Chapter 393

"What is this?"

Han Yun's look changed slightly.

In the direction of Taiyuan City, a terrible evil spirit turned into a rolling blood cloud, and the whole Taiyuan city was shrouded in blood.

Taiyuan city.

"What's going on? What's this?"

"What a terrible smell. I seem to feel that the spirits are frozen!"

"This smell seems to come from the Hu family..."

……

The whole Taiyuan city is in great panic.

Countless warriors looked at the layers of blood clouds in the void, and the surprise on their faces could not be concealed.

"Boss, what should I do now?"

Yuan Yue asked Han Yun.

"You enter the battle group space first. I'll deal with this!"

Han Yun said in a deep voice.

Although this breath was extremely terrible, Han Yun felt that it was not as unfathomable as the little nun summoned last time.

in other words.

The things in this blood cloud did not reach level 12!

Han Yun doesn't worry as long as he's not a level 12 old monster.

There are twelve levels of summoning runes. What about the great emperor and the strong?

When the emperor comes, kill him anyway!

"Ye Liangcheng, just wait to die!"

Emperor Feng looked at Han Yun with a murderous face!

"Waiting to die?"

Han Yun smiled indifferently.

Taiyuan city has the great emperor and the strong.

This really exceeded his Han Yun's expectation, but the emperor wanted to kill him Han Yun, which was too much!

"Brothers, withdraw..."

Yuan Yue turned his head and shouted angrily.

"Want to escape!"

A cold current rose in Feng Di's eyes.

One appeared in front of Han Yun. Since he took the initiative, he shot at Han Yun.

"Hey, hey... The disciples of my death battle group want to leave. Even if the emperor comes, he can't stop it!"

Han Yun looked at the emperor's attack and raised a touch of pride on his face.

"Death battle group..."

Emperor Feng looked a little, then his face changed greatly, looked at Han Yun and exclaimed, "are you..."

"Bad!"

Han Yun patted his head.

I was so excited that I almost exposed it!

"Brothers, get out!"

Han Yun whispered. A disciple of the God of death battle group quickly disappeared.

"So you are Han Yun, the leader of Taihao city. Han Yun, how dare you provoke the Hu family?"

The emperor's eyes soared.

"Exposed?"

Han Yun's mouth was filled with an evil smile.

Looking at the disciples of the death battle group behind them, they have all entered the battle group space.

The smile on Han Yun's face began to wantonly.

"Even if you know, you will die today!"

In Han Yun's eyes, the murderous spirit soared.

The secret.

Never expose!

Otherwise, Taihao city will face the crazy anger of the other six cities.

Six cities work together.

Even if Han Yun is not afraid, it is definitely a disaster for Taihao city and the ancient city of University!

"You want to kill me?"

As soon as the emperor's face changed, he said coldly: "although your combat power is stronger than me, you want to kill me to be emperor. It's too small to see me being emperor!"

"As long as you wait until your ancestors come, it will be the end of your Taihao city!"

In the eyes of emperor Feng, the cold burst!

"Die!"

Han Yun's eyes are extremely cold.

"The seventh move of Wuxian battle Boxing - Tiger roaring!"

"Roar..."

Han Yunyang roared angrily and saw a huge divine tiger appear on Han Yun's head.

Rolling prestige spread from the divine tiger.

"What a terrible power!"

Many martial artists looked at this scene with great surprise in their eyes.

"You are really not a disciple of the kingdom of God..."

The murderous spirit soared in the eyes of emperor Feng!

"Ha ha... When did I say I was a disciple of the kingdom of God!"

Han Yun sneered.

"Level 5 crazy soldier!"

With a roar, Han Yun's strength soared fivefold again.

"How can you be so strong!"

The emperor was surprised.

The sixth style of Wuxian battle boxing matches the cultivation of Han Yun's seventh level little emperor, which has reached the realm of eighth level little emperor.

Now it soars 32 times again!

Han Yun's power has reached the peak of level eight little emperor!

"Feng Diquan!"

Feng Di punched him with a fist, and his face was very dignified!

"Touch!"

The divine tiger on Han Yun's head jumped out and collided with Feng Di's fist.

A violent collision.

The space is torn open, and the endless power of space fills the whole world!

"What a terrible battle!"

The fighters were shocked.

Two people fight.

Thousands of miles around has become a restricted area. The space cracks are wanton, and the aftermath of the battle tore up one space crack after another.

Even ordinary small emperors and strong men.

I dare not insert the war between them.

This is the real battle of Xiaodi's peak. The power of each punch has reached the limit.

"After the power of the divine soul is upgraded, my playing power seems to be more terrible..."

Han Yun's eyes burst with light.

One move at a time.

Han Yun obviously feels that compared with the power of the emperor's soul in the early stage of level 10, Han Yun now has more perfect control over the power.

Every trace of power.

It's all under Han Yun's control!

"Poof..."

Emperor Feng flew out upside down with blood in his mouth. Looking at Han Yun who was wanton in war, Emperor Feng didn't even think about it.

Run straight to Taiyuan.

On Han Yun.

He felt a sense of crisis of death. His intuition told him that if he didn't leave again, it was likely that he couldn't wait for the arrival of his ancestors in Taiyuan!

"Want to escape?"

Han Yun sneered at the corners of his mouth.

If Feng Di continues to fight with him, he can catch two punches.

Now run away without fighting.

Han Yun is confident that one punch can solve him!

"Blink!"

Looking at the evil spirit getting closer and closer in the distance, Han Yun didn't dare to hesitate at all.

With a cold drink in his mouth, Han Yun's figure disappeared in place.

"Finally escaped..."

The emperor was relieved, but when he turned his head, his face suddenly changed.

Where's Han Yun?

Han Yun in the center of the battlefield, but now there is no shadow!

"Did he know that the old ancestor came, so he ran away..."

The emperor thought in his heart.

"Are you looking for me?"

But the tone in Feng Di's heart had not been completely put down, and a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Why are you here?"

Emperor Feng exclaimed.

Turning around, it was Han Yun.

Looking at Han Yun, Feng Di's face changed greatly. In terms of speed, he was defeated again!

"The waste of the little eight level emperor also wants to escape in front of Han Yun. It's a joke“

Han Yun looked at Feng Di and said with disdain.

"Level 8 little emperor is waste?"

Emperor Feng looked a little cold, but looking at the rolling war gas on Han Yun, the cold on emperor Feng's face suddenly disappeared.

Han Yun in front of me.

He can't compete.

What he has to do now is to wait for the arrival of the ancestors of Taiyuan city!

As long as we wait for the arrival of the ancestors of Taiyuan City, Han Yun will die!

Emperor Feng absolutely did not think that Han Yun could still compete with the ancestors of Taiyuan city.

"Han Yun, our ancestors are coming soon. When our ancestors come, you will die!"

Looking at Han Yun, Feng Di said coldly.

"Are you procrastinating?"

Han Yun looked at Feng Di and asked with a smile.