Han Yu watched this dramatic scene coldly.
Under the temptation of desire, it is really possible to do anything.
Seeing Han Yu's cold eyes, he didn't say anything. Lang Qingtian snorted heavily and gave Zheng Qianjun a wink. Zheng Qianjun had a cold look on his face and strode towards Han Yu.
"Little thief, it was because we were all absorbed by the qi of Xuanhuang, our strength was greatly reduced, and we were successfully attacked by you. Now that the qi of Xuanhuang in our body has been eliminated, do you think we will be our opponents!"
Zheng Qianjun walked up to Han Yu and grabbed Han Yu's neck.
"If you don't hand over what you get, then you will die!"
At this time, Zheng Qianjun didn't look like a teacher.
Han Yu rudely threw a punch.
Six Paths of Samsara Fist!
Zheng Qianjun pouted in disapproval. He was injured by Han Yu before, and that was because his strength was not at the peak. This time, Han Yu was not so lucky.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, Zheng Qianjun's palm shattered directly.
Han Yu's fist slammed into Zheng Qianjun's chest with a mighty momentum.
Zheng Qianjun's chest split open and flew away.
"Ah? How is that possible?"
Zheng Qianjun screamed, even if he was in severe pain, he couldn't understand how Han Yu did it.
"Fourth-grade true fairyland?" Lang Qingtian raised his brows, his eyes shot terrifying rays of light, and said in a low voice: "It seems that you have obtained the inheritance inside."
Yu Ningshuang on the side was also stunned. Seven days ago, Han Yu was still a third-grade true fairyland, and now he is a fourth-grade true fairyland.
This cultivation speed is really astonishing.
Of course, what was even more astonishing was that Han Yu punched Zheng Qianjun, who was in the fifth-grade True Wonderland.
"Han Yu, I think you are a talented person. From now on, you will serve me. You will enjoy the glory and wealth. I will let you enjoy it!" Lang Qingtian took a step forward, and the powerful breath of the sixth-grade true fairyland swept out, covering the world.
Even though Han Yu has the ability to fight against the sky, he has the absolute strength, and he has the confidence to look down on the audience.
"If you submit to me, I will let you enjoy endless glory and wealth!" Han Yu returned Lang Qingtian's words.
"It looks like I won't give you some color, you really don't know how much you have!" Lang Qingtian snorted coldly and stared.
Immediately, the atmosphere at the scene became extremely depressing.
The earth shook violently, and countless rocks fell down, a scene like the end of the world.
Han Yu's thoughts moved, and he held the Heaven Swallowing Sword in his hand, showing his sharp edge in an instant.
"boom!"
Lang Qingtian raised his hand and slapped it with the palm of his hand. The palm rose in the face of the storm, and instantly turned into a length of several feet, and slammed down towards Han Yu overwhelmingly.
That palm, like countless boulders piled up, looks indestructible.
When Yu Ningshuang saw this, her mood instantly sank to the bottom of the valley. Even if she was in her prime, she might not be able to resist this palm with all her strength. I wonder if Han Yu could block it.
The terrifying palm slapped down, and the powerhouses of the fifth-grade true fairyland were all startled for a while, even the dark eagle also looked gloomy.
Han Yu's expression was indifferent, and he stabbed with a sword.
Lightning-like display of a line of egrets on the blue sky.
"Boom boom boom..."
The egrets rushed out and exploded on the huge palm.
Not only did it block the coming of the palm, but it also shattered the palm.
"his..."
Everyone gasped when they saw it.
"Obviously it's a low-grade Huang-level immortal art, how can you give me a feeling of a middle-rank Huang-rank immortal art?" Yu Ningshuang was surprised.
The mysterious and yellow aura was permeating here, and the power of the immortal arts displayed would be greatly reduced, but the line of egrets that Han Yu displayed made her feel the great power.
Lang Qingtian's face changed slightly, he didn't expect Han Yu to be so strong.
Withdrawing his arm, the seals continued, and the sky shook in an instant, and a large khaki-colored seal formed and photographed towards Han Yu overwhelmingly.
"Huang-rank middle-grade fairy art?"
Yu Ningshuang paled in shock.
With Lang Qingtian's cultivation base, he displayed a middle-grade fairy technique of the yellow level. Unless Han Yu responded with a stronger fairy technique, he could not be his opponent at all.
However, Han Yu had just broken through to the fourth-grade true fairyland, and I am afraid that the general Huang-level middle-grade fairy arts are not in control, let alone other more powerful fairy arts.
Just when Yu Ningshuang felt desperate, Han Yu was not only not afraid, but his eyes lit up, full of fighting intent.
"The six dynasties are like a dream and a bird sings in the air!
Han Yu swung out his sword, and instead of sending out an earth-shattering sword qi, he made a sound of earth-shattering bird chirping, which shattered Lang Qingtian's seal abruptly.
"Xiaoyao Sword Manual Fourth Form?"
Yu Ningshuang was stunned.
The fourth form of Xiaoyao Jianpu in the six dynasties is like a dream and a bird sings in the air, but it is a middle-grade fairy art of the yellow level.
Could it be that Han Yu not only made his breakthrough in just seven days, but also mastered this immortal technique
This is too... outrageous, right
And what shocked Yu Ningshuang was still behind.
Han Yu not only performed the fourth form of Xiaoyao Jianpu, but also performed the fifth form - Sending Qiuyan from a Long Wind Thousand Miles.
The long wind rises, sweeping away thousands of miles; the autumn geese fly, traversing the void.
The moment the day was quiet, everyone's eyeballs almost fell out.
I saw Lang Qingtian's body was riddled with holes, like a weathered stone.
Moreover, there was a deep bloodstain on the waist, which was actually cut in the waist.
"how can that be?"
The dark eagle exclaimed, unable to believe what he saw.
The rest of the people were stunned and suffocated for a while.
"Is this your strongest means? It's not that easy to kill me!" Lang Qingtian roared, mad with hatred.
He didn't expect that he was forced to such a point by Han Yu.
However, he doesn't think that Han Yu has stronger means, so Han Yu is still no threat to him.
"Little thief, go to hell!" Lang Qingtian yelled.
He raised his hands, and suddenly the entire vast land and the mountains seemed to be under his control.
"Let you see my strongest means, Wanli Pingchuan!"
For a while, Lang Qingtian's aura became invincible.
Even Han Yu, who has always been very calm, couldn't help frowning at this time.
"Little thief Han Yu, forcing the Palace Master to use his trump card, you should be proud of your death." Zheng Qianjun said gloomily.
He couldn't be more familiar with Lang Qingtian.
Lang Qingtian's Baili Pingchuan is a stunt, and no one can match it in Teng Chaozhou.
Even the state lord of Teng Chaozhou might not be able to stop Lang Qingtian's Baili Pingchuan.
Once this immortal technique is used, Han Yu will surely die.
"Then you also come to see my strongest means, no sky and dark sun!"
Suddenly, a very eerie voice came from the side.
The dark eagle started to move, with black gas all over his body, like a demon king recovering.
In an instant, the inside of the cave was dark and full of chills, as if coming to the Nine Serenity Purgatory.
"Boom..."
The two immortal arts collided, shaking the sky.
The area where the Heavenly Palace was located, the entire area sank, and the remaining ruins were destroyed in an instant.