The man's words surprised Han Yu. He originally thought that only the first-class sects had masters in the realm of Martial Kings, but he did not expect that there are such strong people among the loose cultivators. This has to make him sigh, Wuzhou is really a place where masters gather and talents come out in large numbers.
"How do you know about the Xuantian realm?" Han Yu suddenly realized that the situation might have gotten worse.
"The grievances between you and Tianchan Sect have become well known. In the entire Xiling land, I don't know how many people want to find you. Speaking of your heart, I admire everything you have done, so as long as you If you tell me where the Xuantian Realm is, not only will I not embarrass you, but I will not reveal your whereabouts." The man pretended to be very sincere.
"Since you already know my deeds and dare to block the road, are you not afraid that I will kill you?" Han Yu said coldly.
"You are very strong, but it is not easy for you to kill me!" the man said proudly. He has confidence in his own strength.
"If that's the case, then let you try it out, the punch is so powerful!" Han Yu's body moved, and he rushed towards the man like a tiger. After a few flashes, he arrived in front of the man.
"Broken Fist?" The man was stunned, thinking what the hell is this name
However, the man didn't have time to think too much, and Han Yu's fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes.
On this fist, there is a faint cyan light, with a sharp aura, like a sword unsheathed, with energy like a broken bamboo. The man hurriedly raised his hand and greeted him with a palm.
"Boom..."
The fist and the palm collided heavily. In the man's palm, there was a burst of pain from a cracked bone, which made him scream. From Han Yu's fist, a terrifying force rushed to him like a flood. , making his arm instantly numb.
The man turned pale with fright, and hurriedly used his body technique to retreat quickly.
However, Han Yu followed him like a shadow, and his fists were moving in circles. In a blink of an eye, the man was hit with several punches, each of which would make him unable to fight back and would break a bone.
"Stop!" The man was frightened and hurriedly called to stop.
Han Yu's momentum is too strong. Once he makes a move, he won't even have a chance to breathe. At this rate, the man will soon be demolished by Han Yu.
"Hmph, it's too late!"
Han Yu, who showed his punch, was incomparably imposing, and his blood boiled. Strike out with both fists, and swear not to give up until you kill the opponent.
If the man's speed is faster than Han Yu's, he can still escape, but unfortunately his speed is far less than Han Yu's, so he can only be chased and beaten by Han Yu.
"Han Yu, I have no grievances with you, why should I kill you?" the man shouted.
"I have no grievances or enmity with you, why did you stop me and kill me?" Han Yu sneered.
The man's intestines are about to regret, but there is no regret medicine at all.
"Han Yu, I was wrong. Stop it. I can give you whatever compensation you want!" The man hurriedly begged for mercy.
The coldness in Han Yu's eyes was even stronger, and he saw a sinister look in the depths of the man's eyes. The man will definitely not admit it as he said. There is no doubt that as long as Han Yu releases him, he will immediately inform others of Han Yu's whereabouts.
"Bang!"
The man punched again in the chest, his sternum split open, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Ah, Han Yu, I fought with you!"
When the man flew out and Han Yu chased after him, he took out his natal magic weapon. Just now, Han Yu was like a gangrene in the bones, and he was at a loss when he was beaten. He never had time to use his weapons, and now he has a chance.
The man's natal magic weapon is a silver axe. In the man's hands, it seems to be alive, protecting his body, making Han Yu unable to get close.
Han Yu tried to hit him several times, but was forced back by the axe.
"Hahaha, Han Yu, no matter how powerful your fists are, how can you compare to my demon axe?" The man laughed. Forcing Han Yu to retreat again and again, he finally let out a bad breath.
"Isn't it just a low-level king's soldier? What's so good!" Han Yu saw the opportunity and punched the side of the demon axe.
"Looking for death!" The man shouted coldly, and the axe slammed into Han Yu's fist.
"when!"
The two collided, making a loud noise like metal handover. The Yaoming Axe was almost knocked flying by Han Yu's punch. Han Yu took advantage of the man's door to open, jumped up and kicked the man's chest, kicking the man out, and Han Yu also flew backwards with the help of the recoil. And back, turned around in the void, and then fell steadily.
The man had been injured in the chest before, and when he was kicked by Han Yu, the injury was even worse, and he kept spitting out blood from his mouth. After tumbling for thousands of meters in the void, it stopped.
"How is it possible that you actually used your fist to smash my demon axe?" The man looked at Han Yu, his eyes widened, it was incredible.
He didn't realize that Han Yu's arm was hidden behind his back, his fist was loosened and clenched, and the clenched and loosened to relieve the pain. Above the fist, it was worn in many places.
However, Han Yu's face had a light-hearted look, and he moved to kill the man.
The man was terrified, turned decisively and fled away. He no longer had the courage to fight Han Yu again. Han Yu struck a blow with his bare fists and his natal magic weapon. In his eyes, he was no different from the evildoer.
But the man's speed could never be compared to Han Yu's, and he showed it in the ethereal step, his body was like a ghost, and there was no trace.
In the forest, rumblings and screams continued to sound. After half an hour, calm down. Somewhere in the rubble, Han Yulingfeng stood upright, and in front of him lay a corpse, the man just now.
Although Han Yu's expression was calm, his mood was unusually excited. This is his first time, face to face, without the means of Qi Tianshi, to kill a master of the third level of Wuwang.
Han Yu glanced at the wound on his left shoulder, and the bones were already visible, but Han Yu didn't care at all.
"Whoosh!" Xiaojiao rushed from a distance, ran up Han Yu's left shoulder, and licked Han Yu's wound with his tongue.
"Ow..." After Xiaojiao added Han Yu's wound, he suddenly called out when he saw Han Yu's wound, and his voice was a little anxious. It seems to be saying: Why doesn't my saliva work as it used to
Han Yu hugged Xiaojiao in his arms and fondly touched its little head. The healing effect of Xiaojiao saliva is still there, but because the power of the bloodline has dropped significantly, the healing ability has also dropped.
Han Yu's body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the healing effect of its saliva on Han Yu has naturally become very insignificant. At this time, it is comparable to the healing technique of the blue dragon.
Han Yu hesitated for a while, but still told Xiaojiao that he had lost the power of his bloodline. Xiaojiao can't speak human language, but he can understand Han Yu's words.
After listening to it, not only was there no sadness, discouragement, or hatred, but instead, he advised Han Yu not to worry, it was all right.