Chapter 1887: No cliff

Chapter 1887
When the Ling Tianpeng took a step forward, the army slapped a horse and killed it. The mountain shook and the galaxy changed color. It seemed that what rushed was not a team of people, but a black whirlwind, behind the army, forming a vortex of terror, sweeping the world. The blood on Mount Wuya came surging like a big wave, condensing into a blood sword with murderous intent, coming first, and killing in front of the army.
"kill!"
Ling Tianpeng shouted, and the sword of judgment on his head rushed out, with a long white tail, peerlessly gorgeous, making the world pale.
"Run!"
In the distance, the onlookers were still in a daze, Han Yu uttered a low drink, and rolled away with the old blacksmith's shield.
"boom!"
Two swords collided, one sword represents sacredness, and one sword represents killing.
The sound of terrifying collision instantly became the only one of heaven and earth, and the space between heaven and earth was flooded with terrifying white and red brilliance.
The moment the two swords faced each other, suddenly the blood-red sword exploded, turning into blood and spilling, and the sword of judgment flew back. At the same time, the Ling Canopy and the army also flew backwards.
"Puff!" Ling Tianpeng burst out blood.
"Boom boom boom..." The opponent's crew exploded one after another, and more than a hundred masters all fell.
Following the fall, there were also creatures in the area of ​​tens of millions of miles, and countless creatures were shaken by the terrifying collision, and they were shaken to death.
The spirit canopy flew upside down for dozens of miles before landing on the ground, and slid out dozens of meters away on the ground before stopping. His face has become extremely pale, but the corners of his mouth are smiling.
This blow was not that he was more powerful than that team, but that the sword of judgment was more powerful than the killing sword of blood. Under this level of contention, it was as strong as the spirit canopy, and its effect was negligible.
"Xiaoyu, you are back."
Far away in the sky, the old blacksmith came back to his senses with surprise and joy. If Han Yu hadn't reacted in time, he would have died in the aftermath of powerful energy.
Han Yu faced the younger generation of the old blacksmith with his left hand, a steady flow of vitality poured into the old blacksmith's body to help him quickly heal his injuries, and smiled: "Senior, it's been a long time."
"Wuyazi, don't you want to show up?" At this moment, Lingtian rumbling voices sounded, Han Yu and the others stopped talking, and horror beams were shot in their eyes, and you could see Wuya Mountain and the outside of Wuya Mountain. Spirit canopy.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, from the depths of Wuya Mountain, a terrifying roar came out, shaking the sky and the earth.
Hearing this voice, Han Yu couldn't help being stunned. This voice gave him a familiar feeling, like a tiger roar.
In the depths of Wuya Mountain, a white brilliance burst out, propping up a large area in the blood light. I saw a huge figure slowly rising and stepping into the air.
This is a big tiger with the whole body white as snow and the word "king" on its forehead, majestic and extraordinary.
"Mythical beast white tiger?" From the light emitted by the big tiger and the color of its coat, Han Yu can tell that this is a white tiger with the blood of a mythical beast flowing in its body, and it is also a purebred mythical beast.
Han Yu stared at Bai Hu for a while, suddenly his heart moved.
This white tiger is the incarnation of Han Yu.
Even if there is no connection between it and Han Yu, Han Yu can be sure that it is the white tiger lost in the chaotic time and space.
Han Yu thought of a lot all of a sudden, Bai Hu probably didn't want to go back, but deliberately didn't want to go back.
"Does this girl want to leave me alone?" Han Yu frowned. Judging from the current white tiger's aura, the cultivation base is far above Han Yu, and he has lost contact with Han Yu. It is not easy for Han Yu to control it.
"What did it get? Can it completely suppress the connection between me and it?" Han Yu asked.
"Wuyazi, you finally came out." Ling Tianpeng said coldly.
"Wuyazi, it is Wuyazi?" Han Yu was stunned for three times. Then he breathed out a suffocating breath, like a divine initiation.
In a sense, Wuyazi is him, he is Wuyazi. The strange feeling before was explained.
"I, Wuyashan, and your patio well have never offended the river. What do you mean?" Bai Hu said murderously.
"I want to ask you some people." Ling Tianpeng said.
"Who?" Bai Hu said coldly.
"People of the Baili family." Ling Tianpeng said.
"They have already left." Bai Hu said in a low voice.
"Let me go in and have a look." Ling Tianpeng didn't believe it.
"Humph!" Bai Hu snorted heavily, stopped talking, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he looked at the spiritual canopy maliciously.
"Is the Baili family the old madman's family? That means that Daya's full name is Baili Luoxin?" Han Yu thought.
"If you don't let me, then I can only get in." Ling Tianpeng said solemnly.
Bai Hu laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said: "It's a big tone, in front of Lao Tzu, how can you let you show off?"
"Humph!"
Ling Tianpeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed towards the white tiger, and the sword of judgment screamed, turning into a light to kill the white tiger.
"Boom!"
Wuyashan trembled, countless blood burst into the sky, forming a huge blood-colored shield.
"when!"
The sword of judgment hit the blood-colored shield heavily, and the two held each other for a while, and the sword of judgment flew back upside down, and the blood-colored shield crackled with a crackle, and then exploded.
Bai Hu snorted and walked backwards, with a smear of blood quietly flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
The spirit canopy stepped forward with the sword of judgment, aiming at Mount Wuya.
"I'm not angry, I'm still a sick cat, I'll let you come back today!" Bai Hu was furious, and read a series of mysterious spells from his mouth. Suddenly from the depths of Wuya Mountain, a terrible black rose In the mist, I saw a black coffin flying out. It was like a thousand horses crushing through the sky, crossing the white tiger and hitting the spiritual canopy.
The Sword of Judgment took the initiative to fly out and slew towards the black coffin.
"when!"
The sound of metal transfer resounded through the world, the sword of judgment was shaken and flew back, and the black coffin continued to crush like a broken bamboo.
This coffin is like iron and non-iron, wood and non-wood, or stone and non-stone. It is the size of an ordinary coffin, but it has the power to crush the sky and bury the heavens and worlds.
The Sword of Judgment flew back and flew around the Spirit Canopy, and then slammed towards the coffin. This time it was a hundred times more terrifying than just now.
"when!"
The two intersected again, and both were shocked and flew back.
Both the white tiger and the spirit canopy were shocked by the horrible counter-shock and began to cough up blood.
"Kill!" Ling Tianpeng shouted in a low voice, and after the sword of judgment stabilized, he continued to shoot out.
"I don't know how to live or die!" Bai Hu was furious, and controlled the coffin to smash the void, crushing the gods and Buddhas. At the same time, the white tiger mobilized Wuya Mountain's power, and the blood condensed into a sword of killing and cutting, and its murderous aura moved up for nine days, and it shook nine you down.