Chapter 390 The Battle Between Two Powerful Men

Chapter 389 The confrontation between two terrifying strong men

"I haven't agreed yet!"

Han Yu lay paralyzed on the ground, half dead, with little energy left to move.

"The last sentence is not what I said."

Qi Ling shook his head with a strange expression, but there was no one else here!

The wax-faced man suddenly looked up at the sky, his voice slightly cold.

"Sure enough, my nose is as sharp as a dog's. You can chase me wherever I go!"

It turned out that not only Han Yu heard this sentence, but also the wax-faced man.

Suddenly a touch of green floated in the cloudless blue sky.

A huge green leaf floated down and then it was finally possible to see clearly a figure standing on the green leaf.

The person who came appeared to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in green clothes, with a bun on his head, a square face, and a free and easy manner.

"Don't agree blindly, lest Master Dao chop off one more."

Well, speaking is also very special.

The Taoist glanced at the half-dead Han Yu with a smile in his eyes. Then he put his sword fingers together and waved his hand. The sword energy from all directions strangled the wax-faced man at the same time.

Facing the Taoist's tactics, the wax-faced man also grabbed him with five fingers and claws.

The strong wind danced wildly, with no gorgeous trembling, and no movement of the earth shattering, but only Han Yu, who was in it, knew how terrifying the confrontation between the two sides was.

Just a simple collision between the two, the powerful pressure made him almost breathless, and the power that accidentally overflowed almost crushed him into the soil again.

The strength of both sides is not overwhelming, but it actually looks inconspicuous.

There is only one possibility!

Both compressed their power to the extreme and utilized it to the extreme.

After some probing, Han Yu could feel that the wax-faced man was at a disadvantage. Without him, when the two sides stopped fighting, the Taoist remained calm, but a corner of the wax-faced man's embroidery was cut off.

A slight difference is a thousand miles away!

Among masters, this is often the difference.

"You are a rat who knows how to find opportunities. I accidentally let you sneak into Central Continent. It is such a failure."

After the Taoist stopped his hand, he stood with his hands behind his back and sneered.

"It seems that the Holy Religion's campaign against you is still too light."

The wax-faced man also retorted.

The two sides went back and forth, but the amount of information was huge. The implication was that the Corpse Refining lineage also had an evenly matched opponent.

But Han Yu had never heard of Zhongzhou.

The Taoist stepped on the green leaves and took a step forward. He instantly came to the bottom and stood facing it.

With a cold expression between his brows and eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Are you going to fight with me before leaving, or are you going to get out of here in despair?"

"Don't you think you can defeat me? If my twelve clones gather together, how dare you speak like this?"

The wax-faced man's face was distorted, and he seemed to be a little irritated, and he spoke.

"The question is do you dare?"

The Taoist just laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard a big joke.

"With your fear of death, a good person is divided into twelve parts and scattered. How dare you put the clones together?"

"One bird in the hand is worth less than a hundred birds in the forest. Such a simple truth requires me, a junior, to teach you. You are just wasting your years to get separated souls. You are not as good as me at the same age, and you are not as good as that quick burp." little doll.”

The Taoist's words seemed to have a considerable impact on him. Han Yu could clearly see the wax-faced man, that is, the separated soul, with an extremely stiff and ferocious look on his face.

The Taoist's words continued, and he kept saying like a barrage, "You can also try, hurt me at the cost of your clone, and contribute to your holy religion."

The split soul was completely enraged, and in a few steps he came to the Taoist. For a moment, the whole world went dark, and the area for several miles centered on the two people lost all color.

A series of muffled thunder exploded in it, and every move between the two people was like thunder, and there was even more lightning and thunder when they collided.

The physical collision is already so terrifying, and it is even more accompanied by the frequent moves of the two people.

A huge palm holding up the sky solidified from the sky and then pressed down towards the Taoist. The Taoist also pointed his sword towards the sky, and his whole body seemed to have become a sword.

It had indeed become a sword. In Han Yu's eyes, the figure of the Taoist gradually gathered and solidified into a huge sword, and the blade of the sword slashed upwards towards Qing Cang's hand.

Boom!

With a loud noise, a hole seemed to open in the sky, and a tear appeared at the place where the swords had killed each other, like a scar.

A turbulent current continued to gush out from it, and after falling into the mountains and rivers, the mountains and rivers turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and fell into the flat ground. A huge lake was sunken into the flat ground, and it looked like a doomsday scene under the changing weather and clouds.

Han Yu was dumbfounded. Considering the strength of both sides, he would die if he was accidentally hit by the aftermath. If they really fought, he might not be able to hold on even a single move.

Fortunately, I still thought that if my body was stronger, I could take revenge on the other party. It turned out that they could kill me half to death without even taking action.

abnormal.

The strength of the two made even a pervert like him feel perverted.

The fight between the two sides is still going on, and it is difficult for the outside world to see their movements clearly, because they are too fast.

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Occasionally, the flicker stopped for a moment before someone was seen, and then disappeared immediately the next moment, but the terrifying fluctuations continued.

After fighting for a full quarter of an hour, both sides stopped at the same time with a tacit understanding. At this time, the Taoist was breathing slightly and his green clothes were a little messy.

The soul-splitting was even worse, with disheveled hair covering his sallow face, and his clothes were torn everywhere.

The difference was obvious.

The soul-splitting face was distorted and ugly, but he had no way to deal with the other party.

"I told you, you are too afraid of death. Do you think it is smart to divide yourself into twelve? No, you are old and stupid. Don't think of defeating me in this life."

The Taoist sneered, and his mouth was mercilessly sarcastic.

"You angered me like this, don't you just want to kill my clone."

The soul-splitting suppressed his anger, rolled up his black hair, and revealed his sallow face again, and then spoke coldly.

He was not stupid. The purpose of the other party's repeated provocations was nothing more than to force him to fight to the death.

But how could he be so stupid as to use a clone to exchange for the other party's injuries.

Even if the other party was injured, he would recover sooner or later, but if his clone was gone, it would be gone forever.

This is not worth it, and he is indeed afraid of death...

"I want to leave, and you can't stop me."

The soul split took a few steps back, and he had already decided to retreat.

He looked at the group of figures on the city gate behind him, and the Fire Spirit, and then looked at Han Yu who was not far away.

"I will come back again, and you won't be so lucky next time."

Me?

Han Yu pulled the corner of his mouth, bastard, you will bully a little cultivator like me.

Then the soul split snorted with a little unwillingness, then turned around and took a step, and the figure disappeared in an instant...

The Taoist looked at the direction where the other party disappeared, and sighed with a little regret.

He didn't move to chase, because what the other party said was indeed right. As long as the soul split wanted to run, he couldn't stop the other party.

"Bastard, a coward."

It was a pity that he couldn't force the other party to fight to the death.

At this time, he turned his eyes back to Han Yu, with a sense of appreciation.

"The little friend is quite hard, I like this kind of hardness."