Chapter 882: Sacred Artifacts Counterattack

"Tuoba Guang! Sun Xiang! What happened to you? Answer me." Bai Zhubei shouted, and then no one answered on the other side of the fire wall, obviously dead.

Bai Zhubei's eyes showed a monstrous hatred, raised the green dagger in his hand, and roared: "Situ Yu, I want you to pay with blood, die!"

Waves of holy weapon power fluctuated from the green dagger, and the entire round platform was filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

Yang Qian, Gao An, Gao Yunhu, and Guo Xun avoided far away, while Situ Yu stood opposite Bai Zhubei, sneering: "Do you want to kill me so much? Come and try."

"Die, Situ Yu! Qinghong Strike!"

Bai Zhubei's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his body began to twist strangely. It was obvious that he was overdrawing his body's strength. This attack infused almost all of his strength, all of which poured into the green dagger.

The hand rose and the knife fell, and the green dagger swung down suddenly, drawing a circular arc, slashing towards Situ Yu.

A green light shot up into the sky, cutting the entire circular platform in an instant. Even the top of Jiyan Mountain outside the circular platform could clearly see this horrific scene. The people on the mountainside were all shocked. They saw an extremely rich and huge green arc light like the sickle of the god of death, cutting down in a semi-arc shape. Anything in front of this arc light was as fragile as paper.

Facing this shocking blow, Situ Yu was not a fool to stand there and let others chop him. He hurriedly dodged this terrifying blow.

"Bai Zhubei, I said, you can't grasp the true power of the holy weapon at all." Situ Yu laughed.

Bai Zhubei was panting, and it was obvious that the blow consumed too much of his strength.

Li Hanxue knew very well that Bai Zhubei could only use the holy weapon three times. After three times, he would be physically exhausted and no longer able to activate the holy weapon.

"It seems that even with a holy weapon, you need the strength to wield it."

Bai Zhubei frowned: "Situ Yu, don't be too proud, I will let you know how powerful I am now."

Bai Zhubei muttered a spell in his mouth, and it was unknown what secret method he was performing. After reciting the spell, he seemed to have been reborn, and his aura became three times stronger.

Swish!

Without any warning, two swords were slashed out, forming a cross, sweeping towards Situ Yu.

Situ Yu was shocked and dodged repeatedly, but the sword light was so huge that it almost blocked all of Situ Yu's retreat.

Situ Yu had no choice but to curl up and survive in the cracks to avoid this sudden attack.

"Situ Yu, do you think I will let you avoid it so easily?"

Swish!

Another sword was slashed out, and this sword blasted out, Situ Yu had no place to hide, he could only choose to resist it, otherwise he would die!

"Ah..." Situ Yu screamed and was drowned in the green light.

Everyone's heart was hanging at this moment.

Song Rou showed an extremely angry look on her face, and vented to the gray-haired old man: "Elder, why don't you cancel Bai Zhubei's qualifications? He used the holy weapon to destroy the balance of the trial. What kind of ability is this?"

The gray-haired old man shook his head and said: "Bai Zhubei did not violate the rules, we have no reason to cancel his qualifications!"

"If anything happens to Brother Situ, you will all die!" Song Rou was full of hatred.

After Bai Zhubei slashed out three swords, the whole person seemed to be exhausted. After putting away the green dagger, his eyes rolled up and he fell down.

The gray-haired old man detained Bai Zhubei. After all, Bai Zhubei was the young master of the Xuanyan tribe, with a special status. If he died in the Yunyan tribe, it would be troublesome.

At this time, Situ Yu's figure gradually appeared. It turned out that he was not dead, but a large incision was cut in his abdomen, and even his internal organs could be seen clearly, which was very shocking.

His eyes were red as blood, and every strand of hair was like a flame, burning fiercely.

But his aura has weakened too much, not as strong as it was in his prime.

Yang Qian and others were shocked: "How is it possible? He was hit by the holy weapon, but he is not dead!"

Situ Yu's face was ferocious: "Why, are you surprised that I am not dead? The holy weapon depends on who is using it. Bai Zhubei wants to kill me? It's too early!"

Indeed, Bai Zhubei's power is not strong enough. If it was Guo Xun or Yang Qian who just issued that sword, Situ Yu might not be able to stand up now.

If it was Li Hanxue who slashed that sword, Situ Yu might have turned into ashes now.

In the final analysis, the power of weapons cannot determine everything. Only the strength of the warrior himself is the foundation.

Situ Yu was repeatedly injured and became like a wounded tiger. He became irritable and lost all his patience.

"You all die."

Situ Yu took action. He first aimed at the Gao brothers.

"Qianyan Qianhuan!"

Situ Yu's body was shaken, and the raging fire rushed out, instantly submerging the entire round platform.

Everyone was immersed in the flames, and one Situ Yu appeared after another. They were the incarnations of flames, transparent and pure red, exactly the same as Situ Yu's own state. No one could tell who was real and who was fake.

The Gao brothers were shocked and fought back to back.

"Die!"

The four "Situ Yu" rushed towards the Gao brothers from four directions.

The Gao brothers used their magical powers to attack, trying to force Situ Yu back.

However, Situ Yu fell from above unexpectedly, and two fists were printed on the foreheads of the two.

Puff!

The two men's eyes scattered, their bodies softened, and they fell down and could not stand up again.

After killing the Gao brothers, Situ Yu appeared in front of Guo Xun again.

Guo Xun was horrified and tried to escape, but he couldn't run away. Even though he was a ninth-level wild warrior, he was still too fragile in front of Situ Yu. There was no doubt that Guo Xun was also submerged in the flames.

At this time, the extremely hot flame was still moving in the air. It flashed suddenly and flashed in front of Li Hanxue.

Li Hanxue was quick-eyed and quick-handed, reaching out to grab the extremely hot flame.

Situ Yu sneered: "Qin Liuyan, you are so stupid. With Yang Qian as a precedent, you dare to grab the extremely hot flame with your bare hands."

Situ Yu was fearless. The heat of this extremely hot flame was terrifying. No one dared to grab it. If anyone did, it could only be him, because he had a special physique of burning body. Only he could withstand such high temperature with his body, so he didn't trap the extremely hot flame, because he didn't worry about others grabbing it.

Yang Qian was also shocked when he saw Li Hanxue take action. Now, only he, Qin Liuyan and Situ Yu were left. If Li Hanxue was injured or killed again, then his desire to defeat Situ Yu would become a delusion. Now Yang Qian's only way out was to win Li Hanxue over and fight Situ Yu together with him.

Yang Qian shouted: "Brother Qin, don't grab that extremely hot flame! It's extremely hot, you can't grab it!"

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