Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1174: Equally divided

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Chapter 1174 is evenly divided

During this period, the Promise Saint Child quickly rushed across between Han Yu and Pang Xuan, and shouted in a low voice, "Just stay there!"

The Son of Promise is a little angry.

Han Yuneng has been undefeated in the fierce battle with him, which shows its horror. Pang Xuan running around would affect his concentration instead. He is not easy to protect.

Pang Xuan trembled in fright, hiding in the corner and shivering. It was the first time she saw the arrogant Son of Promise, so angry.

"Swish swish..."

Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, and the masked woman gave up the fight in an instant, and came to Han Yu to besiege.

"It seems that this ancient book is still a hot potato." Han Yu frowned.

Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, the masked woman, and the Wuji Shengzi, there is no grudge or hatred between them. The reason why they played against each other was because of this ancient book.

Whoever gets this ancient book, they will instantly turn enemies into friends and kill them together.

Han Yu glanced at the cover quickly, and the words "district" made his heart move.

"Here you are!"

Han Yu didn't have time to read more, and threw the ancient book into the fifth palace.

He doesn't know whether this ancient book is mental or magical powers, but the two characters of ground level are enough to prove its value.

Zhao Mingchen, Yu Qianshuang, and the masked woman turned decisively and rushed towards the ancient book. Han Yu's crisis was resolved.

Wuji Shengzi hesitated and took the initiative to kill Han Yu. Without killing Han Yu, he can't fight for ancient books wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, Zhao Mingchen's attack failed to stop, and he hit the ancient book righteously. For a while, it seemed that time and space were frozen, everyone was stunned, everyone's eyes were staring hard. Ancient books.

If the ancient books are destroyed as a result, it will be a huge loss.

Zhao Mingchen's face is already showing annoyance.

The ancient book flew out and hit the wall, and then fell to the ground, undamaged.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in unison, it is considered that the material of this ancient book is extraordinary.

The battle between the three of them has become more intense and unscrupulous.

Han Yu and Wuji Shengzi collided again, like a comet hitting the earth, making a loud noise.

"Swish..."

The two changed their shapes and shadows, and they could change positions dozens of times in one breath, and the speed of the fight was almost at the extreme.

"Pang Xuan must kill, and ancient books must be seized!"

Han Yu decided to pay attention and look for opportunities.

"Shit!"

Suddenly, a finger sword of the Promise Saint Child left a deep bone scar on Han Yu's chest.

Han Yu turned around and brushed shoulders with Wuji Shengzi, his left arm swept out, hitting Wuji Shengzi's back heavily. Han Yu's arm, like a swept iron rod, directly cracked the back bone of Saint Prophet.

Han Yu took the opportunity to smash on the shoulders of Wuji Shengzi, and smashed Wuji Shengzi to the ground.

Then Han Yu was spinning, turning into a fire top, and hitting the Wuji Shengzi.

After the Promise Saint Child landed, he hurriedly bounced off, and Han Yu hit the ground with one blow, causing the fifth palace to vibrate violently.

Sage Child Wuji withdrew and retreated. In the process of retreating, the knots of his hands were printed.

"Tweet!"

A terrifying bird suddenly formed, raised to the sky with a long cry, flapped its wings, and charged towards Han Yu.

This is a mysterious intermediate-level supernatural power, which the Promise Saint Child can trust.

Han Yu decisively retracted the Vulcan Drilling Legs and performed the fire dragon dance. The huge fire dragon and the birds collided, and both burst into pieces.

"Boom!"

At the same time, there was a loud noise like sandbags hitting the wall.

I saw Zhao Mingchen stand up from the wall embarrassedly, with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. In the battle between the three, Zhao Mingchen was the first to be injured. After Zhao Mingchen took a deep breath, he joined the battle without hesitation.

The battle over there has become more and more popular. Not worried about the destruction of the ancient books, everyone let go of their hands and feet.

Han Yu and Wuji Shengzi are entangled again, and they fight with each other by various means.

Although Han Yu is physically strong, the Promise Son is not slow to react, and he does not go head-to-head with Han Yu. After fighting each other again and again, the two of them could be said to be half a catty, and their injuries were not light.

Pang Xuan, who was hiding in the corner, felt more unhappy in her heart.

Since the battle, the Wuji Saint Child has not suppressed Han Yu. This is by no means a good sign. If Han Yu is determined to kill her, even the Wuji Saint Child will not be able to keep it.

"Swish..."

Suddenly, the sword on the back of Wuji Shengzi broke out, traversed two beautiful arcs, and struck Han Yu on both sides.

"Huh, fortunately, you are the saint son of the Promise Hall. You are the leader of the younger generation, and you are the first to use weapons. Shameless!" Han Yu sarcastically.

"I have been with the sword since I was a child, the sword is me, I am the sword, how can I be ashamed of it!" The Promise Saint Child responded indifferently.

He has a belief in invincibility and does not think there is anything wrong with using the sword.

His sword is not something else, but his magic weapon, like his arm.

The most important thing is that most of his magical powers are displayed with swords. Without a sword, his combat power will be greatly reduced. And Han Yu is already so strong that he must display all his combat power.

Two swords, like two poisonous snakes, killed Han Yu by surprise.

"Chichichichi..."

In a blink of an eye, six sword marks appeared on Han Yu's body.

Sage Son of Wuji danced his double swords vigorously, without flaws. Han Yu's physical strength was completely gone.

Han Yu's fist has the ability to smash the top king's soldiers, but the fist will hurt, but the sword will not.

Han Yu retreated again and again under the persecution of the Son of Promise.

Pang Xuan couldn't help being overjoyed when she saw this, and secretly cheered the Son of Wuji.

"Shit!"

The white sword brushed over Han Yu's belly, pulling a hole in his clothes, leaving a faint scratch on the skin. Had it not been for Han Yu to avoid at the last moment, he would have been cracked.

"Damn it!"

Han Yu couldn't help being startled in a cold sweat. He turned his body back somersault, stepped on the black sword with his feet, and hurriedly flew backwards with the help of elasticity.

Sage Son of Promise sneered and followed Han Yu like a bone gangrene.

"Don't think that only you have weapons!"

Han Yu's heart moved, a bright purple brilliance bloomed from the center of his eyebrows, and a purple stick flew out from the center of his eyebrows, soaring rapidly, turning into a length of ten feet.

Han Yu grabbed it in his hand, clicked twice in succession, and clicked on the blades of the black sword and the white sword one after another, breaking the two blows of the Promise Saint Child.

The things in Han Yu's hands are like sticks, not sticks, one end is flat and one end is pointed. The whole body is crystal clear, exuding purple fluorescence, and it is very strange.

This is the magic weapon that Han Yu has tempered with the purple sand divine sand. At this time, it is only a rudimentary form, and it does not have the style of fighting and the power of the magic weapon. However, Zixiao Shensha is a magic material, extremely hard, and a sharp weapon in close combat.

Sage Son of Promise is a little surprised. Only those who have cultivated the power of the soul can nourish the soul with the magic weapon of life, and generally use the essence and blood to warm the soul. Unexpectedly, Han Yu was still a person who cultivated the power of the soul.

When I saw the shape of the spear embryo in Han Yu's hand, I laughed at him: "With a magic weapon that has not been fully formed, I want to compete with this son?"