Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1887: No Yazi

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Chapter 1887 No Cliffs

Only when the spirit canopy took a step forward, the army slapped and killed it, and the mountain was shaken, and the galaxy changed color. It seems that what rushed is not a team of men and horses, 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!"

The spirit canopy 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 let out 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 between heaven and earth, and the world was filled with terrifying white and red brilliance in an instant.

The moment the two swords confronted each other, suddenly the blood-red sword exploded and turned into blood, and the sword of judgment flew back upside down. At the same time, the Ling Canopy and the army also flew backwards.

"Puff!" The spirit canopy burst into blood.

"Boom boom boom..." The opponent's troops exploded one after another, and more than a hundred masters all fell.

Following the fall, there were 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 the body 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 is not that he is more powerful than that team, but that the sword of judgment is more powerful than the killing sword of blood. Under this level of battle, it is as strong as the spirit canopy, and its effect can be ignored. Excluding.

"Xiaoyu, you are back."

In the distant sky, the old blacksmith came back to his senses, surprised and happy. If Han Yu hadn't reacted in time, he would have died in the aftermath of powerful energy.

Han Yu's left hand is facing the younger generation of the old blacksmith, his vitality is constantly pouring into the old blacksmith's body, helping him quickly heal his injuries, and smiling: "Senior, it's been a long time."

"Wuyazi, don't you want to show up?" At this moment, the voice of Lingtian rumbling sounded, Han Yu and the others stopped talking, and horror beams shot in their eyes, and you could see Wuya Mountain and Wu The spirit canopy outside Yashan.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, from the depths of Wuya Mountain, there was a terrifying roar, shaking the sky and the earth.

Hearing this voice, Han Yu couldn't help being taken aback. 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 **** 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.

"The white tiger of the sacred beast?" 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 sacred beast flowing in its body, and it is also a purebred sacred beast.

Han Yu stared at Bai Hu carefully for a while, suddenly his heart moved.

This white tiger is the incarnation of Han Yu.

Even if it has no connection with Han Yu now, 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." Lingtianpeng said coldly.

"Wuyazi, it is Wuyazi?" Han Yu was stunned for three times. Then he spit out a suffocating breath, as if Daigo empowered.

In a sense, Wuyazi is him, and he is Wuyazi. The strange feeling before was explained.

"I, Wuyashan, and your patio well have never invaded 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.

"A member of the Baili family." Ling Tianpeng said.

"They are gone." Bai Hu said in a low voice.

"Let me go in and have a look." Ling Tianpeng didn't believe it.

"Hmph!" Bai Hu snorted heavily, stopped talking, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the spirit canopy maliciously.

"The Baili family, is it the family of the old madman? That is to say, Da Ya's full name is Baili Luoxin?" Han Yu asked.

"If you don't let me, then I can only get in." Ling Tianpeng said solemnly.

Baihu laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said: "What a big tone, in front of Lao Tzu, how can you let you show off?"

"Huh!"

Ling Tianpeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed towards the white tiger, the sword of judgment screamed, turning into a light to kill the white tiger.

"Boom!"

The Wuya Mountain trembled, and countless blood bursts into the sky, forming a huge blood-colored shield.

"Dang!"

The sword of judgment hit the blood-colored shield heavily, and the two held each other for a while. The sword of judgment flew back upside down, and the blood-colored shield crackled with a crackle, and then exploded.

Baihu snorted and walked backwards, with a smear of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

The spirit canopy stepped forward with the sword of judgment, aiming at Mount Wuya.

"I don’t show off, and I am still a sick cat. Today I will let you back and forth!" Bai Hu was furious, chanting mysterious spells from his mouth, and suddenly rushed from the depths of Wuya Mountain. With the terrible black mist, I saw a black coffin flying out. As if a thousand horses pushed across the sky, they crossed the white tiger and slammed into the spirit canopy.

The sword of judgment flew out on its own initiative and slew towards the black coffin.

"Dang!"

The sound of metal switching resounded through the world, the sword of judgment was shaken upside down and flew back, and the black coffin continued to be crushed like a broken bamboo.

This coffin is like iron and non-iron, wood and wood, stone and stone, 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 toward the coffin. This time it was a hundred times more terrifying than just now.

"Dang!"

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!" The spirit canopy uttered a low voice, and after the sword of judgment was stabilized, it 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.