mu Tianxiao laughed heartily, and today was considered to have fulfilled one of his wishes.

Han Yu said: "Senior, let's go, find a place to stay first, and I will return the second uncle and the others to you."

Mu Tianxiao asked, "How are Zheng'er and Tong'er doing now?"

Han Yu said: "They have been drugged, and now they are unconscious, nothing serious."

Mu Tianxiao nodded and said, "Okay, let's go, Xiaoxiang City is the closest, so we'll go there. Xiaoyu, return your treasured sword."

Mu Tianxiao handed the White Tiger Saber to Han Yu.

Han Yu said: "Senior, this knife is for you."

Mu Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "I can't accept such a precious thing." Although Mu Tianxiao was very envious of the Venerable's soldiers, he was not a greedy person.

Han Yudao: "I already have a treasured sword of the rank of the Soldier of the Venerable. This sword was snatched from Yunkong, and it can be regarded as a gift to the Buddha with flowers. Seniors, don't refuse."

Hearing what Han Yu said, Mu Tianxiao was not humble. He put away the White Tiger Knife happily and said, "Xiaoyu, thank you very much."

Han Yu smiled and said, "Senior, you're being polite."

Although the soldiers of the venerable are priceless, they can be said to be treasures that cannot be found in Jingzhou and Qinzhou. But the treasured sword is given to heroes, and Mu Tianxiao deserves to have this white tiger sword.