Ling Tianpeng only took a step forward, and the army slapped the horse and killed it, suddenly shaking the mountain and changing the color of the galaxy. It seemed that it was not a group of men and horses that rushed in, but a black whirlwind, behind the army, forming a vortex of terror that swept the world. The blood on Wuya Mountain came like a surging wave, condensed into a murderous blood sword, came first, and killed in front of the army.
"kill!"
Lingtian Peng shouted, and the sword of judgment on his head rushed out, with a long white tail, peerless splendor, making the world pale.
"Run!"
In the distance, the onlookers were still in a daze, Han Yu let out a low drink, and led the old blacksmith away quickly.
"boom!"
When two swords collide, one sword represents sacredness and the other sword represents killing.
The terrifying sound of collision instantly became the only one in the world, and the world was instantly filled with terrifying white and red brilliance.
The moment the two swords confronted each other, suddenly the blood-red sword exploded, turned into blood and splattered, and the sword of judgment flew back upside down. At the same time, Lingtian Peng and the army also flew backwards.
"Pfft!" Ling Tianpeng vomited blood.
"Bang bang bang..." The opponent's men and horses exploded one after another, and more than a hundred masters all fell.
Following the fall, there are also beings in a radius of tens of millions of miles. Countless beings were shaken by the terrifying collision, and they were shaken to death.
The Lingtian Peng flew out for dozens of miles before landing on the ground, and the body slid out of the ground for dozens of feet before it stopped. His face has become extremely pale, but there is a smile on the corner of his mouth.
This blow is not because he is stronger than that team, but because the Sword of Judgment is stronger than the Blood Condensed Killing Sword. Under this level of battle, it is as strong as the canopy, and its effect can be ignored.
"Xiaoyu, you are back."
In the distant sky, the old blacksmith came back to his senses, surprised and happy. If Han Yu had not responded in time, he would have died in the aftermath of the powerful energy.
Han Yu's left hand was facing the junior of the old blacksmith, and vitality poured into the old blacksmith's body continuously, helping him heal his wounds quickly, and said with a smile, "Senior, long time no see."
"Wuyazi, don't you want to show up?" At this moment, the rumbling voice of Lingtian Peng sounded, Han Yu and the others stopped talking, and terrifying beams shot out of their eyes, and they could see Wuya Mountain and Wuya Mountain outside. Ling Canopy.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, from the depths of Wuya Mountain, there was a terrifying roar that shook the world.
Hearing this voice, Han Yu couldn't help but froze for a moment. The voice gave him a somewhat familiar feeling, like a tiger roaring.
In the depths of Wuya Mountain, a white brilliance rushed out, propping up a large area in the blood. I saw a huge figure slowly rising up and coming from the sky.
This is a big tiger with hair as white as snow and with the character "King" on its forehead.
"Sacred Beast White Tiger?" From the light emitted by the big tiger and the color of its fur, Han Yu could tell that this was a white tiger with the blood of a divine beast flowing in its body, and it was a pure-bred divine beast.
Han Yu stared at Bai Hu carefully for a while, and suddenly his heart was agitated.
This white tiger is the incarnation of Han Yu.
Even if it has no connection with Han Yu now, Han Yu can be sure that it is a white tiger lost in the chaos of time and space.
Han Yu thought a lot at once, Bai Hu probably didn't want to go back, but deliberately didn't want to go back.
"Do you want to leave me alone?" Han Yu frowned. Judging from the current momentum of Baihu, the cultivation base is far above Han Yu, and he has lost contact with Han Yu. It is not easy for Han Yu to control it.
"What did it get? To completely suppress the connection between me and it?" Han Yu thought.
"Wuyazi, you finally came out." Ling Tianpeng said coldly.
"Wuyazi, it is Wuyazi?" Han Yu was stunned for three times. Then he spit out a mouthful of turbid air, like a dick.
In a sense, Wuyazi is him, and he is Wuyazi. The strange feeling before has been explained.
"My Wuyashan has always been with you in the Heavenly Court, and the well water does not make the river water, what do you mean?" Baihu said murderously.
"I want to ask you for some people." Ling Tianpeng said.
"Who?" Bai Hu said coldly.
"People from the Baili family." Ling Tianpeng said.
"They have already left." Bai Hu said in a low voice.
"Let me go in and have a look." Ling Tianpeng didn't believe it.
"Humph!" Baihu snorted heavily, stopped talking, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he looked at Lingtian Peng with malicious intent.
"The Baili family, is it the family of the old lunatic? That means that Da Ya's full name is Baili Luoxin?" Han Yu thought.
"If you don't let me, then I can only go in." Ling Tianpeng said solemnly.
Bai Hu laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said, "What a big tone, in front of Lao Tzu, how can you show off your power?"
"Humph!"
Ling Tianpeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed at the white tiger, the sword of judgment let out a long cry and turned into a light to kill the white tiger.
"Boom!"
The cliff-less mountain trembled, and countless blood lights rose into the sky, forming a huge blood-colored shield.
"when!"
The Sword of Judgment slammed heavily on the Scarlet Shield, the two held a stalemate for a moment, the Sword of Judgment flew back upside down, and the Scarlet Shield crackled and exploded.
The white tiger snorted and stepped back, a trace of blood quietly leaking from the corner of his mouth.
Ling Tianpeng stepped forward with the sword of judgment, and the goal was no cliff.
"I don't show my power, I'm still a sick cat, and I will let you go back and forth today!" Bai Hu was furious, and chanted a mysterious incantation from his mouth, and suddenly from the depths of Wuya Mountain, a terrible black rush up In the mist, I saw a black coffin flying out. As if thousands of troops and horses were pressed across the sky, they crossed the white tiger and slammed into the Lingtian Peng.
The Sword of Judgment flew out actively, killing the black coffin.
"when!"
The sound of metal handover resounded through the heaven and the earth, the sword of judgment was shaken and flew back, and the black coffin was like a broken bamboo, and it continued to crush.
This coffin, like iron but not iron, wood but not wood, stone but not stone, is the size of an ordinary coffin, but it has the power to crush the sky and earth and bury the heavens and the world.
The Sword of Judgment flew back and flew around the canopy, and then killed the coffin. This time, the momentum was a hundred times more terrifying than before.
"when!"
The two intersected again and again, and both of them were shocked and flew back.
Both Baihu and Lingtianpeng were shocked by the terrifying force and began to cough up blood.
"Kill!" Ling Tianpeng shouted lowly, and after the sword of judgment stabilized, it continued to kill.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" The white tiger was furious, controlling the coffin to smash into the void, crushing the gods and Buddhas. At the same time, the white tiger mobilized the power of Wuya Mountain, and the blood condensed into a sword of killing.