Chapter 872 Arrogant Capital

Han Yu scanned around, and there were six people in total, one Wuwang Wuzhong, two Wuwang Sizhong, and three Wuwang Sanzhong.

The corners of Han Yu's mouth rose slightly, showing a sneer, and said: "There are so few people here who want to grab the young master, and they don't take the young master seriously!"

"Too arrogant, kill him!"

"Mismatch him into ten thousand pieces, and inspire me!"

The disciples of Tianchan Sect went crazy. Han Yu's arrogance, presumptuousness, and ruthlessness made them all angry.

"Hmph, can't you take it anymore?" Han Yu snorted coldly. In this world where strength is paramount, no one will sympathize with the weak. At this moment, the people of Tianchan believe that Han Yu is hateful and deserves to be killed.

But when they destroyed the Qiyaomen, the people of the Qiyaomen thought that the people they taught in Tianchan were hateful and should be killed.

"Shua!"

Before the other party could make a move, Han Yu fell to the ground.

The six people taught by Tianchan followed closely. They received orders to capture them alive, but they did not dare to launch a violent attack.

"boom……"

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

"Bang bang bang..."

The rice in the fields exploded into fly ash in an instant, and a large flag broke through the ground and rose against the wind. Every big flag was raised to a height of hundreds of feet.

The array base refined by Han Yu can already change size automatically.

There are 18 flags in total, blocking all directions, heaven and earth. Every big flag is like a giant standing, which makes people tremble when they see it.

On the ground and on the flag, black mist billowed, and soon covered the sky and the sun. From the black mist, a terrifying and murderous aura emanated, as if the peerless killing god had just woken up.

"There is an ambush, retreat quickly!"

The master of King Wu's fifth level was the first to react and soared into the sky.

"Boom..."

The black mist exploded, and a shocking sword slashed down, with a chilling intent. The masters who were as strong as Wu Wang Wuzhong felt that they could not resist the bombardment of Jianmang, so they quickly dodged to avoid it.

Just in the blink of an eye, the entire basin was shrouded in black mist. From the outside, the black mist surged, as if it had opened up the Nine Nether Demon Nest.

The murderous aura emanating from the black mist made the disciples of Tianchan sect far away in the core area tremble for a while.

"Shhhhhh..."

Within the black mist, the sword light roared, sharp and ear-piercing. Immediately afterwards, several screams sounded.

The three masters of Wuwang Sanzhong were completely vulnerable, and in an instant, they were pierced by the sword energy like a rainstorm meteor, and they were pierced to death by Wanjian.

Everyone in the Tianchan Sect is terrified, Han Yu is really too ruthless, this is the point where he will never die with the Tianchan Sect.

Inside the Tianchan Sect, countless figures rushed out quickly, and even the top leaders of the Tianchan Sect could not calm down.

"Boom boom boom..." One after another, the magical powers bombarded the Beiming Xuansha formation. As a result, even the masters of the sixth level of the Martial King, the magical powers they played were all digested by the Beiming Xuansha formation in an instant. .

There is no absolute strong to break the formation, no matter how many people there are, there is no threat to the Great Formation of Beiming Xuansha.

Another scream came out, and a master of the fourth level of Wuwang couldn't hold on, and was smashed into thousands of pieces by the terrifying sword glow. In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the formation.

"Yin Shouyi, if you don't want everyone inside to die, hand over Xiaojiao to me." Han Yu's voice sounded.

The masters of Tianchan sect searched for Han Yu's trace and wanted to kill Han Yu, but Han Yu's people were hidden in the formation, so they couldn't do anything about it.

"Little thief Han Yu, you still dare to make a condition with us. Even if the gods come today, this old man will keep your soul forever in purgatory!" The elder's voice rumbled.

"boom……"

In the core area of ​​Tianchan Sect, a horrifying blue light soared into the sky, dyeing the burning clouds in the sky blue. The Great Elder started.

"Do it if you have the ability!" Han Yu flew out of the formation.

The masters of the Tianchan sect rushed towards him like hungry wolves seeing meat, but after only a few steps, they stopped abruptly, not daring to move forward any more. Because Han Yu was holding a person in his hand, and this person was Yin Yimeng who Tianchan had been looking for recently.

"Shua!" An old man appeared hundreds of feet away, as if appearing out of nowhere.

This old man was wearing a white robe, his hair and beard were gray, his complexion was ruddy, his eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss, shining with a cold light. The aura on his body was like a vast ocean churning, it was extremely terrifying, he was actually the strongest of the Eightfold King of Martial Arts.

This person is none other than Qi Haokong, the Great Elder of Tianchan Sect.

"Son, what exactly do you want?" Qi Haokong asked angrily. Han Yu started killing when he came to the door, which caught them off guard. Now that Yin Yimeng is still in Han Yu's hands, it is even more difficult to deal with.

Yin Yimeng is no better than others, but the granddaughter of Yin Shouyi, the leader of the sect, and the younger sister of Yin Jinchan, the future successor of Tianchan Cult, with a transcendent status that cannot be lost.

"Stop it all!" Han Yu swept around, and there were still many people bombarding the Beiming Xuansha formation.

"Stop!" Qi Haokong ordered, and now it seemed that Han Yu had grabbed him seven inches. With a tone of discussion: "I told them to stop, let Yin Yimeng go!"

At this moment, Yin Yimeng was in a coma and looked extremely unwell, which made Qi Haokong even more afraid to move rashly.

"Tell Yin Shouyi and that bastard to get out!" Han Yu shouted.

Yin Shouyi never showed up, which made him extremely angry.

"Little thief, how dare you insult the leader!" One person roared with murderous intent.

"Shut up!" Han Yu scolded. The man didn't dare to speak back for a moment.

Suddenly, a sound and shadow rushed from behind Han Yu at an unpredictable speed.

"Chick!" Han Yu tore off Yin Yimeng's left hand without hesitation, blood splashed immediately, and the heart-piercing scream made people shudder after hearing it.

The figure stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to go forward again. It was only after the stop that everyone could see his real face clearly, he looked exactly like Qi Haokong, with a faint blue light emitting from his body, as if carved out of gemstones. This is the incarnation of Qi Haokong.

As long as you reach the realm of King Wu, you can cultivate an incarnation, that is, a clone. Some people in the Martial King realm can practice, and some can't.

"Put away those dirty tricks of yours!" Han Yu looked at Qi Haokong coldly. The power of his soul is always paying attention to every movement of grass within a range of 30,000 feet. If he wants to sneak attack him, there is no way.

Qi Haokong's face trembled wildly, and he roared: "Han Yu, let's let it go beforehand."

After Yin Yimeng cried out in pain, he passed out again.

Han Yu sneered and said, "Joke, I let her go, will you spare me?"

Qi Haokong hurriedly said: "Han Yu, the promise made by me, Qi Haokong, can be learned from heaven and earth!"

Han Yu scolded mercilessly: "What the people of your Tianchan school say is farting!"

Qi Haokong's face turned blue and white, but there was nothing he could do about Han Yu.

Han Yu looked in the direction of Tianchan and yelled: "Yin Shouyi, I will give you ten breaths, otherwise you will wait to collect Yin Yimeng's body!"