Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1171: This is not what it used to be

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Chapter 1171 This is not what it used to be

The people inside are divided into four camps, standing in four directions from the east, west, south, and north of the stone platform.

To the east, there is a man in black standing with two swords on his back. The hilt of one sword is black and the hilt of the other sword is white. He is slender and thin, and he seems to be out of his mouth. The excalibur is full of brilliance. Although Han Yu had never seen this person, he could guess his identity, the Son of the Promise Hall.

To the south, there is a man in white clothes standing, gentle and gentle, giving people a tepid feeling. It is Zhao Jiajunjie and Zhao Mingchen.

On the west side, there is a woman wearing a colorful robe, her body exudes colorful glow, like a phoenix that is about to be reborn from the fire at any time, with high swelling hair, and a golden phoenix hairpin, dressed noble, like Empress. Wearing a golden mask on his face, only a pair of majestic Danfeng eyes were exposed, with a look of all directions.

Han Yu doesn't recognize this person.

To the north, there is a Linglong treasure car parked. It is the car of Yu Qianshuang, the saint of Blessed Land. You don't need to think about it. Yu Qianshuang must be sitting inside.

Four people represent four forces, four forces. Although they have different temperaments, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Everyone exudes powerful pressure, and a terrifying confrontation has begun invisibly.

As soon as Han Yu entered the palace, six eyes swept toward him.

The six gazes do not come from the four people, but from the back of the Wuji Shengzi (Wuji Temple Shengzi) and Zhao Mingchen.

Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao hid behind Wuji Shengzi, Pang Xuan looked at Han Yu, almost dripping with gloom. At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged to heal her injuries, and Lu Chenhao had passed out.

The power of burning blood has left a terrifying sequelae. A king's body with a promising future was reduced to a mortal body in one day.

Behind Zhao Mingchen, there are also two acquaintances of Han Yu, Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang.

The gaze that looked at Han Yu was also full of hostility. The two brothers and sisters came to Han Yu involuntarily.

As for the four people, only Zhao Mingchen looked at Han Yu, and the others didn't even look at Han Yu.

There are eight people in the entire fifth palace.

"Han, you are too overwhelmed. Can you come in this place too?" Zhao Mingguang sarcastically said.

"You can come in, why can't I?" Han Yu responded strongly.

Zhao Mingguang's face trembled. He was able to enter here because of Zhao Mingchen. Otherwise, with his strength, he would not be qualified to enter.

"Han Yu, Hua Luocan supported you last time and let you escape. This time I see who can support you!" Zhao Mingxi said coldly.

On top of that beautiful face, there is a ruthless look, which is really not beautiful.

"Only you?" Han Yu curled his lips and walked slowly towards the two of them.

"Boom!"

The breath on his body, like a volcanic eruption, gushes out instantly. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang were photographed, and they hummed and hurried back.

"Wu King Eightfold?" Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang both stared at Han Yu incredulously.

Even Zhao Mingchen turned his head to look at Han Yu, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, two substantive gazes shot out from inside the Linglong treasure car, and it was obvious that Yu Qianshuang inside was also surprised.

But soon, that gaze disappeared, and Yu Qianshuang didn't say anything.

Zhao Mingchen turned his head back and said nothing.

As for the Wuji Saint Child and the woman with the golden mask, they still didn't even look at Han Yu. Even if Han Yu showed a decent cultivation level, he couldn't enter their Dharma eyes.

The expressions of Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang became very ugly. They came out this time, and each of them got a piece of the Emperor’s Soldier as a magic weapon. They thought they could vent their evil spirits well, but they didn’t expect Han Yu’s repairs. Because they have surpassed them. In this way, even if they had the emperor's armor, they would probably not be Han Yu's opponent.

Two brothers and sisters, it's not a matter of advancing or retreating.

Zhao Mingxi felt the most uncomfortable in her heart. She was one of the top ten in the Zhao family. Although she was at the bottom, she was also named a genius.

The previous defeat was in Han Yu's hands, because Han Yu took advantage of the imperial soldiers, so she didn't care. But in just a few months, Han Yu actually went from being lower than her cultivation base to being higher than her, which made her unacceptable.

"Come back." Zhao Mingchen called.

He fought with Han Yu and knew how good Han Yu was. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang joined forces, and they are definitely not Han Yu's opponents.

Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang's face changed, and finally they retreated back unwillingly.

Even if they hate Han Yu completely, even look down on Han Yu, but in the face of absolute strength, they have to lower their arrogant heads.

Han Yu gave Zhao Mingchen a faint glance, then slowly moved his eyes to Pang Xuan.

Pang Xuan still stared at Han Yu very bitterly. At this time, there was no fear, and the corner of her mouth still wore a cruel sneer.

Han Yu walked towards Pang Xuan slowly. The Promise Saint Child made him feel the pressure, but this person must be killed.

"Huh!" Suddenly, Shengzi Wuji turned his head to look at Han Yu, two sharp rays of light shot out in his eyes. In its eyes, the sword qi is evolving, one of them evolves into three daos, and the three daos evolves into nine daos...After evolving into countless daos, they return to one again, and so on.

People don't dare to stare into his eyes, it seems that those sword lights can wipe out human souls.

This is a terrible person!

However, Han Yu was not afraid, looked at the Promise Saint Child indifferently, and walked step by step.

"In front of Ben Shengzi, do you still want to kill people?" Wuji Shengzi said coldly, his voice colder than his sword.

"Whoever wants to protect her, she must die!" Han Yu replied in a deep voice, his aura getting stronger and stronger.

"Hmph, overwhelming!" Zhao Mingguang sneered again and again, the horror of the Son of Promise, that is recognized, if the fight is truly let go, there are probably not a few who can fight against Son of Promise.

Han Yu dared to openly provoke the Promise Sage Son, undoubtedly looking for death.

While Han Yu was speaking, he put away the broken sword. This action brightened the eyes of the woman with the golden mask.

Han Yu is expressing his attitude. Even if you are the Son of Promise, I can fight you without the help of foreign objects.

The Son of Promise is at the top of the pyramid of the younger generation. What a powerful self-confidence Han Yu is.

Zhao Mingxi, Zhao Mingguang, and Pang Xuan sneered. In their opinion, Han Yu's behavior was not self-confidence, but arrogance.

"The saddest thing in a person's life is that he can't see how many catties he has!" Zhao Mingxi made no secret of sarcasm.

"Get out!"

Wuji Shengzi spit out a word in a low voice without any movement, but this word seems to contain infinite power. Suddenly, there was a strong wind around him, and a sharp sound of breaking through the sky sounded like a meteorite across the sky.