Feng Kunxiang, who was in a mild mood, couldn't help but scold Han Yu that he didn't know what to do and was beyond his own power. In a fit of rage, let go.
Han Yu performed the ethereal step with all his strength and ran to the cliffless mountain.
Everyone was stunned. They thought that Han Yu was talking wildly and wanted to fight Su Yuan in a stunned manner, but he turned around and ran away.
"Even if he runs away, can he escape from the palms of Wuhuang's nine-level masters?" Countless people shook their heads, Han Yu was simply digging his own grave.
Su Yuan roared, his long hair was flying, and he strode up to catch up with Han Yu. He quickly caught up behind Han Yu and slapped it with a palm.
Qin Le, Ye Xunhua and others raised their hearts to their throats instantly, who could save Han Yu at this time.
Han Yu turned around, and without hesitation, punched Su Yuan's palm.
"The mayfly shakes the tree!" Countless people sighed. Even if Han Yu's combat power is against the sky, how could he be Su Yuan's opponent.
Su Yuan wanted to transform into a world in his palm, but found that his vitality could not be used at all, so he woke up and entered the ten-mile range of Wuya Mountain. But don't be afraid, with his cultivation, no matter how deep he goes, it will be fine.
At this moment, the light of the little animal tooth that Han Yu wore around his neck became a bit stronger, causing Su Yuan's eyes to shine.
"Bang!"
Han Yu's fist and Su Yuan's palm collided heavily, the contempt on Su Yuan's face solidified instantly, and a force rushed to his arm like a flood, making his entire arm instantly numb, and his feet couldn't help Yes, he stepped backwards.
Han Yu sneered, his feet slammed hard, like a leopard, and his fists were bombarded like a storm.
"Clap clap clap..."
In a blink of an eye, the two of them were stunned for more than ten blows, and Su Yuan was beaten and staggered backwards, and some couldn't resist Han Yu's offensive.
"The powerhouse of the ninth level of Emperor Wu was pressed and beaten by Han Yu, how is this possible, am I right?" Countless people were incredulous, and many people began to rub their eyes, thinking they were wrong.
"The ten-mile range of Wuya Mountain can suppress the cultivation base, and anyone will instantly degenerate into an ordinary person, and can only exert the power of the flesh!" An old master explained the reason.
Feng Kunxiang's expression became cloudy and uncertain, he looked at Han Yu blankly, now he finally knew why Han Yu was so arrogant.
"The master of the ninth level of Emperor Wu has entered the Dao with his limbs and five internal organs, and his physical body has become extremely terrifying, so he can't compare to Han Yu?"
"Han Yu is a devil who swallows the sky, and his physical body can be compared with the divine beast, the white tiger!"
As everyone spoke, a stream of blood surged like a water column, Su Yuan screamed, and Han Yu forcibly tore off his left hand.
"Roar!" The orange dragon in Han Yu's body roared loudly.
A wisp of blood energy emerged from Su Yuan's blood, rushed into Han Yu's body, and was swallowed by the orange dragon.
Everyone was in silent shock, and no one noticed the scene that quickly dissipated.
Su Yuan's face instantly became extremely pale, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, how could he still have the courage to continue fighting, and hurriedly fled. As long as he leaves the ten-mile range, Han Yu is not his enemy at all.
How could Han Yu give Su Yuan a chance to catch up with Su Yuan, stepped on Su Yuan's calf from behind, and knocked Su Yuan down to his knees, shattering the bones of his calf.
"Ah, little thief Han Yu, this old man can't spare you!" Su Yuan shouted, the pain of the broken bones was unbearable.
"Hmph, in the next life!" Han Yu's voice was like a life-threatening song from Jiuyou Hell, and Su Yuan's soul trembled with fright.
"Bang!"
Han Yu stepped on it again and broke Su Yuan's right foot. He was stronger than Su Yuan and could not use his vitality. At this time, he also became disabled and could not move.
Han Yu walked around in front of Su Yuan and kicked Su Yuan's chest. Su Yuan's body was thrown up like a sandbag, and then smashed to the ground, his sternum shattered.
Up to now, many people are still in a daze, and a strong man of the ninth level of the Martial Emperor was pressed and beaten by the weaker of the first level of the Martial Emperor, and there is no way to fight back!
"dong dong dong..."
Han Yu had no intention of giving up, and strode towards Su Yuan.
"Old thief, you are still a master of Wuhuang Jiuzhong, so you are embarrassed to attack me!" Han Yu's face was cold and murderous.
He has a lot of enemies, but the ones that make Han Yu want to kill him the most are the people from Tianshu Holy Land!
"Little thief, if you have the ability to fight outside, I will kill you with one finger!" Su Yuan shouted, his hair disheveled, how could he still have the image of a master.
"No matter where you are, I will kill you like a dog!" Han Yu shouted.
Su Yuan was so angry that he vomited blood, and his fame was ruined today.
"Shhhhh..."
More than a dozen people rushed in, all from Tianshu Holy Land.
Han Yu didn't give them a chance to save Su Yuan at all, so he quickly rushed to Su Yuan's side and stepped on Su Yuan with one foot.
"Stop the thief!" An old man in Tianshu Holy Land shouted.
"Humph!"
Han Yu snorted heavily, and with a slam on his feet, he directly smashed Su Yuan's chest, his heart burst, blood spurted out, and a burst of blood was released from it, and it entered Han Yu's body.
A master of the ninth level of Wuhuang was killed by Han Yu so easily.
Su Yuan's eyes were like dead fish eyes. He never thought that he would die in Han Yu's hands.
"Ah!" The people in the Tianshu Holy Land shouted and rushed towards Han Yu frantically. Someone wanted to take out the weapon, but found that the Qiankun bag could not be used, nor could the natal magic weapon hidden in the flesh and blood be taken out. This is a very strange feeling.
"Kill!" Han Yu shouted loudly, and strode towards the people in the Tianshu Holy Land. With a distance of three or four feet, Han Yu jumped up and kicked a master of the fourth level of Wuhuang in the chest. above.
"Ah!" The man screamed, his body flew out and smashed to the ground, his chest shattered and he was dying.
"Shh!"
The source energy of his bloodline slowly floated out from the wound and floated towards Han Yu.
"Devouring the source of blood!" Many people suddenly became cold from head to foot. The source of blood is a person's talent. If it is deprived, immortality will be more uncomfortable than death.
"Bang!"
A powerhouse at the sixth level of the Martial Emperor was hit by Han Yu's head with a punch, blood and brains flying.
Everyone was stunned. The current Han Yu was completely a god of killing. Taking the lives of others with his bare hands was even more difficult than harvesting vegetables.
The formation of Tianshu Holy Land was instantly disrupted. Several young people were trembling with fright, and they no longer had the courage to fight.
"what!"
Another scream sounded. Han Yu split his legs on the shoulder of a young man of the first level of the Martial Emperor. The young man flew out and smashed to the ground, turning into a pile of flesh and blood, which was horrible to see.
People below the third level of Emperor Wu are not Han Yu's enemies at all.
Han Yu walked up and down in the crowd, walking in blood. He only attacked and killed, not defended. The strong man of the eighth level of Wuhuang was unscathed with four punches, but he only used three punches to smash the opponent's chest, and then pulled the opponent's right shoulder with his left hand and his left shoulder with his right hand. The powerhouse of the Eighth Layer of Emperor Wu was torn in half by him.