Picking up a seventh-order martial skill with bare hands is a very stupid way, but Yun Zhonghe has no other way now.
I saw that from Yun Zhonghe's body, a white piece of training shot out, wrapped around his palm, and the moment his palm touched the Dragon Slaughter Spear, the white piece of training rushed up to the Dragon Slaughter Spear like a small snake, supernaturally. Around the barrel of the Dragon Slayer gun.
Immediately, Han Yu was greatly hindered. The Dragon Slaying Spear stopped a foot away from Yun Zhonghe's chest, and it was no longer difficult to enter.
At this point, the nervousness on Yun Zhonghe's face dissipated, and then he sneered arrogantly and said, "Han Yu, killing me so easily is too much!"
"Really?" Han Yu flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and instantly displayed the Nine Heavens Dragon Yin Gong.
"Roar!"
The terrifying sound of the dragon's roar was not weaker than the tiger's roar of the crane in the cloud just now. Yun Zhonghe was suddenly shaken greatly, and he felt that his head was about to split open, and he instantly turned into a walking corpse. The hand on the Dragon Slaughter Spear was released, and the white horse wrapped around the Dragon Slaughter Spear turned into nothingness.
Under the urging of Han Yu, the Dragon Slaying Spear was inserted into Yun Zhonghe's chest again.
Yun Zhonghe quickly reacted and grabbed the Dragon Slayer Spear again, but it was too late.
"scoff..."
The dragon-killer spear was inserted into Yun Zhonghe's chest, and then pierced through his vest. Han Yu picked up the spear, and Yun Zhonghe was directly picked up. Blood was gushing outwards from his mouth, his hands clasped and claws open for a while, then hung down weakly.
Originally, the power of the Nine Heavens Dragon's attack was not enough to hurt Yun Zhonghe. But he and Han Yu were close at hand, and Han Yu was unexpected. It was still possible to disturb Yun Zhonghe's momentary sanity.
The battle between the two was already at a critical juncture, and life and death could be separated in a minute and a second. At this critical moment, Yun Zhonghe was unconscious, and naturally he would die.
The people watching the battle all opened their mouths in a daze, as if a big hand was pinching their necks, suffocating them.
Yun Zhonghe's death was more incredible than Zhuge Lingtian's death. Even after the battle was over, some people couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Han Yu's thoughts moved, and the Dragon Slaughter Spear was dissolved into nothingness. The crane in the cloud smashed to the ground heavily, and the blood was quickly swallowed by the arena.
Han Yu frowned, do you want to watch Yun Zhonghe's blood drain out again
The scene fell into extreme silence, and after about ten breaths of time, bursts of cold breath broke out. With the blessing of seven times the combat power, it is comparable to the Yun Zhonghe of Mu Tianxiao, who was killed by Han Yu, who was not optimistic. This is the first time in the history of Qinzhou!
The people of White Tiger Villa were all dumbfounded, and no one dared to take revenge in the ring. Han Yu's eyes swept across the crowd, but no one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to challenge Han Yu in the ring.
Today's Han Yu is truly invincible! Now just wait for the three-day deadline to enter the second level of the ancient battlefield. The second person to do so in five hundred years.
Liu Fei was so excited that he covered his face and cried bitterly. He was very happy and proud of Han Yu's achievement.
Han Yu glanced at Yun Zhonghe, thought about it, and put away his body. Although this move is difficult for people to understand, and it is easy for people to doubt Han Yu's purpose, he really can't bear to waste Yun Zhonghe's blood like this.
Han Yu beckoned to Liu Fei and let him board the ring. Han Yu saw some of Liu Fei's performances before, and Han Yu was very happy to make such a friend in Qinzhou.
Liu Fei stepped into the ring, but Han Yu didn't say much, and directly took Liu Fei a sixth-grade medicine for him to heal. The shock caused by Yun Zhonghe's boarding of the ring earlier accidentally injured Liu Fei.
The black arena, after absorbing the last trace of blood on the surface, suddenly vibrated, and the whole arena was shaken for a while, as if the terrifying monsters were suppressed under the arena, and they were about to break through the arena and come out.
"What's going on?" Everyone's color changed. Not only the ring No. 9 was shaking, but the entire ancient battlefield was shaking. The masters who were as strong as the first-level Earth martial arts felt a little unstable.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed Liu Fei and was about to fly up into the sky, but suddenly found that the eight steps of the Tianlong didn't work.
Han Yu didn't hesitate, grabbed Liu Fei and rushed under the ring.
"Boom rumble..."
Han Yu just rushed down half of the ring, and the ring split from the middle. The force of the terrifying vibration was that even Han Yu was knocked to the ground and it was difficult to get up.
"Shhhhh..."
From the cracks in the ring, black rays of light rushed out, with an incomparably cold breath and chilling meaning, as if the gate of hell suddenly opened.
The cracks were pulled frantically from the No. 9 arena to both sides, and soon a crack that was several meters wide appeared in the ancient battlefield, dividing the ancient battlefield into two halves.
Inside the crack, it is like a bottomless abyss, and it is impossible to see where it is. There was chaos at the scene for a while, and many people fell into the cracks. Han Yu and Liu Fei also fell into the cracks and quickly fell down.
"Roar… "
The white dragon sprang out of Han Yu's body and flew to Han Yu's feet to catch Han Yu.
Although the invisible power made Han Yu unable to perform the eight steps of the Tianlong, the white dragon is proficient in the void technique and can fly anywhere.
After Han Yu stood firm, he swept around in astonishment. Beneath this ancient battlefield was a vast and boundless underground world.
"what… "
Suddenly, a scream caught Han Yu's attention, it was Liu Fei. Han Yu hurriedly drove the white dragon to fly over, only to see Liu Fei's body falling rapidly, showing his teeth and claws, and screaming in horror.
Han Yu went under Liu Fei to catch him, Liu Fei still closed his eyes and screamed again and again. Han Yu shouted several times before opening his eyes. He was surprised and happy when he saw that Han Yu had caught him. He seemed to think of something and asked, "Brother Han, are we dead?"
Han Yu was speechless and said angrily: "Live well, come down quickly, you want me to hold you for the rest of your life!"
Liu Fei smiled awkwardly, but when he saw the unforgettable void, he couldn't help holding Han Yu's hand a little harder, for fear that Han Yu would throw him away.
"It's okay, you won't fall to death with Xiaobai!" Han Yu had a headache, he didn't have the habit of hugging men.
"Xiao Bai?" Liu Fei's eyes widened when he realized that the white dragon was carrying them.
Dragons only exist in legends, but I didn't expect to see living creatures now. And why does this white dragon look familiar? Liu Fei seems to have seen it somewhere. After pondering for a while, he suddenly remembered that when Han Yu used the Dragon Slaying Spear, he had a white dragon energy that looked exactly like this white dragon.
The only difference is that this white dragon is a living creature, and Han Yu is a gas when he uses his martial arts.
"Brother Han, where did you get this white dragon?" Liu Fei asked in surprise. How could he never see Han Yu ride on such a big white dragon, and Han Yu didn't bring it into the ancient battlefield
"This is my mount!" Han Yu threw Liu Fei on the back of the white dragon and said lightly.