Chapter 781

Many people think that if Han Yu grows up, he will definitely be more terrifying than Sun Dabao.

Everyone speculated about the origin of the two, whether they came from the same place, or casual cultivators randomly combined on the road. But listening to Sun Dabao call Han Yu big brother so affectionately, like two brothers. It's just puzzling that the eldest brother is also very powerful, but why is his cultivation level not as high as that of his younger brother?

Only then did everyone realize that the masked man was not enough to represent Han Yu at all. Han Yu was full of mystery, and some people began to call Han Yu a mysterious man.

"Dong Xuanwu, what's going on?" the young master of Purple Feather Palace yelled while staring at Dong Xuanwu with bloodshot eyes.

The people of Tianchan Sect also had a bad look on their faces. The first thing they thought was that Han Yu was a member of Jinzhong Sect.

"He's not someone I taught Jin Zhong!" Dong Xuanwu said gloomyly. The person from the Admiralty Sect has returned, but as they expected, the entire army was wiped out. What made Dong Xuanwu even more difficult to calm down was that Han Yu actually made him feel threatened.

If this is said, I'm afraid they will be laughed out of their teeth. The number one expert of the younger generation of Jin Zhongjiao, one of the four masters of Xiling, actually feels threatened by a person with a low cultivation level. But Dong Xuanwu was very sure that this was a threat, a huge threat.

"I killed him!" The young master of Purple Feather Palace yelled, he was the ninth level of Wu Zun, and he took the initiative to lead the masters of Purple Feather Palace to attack Han Yu frantically.

A series of supernatural powers were displayed by the masters of Wu Zun Yazhong and Wu Zun Jiuzhong, possessing the power to destroy the world, destroying a thousand-foot mountain with one move, without any effort. But the mountain peaks in this basin are protected by mysterious forces. They didn't destroy the mountains here, but just raised dust.

Han Yu's body, like a fallen leaf in a strong wind, was blown to the east, to the west, to the sky, to the ground, and he couldn't help himself. Han Yu simply ignored it, protected his head with the pattern shield and vitality shield, and let the people of Purple Feather Palace bombard him wildly.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and some people in Purple Feather Palace were already out of breath, and they were using supernatural powers non-stop and with high intensity.

And Han Yu, floating around in the wild bombardment, was unscathed.

The onlookers were already dumbfounded, but what they saw today was like a dream. As strong as Yin Jinchan, Prince Shura, etc., also showed solemn expressions. There was such a person in Xiling, which made them all feel the pressure.

In another battlefield, Sun Dabao single-handedly challenged the three masters. Although he was at a disadvantage, the three of them couldn't help him for a while, and fought extremely hard.

"Boom!"

Han Yu took the opportunity to make a move, and slapped a man of the eighth level of martial arts into serious injuries with his palm.

The people in Purple Feather Palace are going crazy, Han Yu is like copper skin and iron bones, he can't be beaten. If this continues, they will be defeated by Han Yu one by one.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and another half hour slipped away quietly. In Ziyu Palace, two more masters of the eighth level of Wu Zun were injured by Han Yu one after another.

The hatred of the people in Purple Feather Palace gradually turned into fear at the beginning, and the situation has become unfavorable to them.

A strong man at the peak of Wu Zun resolutely abandoned Sun Dabao and came to Han Yu.

"How dare you underestimate me!" Sun Dabao was furious, shook the remaining two people away with a stick, and then rushed directly to kill that person.

"Hit the bird with a stick!"

Sun Dabao turned to the wooden stick in his hand, and the wooden stick was smashed at the man densely. The man screamed in fright, and hastened to resist.

"Bang bang bang..."

Nine sticks were thrown down together, and the man blocked eight sticks with all his strength. The last stick hit his lower body, making a scream like a wolf's howl. Blood flowed across his lower body, staining his crotch red.

Everyone was in a daze, this is really a bird stick method!

Some men involuntarily covered their lower body, feeling an inexplicable pain in the balls.

The other two masters rushed towards Sun Dabao.

"Hit the crow stick!"

The wooden stick in Sun Dabao's hand turned into thirteen and smashed at the two of them, breaking their arms and coughing up blood.

Originally, the three of them were capable of suppressing Sun Dabao, but one of them retreated suddenly, instantly tilting the balance of victory to Sun Dabao, and was beaten to death by Sun Dabao.

"Run!" The man who had been injured in the lower body just now yelled, and fled out of the basin immediately.

The three of them, the peak warriors, joined forces in their heyday to suppress Sun Dabao. At this moment, all three of them were seriously injured, and if the fight continued, no one would be able to please.

All of a sudden, the people of Purple Feather Palace scattered like bereaved dogs. Holding a wooden stick, Sun Dabao chased him all the way, as if chasing a sheep. Han Yu also chased after a group of people, bombarding and killing them continuously.

Everyone can no longer express their current feelings in words. It is unimaginable that a first-class sect with more than 30 masters was defeated by two people. The most important thing is that the cultivation base of these two people is not as high as that of the strongest in Purple Feather Palace, this is the scariest thing.

"ah……"

Suddenly, a scream came out, and a strong man at the peak of Wu Zun was killed by Sun Dabao under the stick.

"These two are simply monsters!" Some people exclaimed.

Some people secretly rejoiced that they didn't follow this path, otherwise they would be tragic too. Who would have thought that besides the first-class sect, there would be such a vigorous person.

"Boom..."

A master of the eighth level of martial arts was bombarded by Han Yu three times in a row, his body exploded, and he died unexpectedly.

"Ahhh..."

Three screams sounded one after another, Sun Dabao swept out with a stick, and the three of them were killed at the same time!

At this time, both he and Han Yu chased to the edge of the basin and stopped at the same time. Of the more than thirty masters in Ziyu Palace, only a dozen escaped, and half of them were seriously injured.

Han Yu and Sun Dabao looked at each other, the former smiled lightly, while the latter put the stick on his shoulder and grinned loudly.

"readily!"

Sun Dabao's voice rolled like thunder, deep and chaotic.

"Da Leopard, gather up all their corpses!" Han Yu shouted.

Just now, people spilled blood one after another, and the cyan dragon in Han Yu's body was excited, and it had a special physique. But Han Yu couldn't be too blatant in picking the corpses, and gathered all the corpses so that others could not guess what he was going to do.

Sun Dabao didn't know why Han Yu wanted these corpses, but he didn't ask any further questions, and returned all the way, bringing all the corpses back. Han Yu took a piece of clothes and put them on, and started to gather the corpses as he went back.

Everyone was inexplicably surprised, what on earth are these two people going to do? People have been killed, so why put their bodies away? Do you still want to humiliate the corpse?

Most of the corpses had been turned into fly ash, and after gathering together, there were only seven corpses left. Fortunately, among the seven corpses, two had special physiques. Han Yu calmly collected all the corpses under the watchful eyes of everyone.