Standing on the side, Yin Zhiyu couldn't help but think of the encounter with Xu Han. It seemed that he was also in the Tiankui secret realm, and he could have regarded Xu Han as a thief at the beginning.
"Xu Han! Are you in this Broken Dragon Cliff?" Yin Zhiyu suddenly raised his head, staring into the distance, and said softly in his heart.
Hearing about the Dragon Palace that day, the three of them did not hesitate and rushed straight forward. After all, such a big thing, if Xu Hanzhen was in this Dragon Cliff, his character would definitely come.
The prodigal son glanced at Yin Zhimao next to him, and saw that his expression was melancholy, his eyes were slightly blamed, and he couldn't help but whispered: "Don't worry, maybe we will meet Xu Han later."
Hao Kong was also embarrassed. He looked at the woman next to him, his face became stiff, and he said with excitement: "Zhou Xiaopang has said that Xu Han is in this broken dragon cliff. He must be in it, maybe in the island. Up there?"
Looking at the two people who were concerned about him, Yin Zhiyu smiled and said, "Nothing! Then let's go to the legendary Dragon Palace."
Then he swept forward first, and the prodigal son behind him followed him closely. Hao Kong looked at the two people who had left, with a cold glance at the thick black mist in the distance, and followed him with a low hum.
After coming out of the mysterious realm of Tiankui, Hao Kong deliberately checked the background of the black-robed warrior. Although it was only a few words, he still saw a trace of the ghost.
For so many years, only in the Kui secret realm that day was the most embarrassed. If it weren't for the importance of searching for Xu Han, Hao Kong would definitely go forward and behead the warrior who was also in the black robe.
Yin Zhiyu looked at the high mountains in the distance, eyes full of expectation, and the two behind him followed closely, flying up.
Zuo Junzhe's face was pale, looking at the ghost shadows that were constantly flying in the air, his eyes were full of panic. The two companions of the Profound Realm were dead, and Lei Ze in the distance was constantly roaring and seemed to have fallen into it. In trouble.
The whole body was covered with scratches, the whole clothes had been stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was also full of blood.
"Quack??? In the Tongxuan Realm, the strength is pretty good." The black-robed warrior who flew in the thick fog stepped out, looking at the miserable Zuo Junzhe in front of him, excited in his mouth, lifting his head slightly. His eyes were full of excitement.
A gray claw shadow drew across, and the seriously injured Zuo Junzhe flashed in a hurry, but was still thrown out by his claws on his left arm, a large piece of flesh and blood, and his body fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"Turn into my pet obediently." The black robe warrior walked in slowly, looked at Zuo Junzhe on the ground, and said with a big smile.
Seeing the martial artist walking in front of him, Zuo Junzhe was horrified, propped his right hand on the ground, and drew back in a panic, hesitated in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shout: "Xu Han! Help me!"
Xu Han is not a person in purgatory, and he has saved himself several times. Zuo Junzhe has no face to ask for it, but Lei Ze himself has fallen into a bitter battle, facing his own life, this is the only way, after all, Xu Han The horrible spirit beast had never come out, I believe Xu Han must have spared his energy.
When life is at stake, what kind of face is needed.
The three people, Hao Kong, who were flying in the distance, stared at each other, the extremely flying figure stopped immediately, and turned to look at the thick black fog behind them. Their eyes were full of ecstasy. Just now in the thick fog, they called for help. The martial artist actually called out Xu Han's name.
"Xu Han! Help me!" Yin Zhiyu, who was on the move, was full of these words in his head, and his eyes were full of excitement.
Roar!
A huge roar sounded, and then a huge figure flew out.
"Purple Feather!"
Looking at Zi Yu in the sky, Hao Kong's three people exclaimed, although they have not seen it for a while, Zi Yu has changed a lot, but the three of them can recognize it at a glance.
With a roar in the mouth of Ziyu that flew out, his wings fiercely fanned away the dense fog where Zuo Junzhe was located, revealing all the scenes.
Several people in Hao Kong looked up and looked at the embarrassed martial artist sitting on the ground in a panic. There was a burst of doubt in their eyes. The people who called for help didn't know it, but Zi Yu once again, Xu Han was fixed in the thick fog.
Looking at the thick fog that broke open, Zi Yu made a roar, and his figure rushed down. The claws glowing with cold light swept across the air. The black robe warrior underneath, glancing at the spirit beast leaping in the air, his eyes were shocked. , Immediately backed away.
In an instant, the thick fog that broke open was already closed, and the sharp claws that Ziyu swayed were covered by the thick black fog.
Yin Zhimao's gaze followed Ziyu, looking at the thick fog that burst out of it, and without a trace of hesitation, he ran towards the thick fog with a short sword in his hand.
The two black-robed warriors hidden by the thick fog glanced at the three Yin Zhiyu who were rushing, a sharp look flashed across their eyes, and their figures flew out, blocking the front of the few people.
After beheading the two purgatory warriors, the two of them stayed aside, the three of Haokong, the two of them had already noticed, but the brother in the thick fog had not yet come out, but he did not dare to make a decision. I didn't know why he rushed, but there was no hesitation.
"Zhihao! You go in, we will stop them." Looking at the two martial artists who suddenly rushed out, Haokong's eyes were cold, and he shouted in a low voice.
"You are on the right, I am on the left!" The big sword in the spiritual cave appeared in his hand instantly, and the prodigal son looked at the two people rushing in front of him and shouted.
The warrior in the black mist, as he had seen before in the Tiankui secret realm, a jet of dark sword energy was condensed, and it ran towards the warrior on the right, while the big sword in the hands of the prodigal, the howling sword energy cut out .
The figures of the two of them were not yet close, and a large thick mist gathered in the air, instantly covering the two of them.
"Xu Han! Is that you?" Looking at the thick black mist in front of him, Yin Zhiyu's eyes were full of expectation, and she shouted.
Xu Han, who was worried about Zuo Junzhe's situation in his heart, swung out the silver sword with his right hand, and suddenly a familiar cry came out in the thick black mist in front of him.
This thick black mist makes it impossible to tell the distant scenes. Xu Han's face cast a stunned face, a trace of doubt crossed his eyes, and he couldn't help but whispered in his mouth: "Is it an illusion?"
After all, this black robe warrior is really weird, and it is reasonable to have this guess.
"Huh! One more to die." The warrior caged in the black mist looked at the woman rushing in the distance, his eyes overflowing with murderousness, and he shouted in a low voice, without a trace of worry in his heart.
Seeing no response coming from the black fog, Yin Zhiyu felt anxious, and swiped the short sword in his hand forward, and a dense drizzle of rain scattered in the air, heading towards the dense fog.
Pouch! Pouch!
The thick fog that was difficult to disperse no matter how attacked, actually fell one after another when encountering the rain, turning into a thick layer and hitting the ground.
what
The clear rain passed by, and the ghosts hit in the thick fog, screamed, they broke apart directly.
"Xu Han!" He was dressed in black, with a stern face. He hadn't seen it for many years. The long head had been neatly tied to the top of his head. Looking at the figure who was thinking about it all the time, Yin Zhiyu said with joy.
Xu Han, who was puzzled in his heart, looked at the scene in front of him, with amazement in his eyes. When he looked along the passageway broken by Yin Zhiyi, it was the very familiar figure.
As always, she was covered in snow-white dresses, her skin felt like condensed fat, the eyes of Daimei Xingchen were sparkling, and Xu Han was staring in her eyes.
"Zhiyu! It's you!" Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, Xu Han's eyes were shocked, and then he turned into a color of ecstasy. He swept back with his right hand, knocking out the attacking ghost, and running towards Yin Zhiyu. go with.
How many misses and memories, the figure in the bottom of my heart is still so clear, a line of tears slid down, and Yin Zhimao plunged into the familiar arms.
The black-robed warrior who was covered in the thick fog was already astonished by the rain that Yin Zhiyi had cut out. He knew the black fog gushing out of the skull, not to mention the general wind, even martial arts could only occupy it. The time broke open, but now the dense fog that has been wet can no longer close.
"Xu Han! Do you know how much I miss you? That day, watching your figure fell into the void, how much heartache did I have? Your pale face and blood-stained chest, I still remember it now, How scared I am to lose you." Yin Zhiyu, who was holding Xu Han, said nonsense, hot tears were already flooding Xu Han's chest.
Yin Zhihui, who has always been strong, is now behaving like a child, with the joy of being lost and regaining, hugging Xu Han tightly.
"Zhiyu! I know!" Looking at Yin Zhiyu, who hugged him tightly, Xu Han made a ring of his right hand, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"I want you!"
Feeling the excited person in his arms, Xu Han flashed a trace of guilt in his heart, and had to hold him tighter. When he was about to speak, he suddenly glanced at it, but it was the warrior who was shrouded in the black mist.
Xu Han did not hesitate, stepped on his right foot, and flashed to one side with Yin Zhiyu in his arms, Qianyuan Thunder Dragon fist burst out of the air in his hand, facing the swept claw Jin.
boom!
The huge roar directly awakened Yin Zhiyu who was immersed in Xu Han's arms. He raised his head in a hurry, but Xu Han's confident eyes were seen.
"In a while, I will kill him!" Xu Han lowered his head and kissed the two lines of clear tears, Xu Han said softly, but his tone was dismissive of the warrior.
Looking at this familiar expression, Yin Zhihui smiled, tapped a lightly on Xu Han's lips, and whispered in his mouth: "Let's be together."
"Okay!" Xu Han said with a chuckle, and then flew up with a silver sword in his hand, while Yin Zhiyu on one side swung his dagger again and again, and the black mist that covered it was blown away.
"Damn! Who are you?" Looking at the thick fog that was constantly being broken, the martial artist stepped out in the dark fog, looked at Yin Zhiyu, and shouted.
Above Lingyuanda 6, when such a weird warrior appeared, he was able to break through his own thick fog.
With his gaze swept away, in the thick fog in the distance, the anger of his companions was already heard. It seems that the strength of the three later martial artists is not simple.
"The one who killed you!" Yin Zhiyu made a cold light in his eyes, and his expression was completely opposite to the previous one. With a soft drink in his mouth, a cloud-like sword air was drawn out on the dagger in his hand.
The ghost images that were constantly rushing from the air attack were all crushed, and the sword aura blasted towards the black-robed warrior with a terrifying aura. Seeing everything in front of him, Xu Han's eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, and Zhiyu actually broke through to the realm of God Transformation.