Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 620

After Lu Xumiao burned all the power of his blood, his cultivation rose from the fifth Tianwu to the sixth Tianwu, forcibly suppressing the terrifying aura of Bo Yi Dao, and chased Han Yu with a roar.

The vitality in Lu Xumiao's body was completely mobilized by him, and it continuously surged toward the Chi Yan Sword in his hand. The sword light on the Chiyan Sword has changed from one zhang to two zhang, from two zhang to three zhang...It continues to increase sharply. When he is still three hundred feet away from Han Yu, the sword light has grown to more than 30. Zhangzong, looks appalling.

Han Yu, who was three hundred feet away, felt the hot breath emanating from the Chiyan Sword, which made Han Yu feel like he was about to ignite spontaneously.

Han Yu glanced back and looked at the tens of feet of sword light. Lu Xumiao clenched the hilt in both hands, like crazy, he knew that Lu Xumiao was going to fight him hard, ready Life and death are determined by one sword.

If Han Yu's speed is faster than Lu Xumiao's, he can still escape, but Lu Xumiao breaks through again, and the speed is faster than Han Yu's. Han Yu can't get rid of him at all. The only way is to use the strongest state. Go to meet and see who is the last one.

Han Yu's only advantage now is that he has the white dragon to travel, so he doesn't have to worry about how to fly. The white dragon keeps changing its trajectory, delaying the time to meet Lu Xumiao. Han Yu put the Bo Yi knife away, holding the medicinal materials in both hands and refining wildly.

Seeing the medicinal materials quickly turn into fly ash in Han Yu's hands, Lu Xumiao's eyes widened. The speed of refining medicinal materials is too fast, right?

This chasing and fleeing took more than ten minutes, and the white dragon with Lu Xumiao kept going round the mountain. Lu Xumiao did not rashly launch an attack on Han Yu. This time it was his strongest blow. If Han Yu could not be killed by one blow, he would be exhausted, so he appeared very cautious.

However, although the white dragon is fast and responsive, the distance between the two is always getting closer.

It didn't take long for the distance between the two to narrow to about one hundred and fifty feet, and he had entered Lu Xumiao's attack range, but Lu Xumiao did not rush to make a shot. He wanted to kill with one blow, and no mistake was allowed.

In the distance, Jiang Lixuan and Ma Pingchuan were already attracted by the fighting here. Seeing Lu Xumiao's flames rushing into the air, their hearts fell madly, cold sweat on their foreheads.

They don't know whether Han Yu can turn the danger into a disaster.

Many people of the Lu clan are also watching. If Lu Xumiao wins, the crisis of the Lu clan is lifted, and if Lu Xumiao loses, the Lu clan has become the history of Jingzhou.

There are two people and no one is not tugging.

Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent rushed up into the sky, and the Bo Yi knife had already appeared in Han Yu's hands. The sword was full of black air, and it was extremely terrifying.

Han Yu turned around and looked at Lu Xumiao, the white dragon carrying him quickly away.

"Swish swish..."

The vitality in Han Yu's body continuously turned into a qi python rushed out of his body and injected into the Bo Yi knife. The blade of the Bo Yi knife began to skyrocket. It didn't take long before it became more than twenty feet, which was breathtaking.

Although Han Yu's sword light is not as majestic as Lu Xumiao's sword light looks, Han Yu's sword light is blessed with dragon energy and is more calm and restrained.

When the distance was about forty feet, Lu Xumiao shot.

The Chiyan Sword was in his hand, used as a swordsman by him, holding the hilt in both hands, smashing it down. The terrifying Jianmang had the momentum to cut through the void, and the terrifying heat wave hit Han Yu one after another.

The white dragon stopped, Han Yu held the hilt of the Bo Yi knife in both hands, and slashed upwards diagonally against the sky. The black sword shattered the ground.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the world trembled. There are only two colors left between heaven and earth, red and black.

The red is dazzling, the black is deep; the red is like the collapse of a sea of ​​fire, and the black opens like hell.

"Rumble..."

The two colors collided like a thundercloud, and spectators who were dozens of miles away felt the void tremble. No one can see Han Yu and Lu Xumiao who wins or loses, where they are, flames are boiling and black gas is lingering.

"Brother Han, you have to hold on!"

Jiang Lixuan clenched his fists tightly, and the cold sweat quietly slipped from his fingers.

"Grandpa, hold on!"

Lu Chenhao's eyes were red, and his body trembled involuntarily because of tension.

Time passed quietly, and strong winds swept everywhere.

It took a full ten minutes before the energy flow on the battlefield dissipated with the wind, and the pictures everyone saw were thrilling.

The mountains collapsed, the ground exploded, rivers flowed backwards, and everything became empty. The place where Han Yu and Lu Xumiao fought, within three miles of the area, was devastated and completely defaced.

Everyone's eyes began to look for the figures of Han Yu and Lu Xumiao in the ruins, sweeping down, only to see the bruised Lu Xumiao, and the Chi Yan sword, Bo Yi knife, and spirit swallowing gourd scattered around. There was no Han Yu. Even Han Yu's mount, the White Dragon, disappeared without a trace.

The several masters on the side of the Holy Kingdom of Xilai are all very nervous, where is Han Yu? Could it have been wiped out in the aftermath of the explosion?

Jiang Lixuan suddenly felt his head dizzy, and he staggered back a few steps.

The attack just now had the power to destroy the world and blow a person to ashes. It was not a difficult task at all.

"Oh oh oh……"

The people of the Lv Dynasty began to cheer, some weeping with joy.

Lu Qiongxiao, Lu Qiongxing, and Lu Chenhao breathed a long sigh of relief, their tears slipped quietly, and finally killed Han Yu, and the Lu clan finally got rid of the scourge of genocide.

"Swish swish..."

The three figures rushed madly from three directions.

One is Jiang Lixuan, one is Ma Pingchuan, and the other is Dark Devil Dragon.

The Lu people were struck by lightning, Han Yu was dead, but Lu Xumiao’s current situation is not good, and on the side of the Holy Kingdom of Xilai, there are two masters of the Tianwu Second Layer, a Tier 1 Heavenly Beast. . Even without Han Yu, who can stop their edge? Lu Qiongxiao and Lu Qiongxing shouted one after another, rushing to kill them.

At this moment, Lu Xumiao, who was lying on the ground, stood up slowly, his eyes swept across three directions, as cold as electricity, causing Jiang Lixuan, Ma Pingchuan, and Dark Demon Dragon to stop suddenly.

"Dead!" Lu Xumiao didn't say much, only spit out one word. But this word is more touching than Nine Sky Thunder.

The Lu people cheered again, shouting long live the old emperor, and their voice shook the sky.

Lu Xumiao walked over slowly and picked up the Chi Yan Sword. Although he was seriously injured now, his blood-burning power has not disappeared, and he still maintains the sixth level of Tianwu cultivation.

Tianwu Second Layer, Tier 1 Heavenly Beast, in his eyes is no different from Ants.

And he was also ready to kill all those who threatened the Lu Dynasty before he left the state.

Lu Xumiao glanced at Bo Yi Knife and Spirit Swallowing Gourd, his eyes lit up, and picked it up in the past, naturally tied the Swallowing Gourd to his belt, put the Bo Yi Knife in the Qiankun bag, and then soared to the sky, towards the horse. Hirakawa killed.

"General Jiang, Dragon King, help me!" Ma Pingchuan yelled. He didn't have the courage to fight against Lu Xumiao alone.