During this period, the Holy Son Wuji hurriedly rushed in between Han Yu and Pang Xuan, shouting in a low voice, "Just there and don't move!"
The Promise Son was a little angry.
Han Yuneng has been undefeated in the fierce battle against him, which shows his horror. Pang Xuan's running around will affect his concentration. He is not good at protecting either.
Pang Xuan shuddered, hiding in the corner and shivering. It was the first time she saw the arrogant Holy Son of Wuji, so angry.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, and the masked woman gave up the fight in an instant and came to besiege Han Yu.
"It seems that this ancient book is still a hot potato." Han Yu frowned.
Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, the masked woman, and the Wuji Holy Son, there is no grudge and hatred between them. The reason why they fought is because of this ancient book.
Whoever gets this ancient book will instantly turn the enemy into a friend and kill it together.
Han Yu glanced at the cover quickly, and the word "level" made his heart move.
"For you guys!"
Before Han Yu could read more, he threw the ancient book into the fifth palace.
He didn't know whether the ancient book was a spiritual method or a magical power, but the word "level" was enough to prove its value.
Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, and the masked woman turned around decisively and rushed towards the ancient book. Han Yu's crisis resolved.
Holy Son Wuji hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to kill Han Yu. Without killing Han Yu, he would not be able to wholeheartedly fight for ancient books.
Suddenly, Zhao Mingchen's attack could not be stopped, and it hit the ancient book. For a while, it seemed that time and space were frozen. Everyone was stunned, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the ancient book.
If the ancient books are destroyed because of this, it will be a huge loss.
Zhao Mingchen's face already showed annoyance.
The ancient book flew out and hit the wall, and then bounced to the ground, unscathed.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the material of this ancient book was extraordinary.
The battle between the three became more intense and more reckless.
Han Yu and Holy Son Wuji collided again, like a comet hitting the earth, making an earth-shattering noise.
"Shhhh..."
The two of them can change positions and change positions dozens of times in a single breath, and the speed of the fight is extremely fast.
"Pang Xuan will kill, and ancient books will be captured!"
Han Yu made up his mind and looked for opportunities.
"laugh!"
Suddenly, a finger sword from Holy Son Wuji left a deep scar on Han Yu's chest.
Han Yu turned around, and passed by the Holy Son Wuji, his left arm swept out, and hit the back of the Holy Son Wuji heavily. Han Yu's arm, like a swept iron rod, directly cracked the back bone of Holy Son Wuji.
Han Yu took the opportunity to swipe and swipe on the shoulder of the Wuji Holy Son, and the Wuji Holy Son fell to the ground.
Then Han Yu spun, turned into a fiery top, and slammed into the Holy Son of Wuji.
After the Holy Son of Wuji landed, he hurriedly bounced away, and Han Yu hit the ground with a single blow, causing the fifth palace to vibrate violently.
Holy Son Promise retreated, and in the process of going backwards, his hands were printed in knots.
"Chirp!"
A terrifying bird formed in an instant, raised its head to the sky with a long cry, flapped its wings, and charged towards Han Yu.
This is a mysterious intermediate-level supernatural power, and the Holy Son of Wuji can be trusted.
Han Yu resolutely put away the Vulcan Drilling Legs and performed the fire dragon dance. The huge fire dragon and the birds collided and both exploded.
"Bang!"
At the same time, there was a loud noise like a sandbag hitting a wall.
I saw Zhao Mingchen stand up from the wall in embarrassment, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. In the battle of the three, Zhao Mingchen was the first to be injured. After Zhao Mingchen took a deep breath, he joined the battle without hesitation.
The battle over there became more and more heated. Not worrying about the destruction of ancient books, everyone let go of their hands and feet.
Han Yu and the Holy Son Wuji were entangled again, fighting each other by different means.
Although Han Yu is physically strong, the Holy Son of Wuji is not slow to react and does not confront Han Yu head-on. After fighting again and again, the two of them can be said to be half a catty, and their injuries are not light.
Pang Xuan, who was hiding in the corner, felt worse in her heart.
Since the battle, the Holy Son of Promise has not suppressed Han Yu, which is by no means a good sign. If Han Yu is determined to kill her, even the Holy Son of Promise will not be able to keep it.
"Whizzing… "
Suddenly, the sword on the back of Holy Son Wuji came out of the sheath, crossed two beautiful arcs, and killed Han Yu in both sides.
"Hmph, it's a shame that you're the Holy Son of the Promise Palace. You call yourself the leader of the younger generation, and you're the first to use weapons. Shameless!" Han Yu said sarcastically.
"I have been with the sword since I was a child, the sword is me, and I am the sword, so why should I be ashamed!" Holy Son Wuji responded indifferently.
He has an invincible belief and doesn't think there is anything wrong with using a sword.
His sword is not something else, but his natal magic weapon, just like his arm.
The most important thing is that most of his magical powers are displayed with swords. If there is no sword, his combat power will be greatly reduced. And Han Yu was already so powerful that he had to display all his combat power.
The two swords were like two poisonous snakes, killing Han Yu by surprise.
"chi chi chi..."
In the blink of an eye, six sword marks appeared on Han Yu's body.
Holy Son Wuji danced his double swords like a tiger without any flaws. Han Yu's physical strength was gone.
Although Han Yu's fist has the ability to smash the top soldiers of the king, the fist will hurt, but the sword will not.
Under the persecution of Holy Son Wuji, Han Yu retreated again and again.
Seeing this, Pang Xuan couldn't help being overjoyed, and secretly cheered for Holy Son Wuji.
"laugh!"
The white sword rubbed Han Yu's belly and pulled open a hole in his clothes, leaving a faint scratch on his skin. If it wasn't for Han Yu's escape at the last moment, he would have been dismembered by now.
"Damn!"
Han Yu couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He did a backflip, stepped on the black sword with his feet, and hurriedly flew backwards with the help of his elasticity.
Holy Son Wuji sneered and followed behind Han Yu like a gangrene.
"Don't think you're the only one with weapons!"
Han Yu's thoughts moved, and a bright purple brilliance bloomed between his eyebrows. He saw a purple stick flying out from the center of his eyebrows.
Han Yu grabbed it in his hand, tapped it twice, and tapped the black sword and the white sword one after another, cracking the two strikes of the Promise Son.
The thing in Han Yu's hand is like a stick, not a stick, one end is flat and the other is pointed. The whole body is crystal clear and exudes purple fluorescence, which is very mysterious.
This is the magic weapon that Han Yu used the Zixiao Shensha to temper. At this time, it is only a prototype, and it does not have the style of battle and the power of the magic weapon. However, Zixiao Shensha is divine material, extremely hard, and it is a weapon in close combat.
The Holy Son of Wuji was a little surprised. Only those who cultivated the power of the soul can use the magic weapon of life to nourish the soul, and generally use the blood to warm the soul. Unexpectedly, Han Yu is still a person who has cultivated the power of soul.
When he saw the embryonic shape of the spear in Han Yu's hand, he couldn't help laughing: "With a magic weapon that has not yet been fully formed, do you want to compete with this holy son?"