The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the outsider Han Yu was not found at all.
The master of the Promise Palace was about to end An Yifei with a sword, and suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and then he was shocked to find that his palm was cut off from the wrist, and blood spurted out, sending out a heart-piercing misery. Call.
An Yifei was also stunned. He had already been appointed to die, but he did not expect such an earth-shaking reversal.
"Shuh..."
A figure disappeared in a flash and quietly appeared in front of An Yifei.
"You are... Brother Han?" An Yifei exclaimed, his eyes widened instantly.
At this time, Han Yu, more than a year ago, has a clearer outline and sharper eyes, and his temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes, but An Yifei still recognized him at a glance.
"I'll deal with him first." Han Yu smiled at An Yifei, turned around, and slashed at the man just now.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Promise Palace!" The man roared. But then, it was drowned out by the terrifying sound of the wind. Although Han Yu struck out with one palm, it was as if several palms hit the man at the same time. The man fell into the void like a meteorite and slammed heavily on the ground, with only qi going out and no qi entering.
An Yifei was in a daze when he saw it. He thought that he had come to Leiyin Holy Land, received special training, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds. But after Han Yu's shot this time, it can be seen that there is still a big gap between him and Han Yu.
But soon, An Yifei suppressed the fluctuation, and nothing would seem too shocking to Han Yu.
Even though Han Yu was standing in front of him with the third-level cultivation of King Wu, An Yifei felt it was right. If Han Yu has not reached the third level of King Wu, it will be a little strange.
"Brother Han, it's great to see you!" An Yifei's eyes were red with excitement, and Han Yu was like a divine soldier, pulling his life back from the gate of hell.
"Long time no see, you have made great progress!" Han Yu said.
When I saw An Yifei before, An Yifei was only at the first level of Wu Zun, but now he has reached the first level of King Wu. It is no exaggeration to say that he has made rapid progress.
"Compared with Brother Han, it's still worse!" An Yifei felt a little ashamed.
If it is calculated according to the cultivation base, he has indeed grown a lot, but according to his age, his cultivation base at this age is nothing.
An Yifei's aptitude is not bad, but because he was not valued by the Thunder Palace before, his cultivation base was not high at the beginning. However, after entering Leiyin Holy Land and receiving targeted training, he suddenly opened up his own potential and accumulated a lot of money.
The sudden change here caused the rest of the battlefield to stop at the same time, and the people from the Promise Hall and Leiyin Holy Land looked at Han Yu in surprise.
In the distance, An Ting's whole body was covered in blood, not only the blood of the enemy, but also his own blood. When he saw Han Yu, he was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank, and there was a faint flash of cold light in his eyes.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
All the people from Leiyin Holy Land gathered here, and with An Yifei, there were still five people left. On the other side of the Promise Hall, after Han Yu killed one person, there were still four people left, and they also gathered together.
Most of the men and horses of the two sects died, and the bodies fell to the ground in a mess.
Except for An Ting who gave Han Yu a cold look, the three people from the Thunder Holy Land politely greeted Han Yu and thanked Han Yu for helping him.
Han Yu's shot this time not only saved An Yifei, but also made the fighting Libra tilt to Leiyin Holy Land instantly, which could be regarded as saving everyone's life.
"Boy, who are you?" The leader of the Promise Palace looked at Han Yu coldly and asked, his body filled with murderous aura. This person is a master of the fourth level of Martial King, but his body is not lightly injured.
Han Yu ignored it.
"Why, don't you even dare to report your own name?" The man shouted angrily.
"Hmph, I disdain talking to the dead!"
After Han Yu finished speaking, he moved directly and rushed over. After saving An Yifei, Han Yu was destined to kill him completely.
Feeling the powerful aura gushing out from Han Yu's body, the man's expression changed slightly. He was not afraid of Han Yu, but now Leiyin Holy Land had the upper hand and continued to fight, which was extremely unfavorable to the Promise Hall.
"Withdraw!" The man gave Han Yu a vicious look and made a decisive choice.
"Shhhhh..."
All the people in the Promise Hall turned around and quickly fled away.
"kill!"
An Yifei shouted loudly and rushed out immediately. Seeing this, the people of Leiyin Holy Land started to pursue them.
Han Yu took the ethereal step with all his strength, caught up with the leading man, and shot with a punch.
"Evil thief, I have no grievances or enmity with you in Wuji Temple, why are you pressing each other so hard?" The man roared, extremely annoyed in his heart. They had already firmly occupied the advantage, but they didn't want to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway, which not only made the advantage of the Promise Hall disappear in an instant, but also put their lives in jeopardy.
What responded to him was the sound of a sharp fist breaking through the air.
"Damn it, Wu Wang Sanzhong, don't think I'm afraid of you!" The man couldn't avoid it, turning around and shaking Han Yu hard.
When the two collided, the man realized that he had underestimated Han Yu's ability, but it was too late to regret it. Han Yu's attack was like a violent storm, and soon the man was killed under Han Yu's fist.
Such a sharp killing made the people in Wuji Temple and Leiyin Holy Land cold from head to toe. The leading man in Leiyin Holy Land opened his mouth, only to feel his throat dry.
He is also the fourth-level cultivation of King Wu, which is comparable to that of the leader of the Wuji Temple. He knows how powerful the leader of the Wuji Temple is.
An Ting looked at Han Yu, his face became extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth, and once again performed his terrifying killing technique, the beast appeared, let out a terrifying roar, and rushed over to tear up a master of the second level of Wu Wang. Broken into pieces, the momentum is amazing. After killing one person forcefully, I felt a little better in my heart.
However, compared to Han Yu's punch to kill the fourth-level martial king, An Ting's blow was much less shocking. After all, An Ting was already a third-level martial artist. Moreover, An Ting was not lightly injured, so he forcibly used this magical power, but he was met with a lot of backlash, and the blood could not stop overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
But looking at Han Yu's eyes, there is still a provocative color.
Han Yu looked at the fierce and incomparably poor Qi, and his eyes were bright. The voice he heard before was this Qiongqi.
It was the first time that Han Yu saw An Ting perform this kind of supernatural power, and Han Yu could see that this supernatural power was extraordinary, and it still seems that way.
An Ting hurriedly received the magical power, and his provocation turned into vigilance. Han Yu glanced at An Ting lightly, but said nothing. How could he not feel An Ting's hostility, but it is difficult for An Ting to become Han Yu's opponent now.
The other two battlefields ended soon, and all the people in the Temple of Promise were killed.