"Han, get out of here!" Zhao Mingguang swaggered into Han Yu's palace.
This year, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and at this time he has broken through to the seventh level of King Wu. Although it was one level lower than Han Yu a year ago, Zhao Mingguang couldn't wait to show off his power in front of Han Yu.
He thought that Han Yu had been trapped here for a year, unable to cultivate, and his cultivation had been standing still.
Han Yu doesn't make progress, but he has made great progress, which is the capital of his pride, and he has the confidence to show off and eliminate Han Yu.
Zhao Mingguang walked through the corridor, and every step he stepped on would make the palace tremble.
"Has the surname Han, are you hiding and dare not come out to see me? I remember you were not very arrogant before, why are you now a coward!" Zhao Mingguang looked around to find Han Yu's whereabouts, but his mouth kept talking the irony.
The palace is very big, Zhao Mingguang did not find Han Yu in the front hall, so he entered the back hall decisively. The moment he stepped into the apse, a powerful energy fluctuation caught his attention.
"What a strong energy fluctuation." Zhao Mingguang frowned slightly, walked in the air, and slowly sneaked away towards the place where the energy fluctuated. Soon he arrived at the door of Han Yu's room.
"Is it the energy that came from Han Yu's room, this kid is cultivating?" Zhao Mingguang rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cruel sneer, raised his foot, and kicked the door.
When cultivating, you should not disturb the most. If you are not careful, you may go into trouble. Zhao Mingguang's move is uneasy and kind.
The door was kicked open, and Zhao Mingguang walked in.
Han Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, the breath on his body fluctuated, and his body was constantly emitting black energy.
When the aura was strong enough, Zhao Mingguang felt so stressed that he couldn't get close to Han Yu; when the black energy was strong, his magical nature was breathtaking.
"What kind of mental method is this person practicing, how can he have such a strong demonic nature, is he a demon outsider?" Zhao Mingguang was a little surprised, and he would not dare to approach Han Yu for a while.
He sensed Han Yu's breath carefully, and suddenly his heart trembled.
"I didn't expect this thief to have reached the peak of Martial King and is hitting the level of Martial Emperor Realm. This cultivation speed is too shocking, isn't it?"
Ordinary people break through, and the breath they emit is bound to be extremely powerful. But at this time, Han Yu encountered a special situation, and his breath began to be restrained. If he didn't sense it carefully, it would be difficult to find out that he was practicing ordinary practice or was still hitting a level.
"Among the top ten heroes of the Zhao family, no one has ever entered the realm of Emperor Wu, but he has already reached this step. How can there be such a powerful person in this world?"
Zhao Mingguang was very frightened. At this moment, he was truly convinced by Han Yu's ability.
"No, if he is allowed to break through, how many of the younger generation will be his opponents? It will be even more difficult for me to kill him to vent his anger!"
Zhao Mingguang's mind changed, and he suddenly had a poisonous plan.
"Han Yu, Han Yu, when you meet me Zhao Mingguang in this life, it is destined to be a tragedy!" Zhao Mingguang raised his palm, his vitality surged, and quickly rushed to his right hand, raised his palm, and slapped Han Yu with one palm.
At this moment, as long as Han Yu is disturbed a little, Han Yu may fall into a doomed place. Zhao Mingguang is very cruel, and directly displays the intermediate level supernatural powers of the mysterious level, without giving Han Yu the slightest chance.
Zhao Mingguang didn't want to attract the attention of experts outside, and only exerted 10% of his power, but this 10% was terrifying enough.
The palm print of energy slapped heavily on Han Yu's chest, knocking Han Yu out and smashing through the palace wall.
"puff!"
Han Yu vomited blood, and blood stained the sky.
"Buzzing..."
Han Yu's body was like a windbag, rushing out of a terrifying airflow, and a terrifying whirlwind suddenly formed around him.
Han Yu's body was held upright by the whirlwind, and began to rotate with the whirlwind.
"Hmph, even if you are a genius of cultivation, a peerless genius, you are not dead now!" Zhao Mingguang smiled proudly, and turned to leave.
"Hahaha… "
At this moment, an arrogant sound of laughter came from behind. The sound was so loud that the palace wall began to crack, and Zhao Mingguang's head was about to split.
Zhao Mingguang hurriedly covered his ears, looked back and was dumbfounded.
I saw that Han Yu in the whirlwind had already stood up, and countless black qi revolved around him like a giant python.
"you… "
Zhao Mingguang was so frightened that his face was pale, and he stepped back and stepped back. At this time, Han Yu looked really terrible, and it seemed that he had changed a person.
His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were like black holes, with black air lingering in them, and neither the whites of the eyes nor the pupils could be seen.
"Sneak attack, die!"
Han Yu grabbed his hand and Zhao Mingguang's body flew towards Han Yu involuntarily. No matter what method he used, he couldn't break free from the invisible restraint.
"Come and save me!" Zhao Mingguang shouted.
The masters outside had been alerted and rushed in.
"Boom boom boom..."
The surrounding palace walls were all blown up, and soon the entire palace was destroyed, and three people surrounded Han Yu. Two Martial Sovereigns at the first level, and one at the second level of Martial Sovereign.
After Gong Chaoyang left, the strength of the people who were sent by the Zhao family to monitor Han Yu dropped a notch.
The three of them were shocked when they saw Han Yu, who was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by black air. At this time, Han Yu looked like a heinous devil.
Zhao Mingguang was strangled by his neck, like an ordinary person with no strength to hold a chicken.
"Han Yu, don't mess around, let him go!" The man in the second level of Emperor Wu hurriedly stopped him.
"Let him go, hahaha..." Han Yu raised his head and laughed, his laughter was unusually arrogant.
"This is the nourishment for the little treasure in my body, it would be a pity to let it go!" Han Yu said to himself, with a fierce meaning in his eyes.
"laugh!"
I saw that he raised his left hand and gently patted Zhao Mingguang's head. Zhao Mingguang's head was shattered, and a burst of blood rushed out from it, which was swallowed by Han Yu's mouth.
The orange dragon in his body became even more excited after swallowing Zhao Mingguang's bloodline source energy.
"Ah?" The three members of the Zhao family were so frightened that their hair stood on end. This was too cruel and bloody, right
"Back to you!"
As soon as Han Yu threw it away, Zhao Mingguang's headless corpse flew to the master of the second level of Wuhuang.
"Everyone in the Zhao family is the descendant of Emperor Wu, and they all have the blood of Emperor Wu. They can all contribute to the resurrection of my little baby, tsk tsk tsk, it's a nutrient garden that God deliberately gave me!" Han Yu looked at San Man, with a cruel smile on his face.