The Holy Son of Wuji directly used coercion to attack and kill. His coercion attack was not an ordinary coercion attack. It was as terrifying as a giant beast came out of its cage. He didn't give Han Yu any space to dodge. Kill Han Yu.
Han Yu snorted coldly, Holy Son Wuji underestimated him too much.
His coercion continued to pour out, forming a huge and solid coercion barrier in front of him.
"boom!"
Holy Son Wuji's coercive attack and killing hit Han Yu's coercive barrier like a flood, making a terrifying loud noise. Pang Xuan, who was already injured, was shocked to the point of vomiting blood, and Zhao Mingguang was shocked to the point of turning back.
"clatter!"
Han Yu took a step back with his left foot, his muscles tense and his face flushed.
The coercive attack and killing of the Promised Son was so powerful that Han Yu was almost unable to resist.
Holy Son Wuji raised his brows, unexpectedly failing to kill Han Yu.
"Boom!"
Holy Son Wuji raised his right hand and covered Han Yu with a palm.
In the palm of his hand, it seemed to instantly turn into a universe, and the hurricane whistled, forming a terrifying vortex of mist that seemed to devour everything.
A powerful aura emanated from his palm, giving Han Yu a feeling as if ten thousand mountains were crushing the top.
"As expected of the leader of the younger generation!" Han Yu sighed secretly. Although the Holy Son of Wuji has the same cultivation level as Li Yangzhou and Liu Pengcheng, he is probably ten times more terrifying than Li Yangzhou and Liu Pengcheng.
Between raising his hand, he is domineering and invincible.
This is just a simple palm, but it contains the invincible belief of the Promised Son, anything can be wiped out by his palm.
This is his confidence and a kind of contempt for Han Yu.
Han Yu raised his fist and hit the palm with a punch.
Holy Son Wuji didn't use supernatural powers, neither did Han Yu. This is the pride of Han Yu, the younger generation, he is no weaker than anyone.
Han Yu's fist rubbed against the void between his actions, forming a terrifying flame, like a star that fell from nine days. With an invincible momentum, it is not weaker than the palm of the Promise Son.
Everyone's eyes turned to Han Yu, and in the eyes of the masked woman, the brilliance became brighter and brighter. From the momentum of Han Yu's punch, she can see that Han Yu's fighting power is infinite. Quite surprised.
"boom!"
The fist and the palm slammed together heavily, like a comet hitting the earth, making a terrifying loud noise, forming an unparalleled wind blade that scattered.
Zhao Mingchen took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang. The aftermath of the battle between the two could hurt them.
Behind the Holy Son Wuji, a barrier was actually formed, blocking the wind blade from hurting Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao.
After a blow, the two groaned and stepped back.
The Holy Son Wuji stepped back seven steps and stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the palace to tremble and stop.
And Han Yu only took five steps back.
"This… "
No one present was surprised.
In addition to being shocked, Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang felt more decadent. Han Yu was actually able to fight against the Holy Son Wuji, and he had the upper hand. The impact on them was too great.
Holy Son Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly. Han Yu's strength was beyond his expectations. However, although he suffered a dark loss this time, he did not feel ashamed.
He firmly believes that he is invincible. Han Yu is now taking the slightest advantage, but only occasionally.
Pang Xuan's expression became terrified. If Holy Son Wuji couldn't stop Han Yu, then she and Lu Chenhao would only have a dead end.
"As expected of a character who can defeat Qin Yin, he has some means." Holy Son Wuji said, his expression still very proud.
"You still want to stop me?" Han Yu's expression darkened and he was determined not to move.
"Joke, the power of the flesh is stronger, do you really think you have the ability to surpass me?" Holy Son Wuji sneered.
"Then you can try!" Han Yu stepped forward again.
The Promise Son is proud and Han Yu is strong.
However, whether it was the masked woman or Yu Qianshuang in the Linglong Treasure Car, after a short period of surprise, they all returned to indifference. Their thoughts are the same as those of the Promised Son. Although physical strength is an advantage, it is not the key to victory.
On the other hand, Zhao Mingchen became extremely attached to Han Yu in his heart.
"Shh!"
Holy Son Wuji raised his hand again and slapped Han Yu again. However, this palm is a magical power.
Immediately, countless dao marks of heaven and earth flickered, and divine communication came in hand.
A huge energy palm print was formed in an instant, dark in color, covered with countless lines, and looked like it was made of countless boulders.
It exudes a deep and depressing breath, it seems that it is not a palm, but a giant city from ancient times.
Han Yu swiped his hands, and a fire dragon appeared, roaring and shaking for nine days, and collided with the huge energy palm print.
The two supernatural powers were both shattered, and the storm formed was even more terrifying.
Han Yu was so shaken that he flew a hundred meters away before landing on the ground, but the Holy Son Wuji was standing there motionless.
The masked woman turned her attention to the stone platform and lost interest in Han Yu.
Her insignificant action expresses a lot. Although Han Yu is not weak, he is no longer qualified to stand with them.
Suddenly, the masked woman started working on the ancient book on the stone platform.
Seeing that she was about to grab the ancient book on the stone platform, the Linglong Treasure car hit, and Yu Qianshuang also started.
"Bang!"
The masked woman slapped the Linglong Treasure with a heavy palm, and both she and the Linglong Treasure were shaken away.
Although Yu Qianshuang was sitting in the treasure car, he did not motivate the Linglong Treasure Car to exert the strongest combat power of the Linglong Treasure Car. He just regarded the Linglong Treasure Car as a very ordinary weapon.
She also has her pride, her peers are tit-for-tat, and she disdains to use external forces.
Just as the two separated, Zhao Mingchen made his move, turned into a streamer, and grabbed the ancient book at a lightning-fast speed.
Just before his hand was close to the ancient book, a sword light flashed, forcing him to withdraw his hand and dodge.
The white sword on the back of Holy Son Wuji rushed out, and if life was entangled with Zhao Mingchen, he jumped onto the stone platform to grab the ancient book.
At this moment, Han Yu also shot. Han Yu's goal was not ancient books, but Pang Xuan.
"Saint Son, save me!"
Pang Xuan was so frightened that her heart was splitting, and she yelled in panic.
"Chong!"
The black sword on the Promise Son's back came out of its sheath and took Han Yu's head. Han Yu unleashed his smashing fist and slammed the black sword with a heavy punch, knocking the sword backwards and flying back.
"Humph!"
Holy Son Wuji snorted heavily, resolutely abandoned the ancient book, and turned around to intercept Han Yu.
Zhao Mingchen seized the opportunity, knocked back the white sword of Holy Son Wuji, and jumped onto the stone platform. Suddenly, the masked woman and Linglong Baoche came to kill him together, forcing him to dodge again.
Suddenly, a terrifying melee broke out in the fifth palace.