"Dead pig head, teach this dead white tiger a good lesson!" Qin Yue shouted excitedly, her eyelashes fluttering, and her smile was like flowers.
Countless people looked sideways, and dared to call Han Yu a dead pig head and Bai Hu III a dead white tiger. There was no one but her.
White Tiger III was so angry that he only slapped his teeth, and could not wait to rush over to sew Qin Le's mouth.
"dong dong dong..."
Han Yu took a step, and the footsteps sounded like drums. The length of each step was the same, and the sound of each foot landing was of the same strength. Invisibly, it formed a certain rhyme, which made people fascinated.
Some people unknowingly, the heartbeat matches Han Yu's footsteps, and the rhythm of breathing follows the rhythm of Han Yu's steps.
"what!"
Suddenly, one person screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood. Coincidentally, some people vomited blood one after another.
"Cover your ears, don't listen to his footsteps!" An expert raised loudly. Immediately, many people covered their ears in panic, and most of them were already pale.
"The sound of footsteps contains Dao rhyme, which can shock the heart!" A master gasped.
Many senior experts stared at Han Yu with horror in their eyes. You can take a step and make a rhythm, but few people in the room can do it.
Han Yu did it unintentionally, and his unknowing steps had the charm of an old man hammering iron, forming a rhyme.
The sacred pressure of the White Tiger III swayed in the wind like catkins in the sound of Han Yu's footsteps, and its mind almost fell into the sound of Han Yu's footsteps.
"Roar!" White Tiger III shouted in the sky, and the terrifying sound wave shook Han Yu's footsteps, disrupted Han Yu's rhythm, and woke Han Yu from the wonderland.
"I didn't expect that the sound of the old blacksmith's iron work could be transformed into the sound of footsteps!" Han Yu was overjoyed, and the sudden self-forgetfulness made him realize a terrifying method.
Whether it was the sound of the old blacksmith striking iron or the sound of Han Yu's footsteps just now, the sound was superficial, and the core was a kind of attack of Tao.
Han Yu felt that if he thought about it more in the future, he might be able to develop a terrifying killer move.
White Tiger III rushed to kill, stepping on the void and shaking with every step, it didn't want to let Han Yu enter the realm of enlightenment again, the feeling just now was really scary.
If Han Yu was allowed to go deeper and the lethality of his footsteps increased, the White Tiger III might be in danger.
"Not only is the invincible system, but the understanding of Tao has reached such a terrifying level, which is really amazing!" A master sighed. He is a powerhouse of the Eighth Level of Emperor Wu, but he absolutely cannot accidentally let the footsteps contain Dao rhyme, which can kill people.
Han Yu's enemies all had extremely gloomy expressions on their faces. Especially the people from Shenji Palace, Zhao Family, and Tianshu Holy Land were murderous in their eyes. Han Yu's strong performance over and over again made them feel enormous pressure.
White Tiger III was still more than ten feet away from Han Yu, so he raised his right front foot and stepped on Han Yu. The right foot rose against the storm and quickly turned into a hill, falling from the sky and hitting Han Yu.
Without any hesitation, Han Yu punched out. His fists also soared rapidly, and his arms instantly became several feet long.
"boom!"
Han Yu's fist collided heavily with the soles of White Tiger III's feet, making a terrifying loud noise, as terrifying as stars colliding.
Neither of them used their vitality, but the formed air waves swept all directions, and many people were sent flying.
Han Yu and Baihu III both groaned, the former withdrew his hands and the latter with his feet. This blow is comparable.
How terrifying Han Yu's physical body is, the White Tiger III is not defeated in the physical body confrontation, and the strength of the divine beast is evident.
"Roar!"
The White Tiger III roared, exhaling a breath of white breath, and instantly turned into a big seal and slammed into Han Yu. The power of this big seal was no weaker than that of ordinary advanced supernatural powers.
Han Yu grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately unleashed the Dragon Slayer Spear, surrounded by seven dragon energy, whose power was comparable to that of low-level divine powers. Han Yu stabbed with a spear, the big seal shattered in an instant, and at full speed, he unleashed the ethereal step, killing the White Tiger III.
In the crowd, an old man and a young man stared at Han Yu's Dragon Slayer gun with a look of surprise on their faces.
The White Tiger III had seen the power of the Dragon Slaying Spear, and he performed the White Tiger Chasing Cloud Walk, as if he had turned into a cloud, and hurriedly retreated. Even if Han Yu's ethereal pace is not slow, he can't keep up with him.
"Compared with the movement techniques of the ancient forces, the Void Misty Step from the hand of a half-sage is also inferior!" Han Yu sighed secretly, the Void Misty Step has always been his proud movement technique, but as his level changed. High, gradually became not uncommon.
Among the disciples of the ancient forces who have fought with Han Yu, no one is weaker than Han Yu. Like Baihu III's white tiger chasing the clouds, the speed is much faster than Han Yu's.
After Baihu III and Han Yu distanced themselves, they raised their right front foot and pressed into the void.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the void seemed to collapse, and countless dao marks of heaven and earth flashed, forming a huge vortex that slammed into Han Yu.
The vortex was like a spinning top, and the position where it hit Han Yu was extremely sharp, as if it could pierce through the world.
Han Yu stabbed out the dragon-killing spear and collided heavily with the whirlpool.
"Boom!"
Both exploded, and a terrifying wave of air hit Han Yu's body, causing Han Yu to snort and fly away.
White Tiger III broke through the air wave and slapped Han Yu with a paw. Han Yu's body spun quickly, dodging to the left.
"boom!"
White Tiger III's claws brushed past Han Yu, slapped it on the ground, and cracked the ground.
Many people gasped, the ground here was extremely hard, and a powerhouse of the third level of Martial Sovereign tried to strike without breaking it, but was cracked by the claws of White Tiger III, showing the horror of this blow.
Even if it is a master move of Martial Emperor Triple Layer, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.
"Bang bang bang!"
Han Yu spun and kicked Baihu III with three feet. Baihu III flew out several thousand feet before stopping, but he was unscathed.
The body of the beast, the defense is unparalleled.
After the two stabilized their bodies, they rushed together again.
Divine beasts are born with unparalleled physical bodies. Han Yu's physical body has undergone many baptisms and tempering, and can be called a supreme treasure. When the two meet, it is like a needle-to-apples encounter.
White Tiger III's body is bigger than Han Yu's, but his flexibility is no worse than Han Yu's. The two quickly fought hundreds of moves, and neither of them found the other's flaws and gave the other a heavy blow.
Holy Son Wuji and Ye Xunhua sighed secretly. They were both human races, but compared to Han Yu, they were too far behind.
"laugh!"
Suddenly, a bright red blood spilled out, and Han Yu's left shoulder was rubbed by White Tiger III's claws, leaving several scars.
There is probably no one of his peers who can injure Han Yu with his bare hands.
At the same time, Han Yu's palm was like a knife, leaving a long knife mark on Baihu III's abdomen. White Tiger III has thick skin and thick flesh, and it did not hurt its flesh and blood.