Chapter 1828: Kill

Chapter 1828
When Yun Taixu and their swords were about to meet Han Yu, the scene suddenly changed and they appeared in a strange world, surrounded by flowing light curtains, like water curtains.
"The mind world?"
Yun Taixu exclaimed.
Han Yu appeared and looked at him meaningfully.
"You are a master in the later stage of Martial Saint, you are not Han Yu?" Yun Taixu was so scared that he couldn't keep his mind, and kept backing backwards.
Han Yu slapped it out.
"Boom boom..."
The three people's thoughts exploded in an instant, turning into rain and disappearing.
When Han Yu returned to reality, the three of them were already lying in front of him.
"Roar!"
The white dragon uttered an exuberant shout, and rushed out of Han Yu's dantian initiatively, looking at Yun Taixu, his eyes shining. With a sudden inhalation, a blood line of origin qi rushed out of Yun Taixu's body and was absorbed by the white dragon with joy.
Then the white dragon began to bloom with a terrifying white brilliance, a painful scream from its mouth, its body split and gradually transformed into shape.
In the end, the white dragon turned into another Yun Taixu and got all the memories of Yun Taixu.
"Are any masters dressed as young disciples coming in to kill me?" Han Yu couldn't help being amused when he received the letter from the white dragon.
Yun Taixu, who was transformed into a white dragon, took off Yun Taixu's clothes, and put Yun Taixu's cyan sword on his back.
Han Yu quietly waited for the black hole to feed back, but the result disappointed him. The black hole has been quiet.
Han Yu glanced at the sky and couldn't help frowning. The suppression of the heavens was too terrible, and the black hole could not feed him back. From this point of view, he wanted to go one step further, it was as difficult as the sky.
Han Yu sighed secretly, drew out the original Qi of the other two people, and let the purple dragon swallow it. The purple dragon has reached the brink of resurrection, only because the spit out dragon energy has less than ten percent of the battle power of Han Yu, and he does not have the basic conditions for resurrection. At this time, even if he swallows the original Qi of the bloodline, he cannot be resurrected. Raising his hand to destroy the bodies of the three people, Han Yu took the white dragon back into his body and moved on.
Before the jade stele outside, the master of Yuxu Saint Palace went crazy. The names of the three people in Yuxu Sacred Palace disappeared from the jade stele together. It was simply untrue. Many people couldn't help rubbing their eyes.
"These three are all masters of the Hualian Five Layers in the middle stage of Wusheng. Who can kill them at the same time? Don't give them the opportunity to use the life-saving charm? Who has such great ability?"
"Han Yu? Kendo One? Ling Zun... who the is it?"
Yuxu Saint Palace couldn't think of who it was, and no one else could think of it.
The masters of Ling Xiaohan and the Supreme Holy Land frowned, and three died at the same time, which is really unusual.
"Even Ling Zun, it is difficult to kill three people in one blow at the same time. Unless there is a sneak attack, but he doesn't need to do so. Is it Kendo I? Kendo I and Yuxu Sacred Palace have no grievances, why bother? Do this? Han Yu is the only one who can start, but does Han Yu have this ability?" Ling Xiaohan's thoughts were spinning rapidly.
Time continued to advance, and suddenly, another person's name disappeared from the jade tablet in Yuxu Saint Palace.
This person was a master of Hualian Sixth Layer in the middle stage of Martial Saint, and he was one of the people who dressed in disguise to assassinate Han Yu.
"How is it possible? Did other sects also send masters in disguise?" Palace Master Yun Daoyuan of Yuxu Saint Palace was moved.
However, there is a ghost in his heart, and he dare not speak out the guess in his heart.
"Boy, I said, the Ten Thousand Races Conference must blow your mouth!"
"Snapped!"
A loud slap rang, and half of Meng Zuisheng's mouth was instantly torn, and he fell to the ground and coughed up blood.
"Devil, you better kill me, or I won't let you go." Meng Zuisheng roared.
When encountering the magical master of Hualian Second Layer of Wusheng's mid-term, he is not an enemy of one at all. Quietly took out the life-saving charm, ready to escape.
"Boom!"
Meng Zuisheng's hand exploded when the master demon cultivator stepped on it.
The demon man squatted down and picked up the life-saving charm, sneered: "The life-saving charm can't save you!"
After finishing speaking, he stepped on Meng Zuisheng's mouth with one foot, and stomped Meng Zuisheng's entire mouth into a smash.
"Devil, my boss will never spare you!" Meng Zuisheng shouted in a vague voice.
"Your boss? Han Yu? How long he can live is unknown, do you still count on him?" The man said, stepping on Meng Zuisheng's heart, slowly exerting force, and slowly bringing Meng Zuisheng into life. The heart burst.
"Do you regret that you didn't enjoy life well before? Don't worry, I won't let you die too fast, I will let you enjoy this pain!"
The man stepped on Meng Zuisheng's left knee, slowly crushing Meng Zuisheng's knee.
"Kill me if you have a seed!" Meng Zuisheng yelled. Now death is a relief for him.
"Hey..." The man let out a gloomy laugh. Halfway through the laugh, it stopped abruptly, his head exploded like a watermelon, and his body fell straight.
"Huh!"
A figure disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of Meng Zuisheng in an instant.
"Boss..." Meng Zuisheng exclaimed in surprise.
Han Yu squatted down to help Meng Zuisheng up, and his vitality poured into Meng Zuisheng's body continuously to help him heal his injuries.
"Boss, I knew you would come." Meng Zuisheng suddenly hugged Han Yu and burst into tears.
Han Yu suddenly became speechless, and said with a smile, "A big man, why cry?"
Han Yu pushed Meng Zuisheng away and quickly refined a few medicinal materials to heal his injuries. He waited until Meng Zuisheng was almost recovered, and said, "Heal yourself, I will protect you."
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, there were terrifying loud noises from all directions, a terrible collapse appeared in the void, and a square mask appeared, covering Han Yu and Meng Zuisheng.
"What's the matter?" Meng Zuisheng was taken aback.
"Relax with peace of mind." Han Yu said lightly.
Meng Zuisheng glanced around and nodded to calm down.
Four figures appeared around, slowly walking towards Han Yu, one of them was an old man surnamed Ren.
"The four masters of Hualian Seventh Layer in the middle stage of Martial Saint are here." Han Yu smiled faintly.
Of these four people, two are from Yuxu Sacred Palace, and two are from Demon Cult. After Han Yu got Yun Taixu's memory, he slightly tricked the four to show up. He didn't expect the four to come very quickly.
"Han Yu, this space has been blocked by us. Even if you have a life-saving charm, you can't escape to the sky. Obediently hand over that thing, and the old man will let you die!" The old man surnamed Ren said with a solemn face.
"Since I have to die if I hand it over, why should I hand it over?" Han Yu smiled faintly, and his eyes scanned the four people meaningfully.
"Brother Ren, don't talk nonsense with him. When I refine his soul, he will naturally hand over your things obediently." An old demon sect smiled cruelly.