The hundred-foot-tall giant was wearing a white battle armor and transformed into three heads and six arms. Each of the six arms held a hundred-foot-long giant sword, sweeping across all directions!

This sudden change shocked the masters of Heiyun Mountain and screamed repeatedly. This hundred-foot-tall giant suddenly appeared in the densest place among their crowds. Six hundred-foot-long giant swords swept across like a strong wind. They saw it on the spot.

Blood spurted out like water mist, and the sound of broken bones and flesh made one's teeth chatter.

"It's that guy again!"

"The master who killed the Ninth Hall Master! It's him again! He's still alive!"

"It's Yu Hang!"[

Soon someone recognized the hundred-foot-tall giant, and it turned out to be Yu Hang.

Both Black Cloud Mountain and Yuhua Pavilion sent people to search for traces of Yu Hang, but they never found any traces. Everyone on the Black Cloud Mountain side guessed that Yu Hang had died due to the assassination of the Lord of the Nine Halls, and died on the battlefield that day.

But the Yuhua Pavilion side disagreed. Yu Hang’s life slip was enshrined in the Yuhua Pavilion. It was safe and sound, not broken, and could not be dead. But where exactly he went, the experts of the Yuhua Pavilion couldn’t say.

Come up with a reason.

Now that Yu Hang suddenly came out, the masters of Heiyun Mountain were naturally shocked. On the other hand, the masters of Yuhua Pavilion were very happy to see this. There were bursts of wild laughter, and the morale of Yuhua Pavilion was greatly boosted!

"Kill that kid!" A master who was fighting with the commander of the Third Army sent a message to another old man.

The old man was wearing a coarse robe. He had an ordinary appearance and wrinkles on his face. He looked like an ordinary old farmer in the world. But in fact, he was a palace master of the Black Demon Palace, and his strength was still the same as that of that old man.

Above the Nine Hall Masters who were killed by Yu Hang.

The Master of the Eighth Palace jumped up, broke away from the entanglement of the commander of the 15th Legion, and swooped towards Yu Hang like a falcon attacking a rabbit!

At this time, the old man's energy and energy were like the sun in the sky, shooting out a compelling light. His body was slightly bowed, and his speed was as fast as a sharp arrow. His eyes were no longer cloudy, but shot out cold light like an eagle's eye.

Mang.

There is no trace of an old country farmer here, he is clearly an old butcher who has killed thousands of people!

The Lord of the Eighth Palace came to attack, and Yu Hang had already noticed it. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Compared with a year ago, his strength had increased several times. He could kill a Ninth Hall master back then.

Lord, what’s so difficult about killing an Eighth Hall Master now?

Buzz!

Without even looking, one of the hundred-foot-long swords suddenly swung upwards. The hundred-foot-long sword slashed upward from below like a small mountain peak, carrying a cold killing intent.

The Eighth Hall Master also didn't blink an eyelid. A cane in his hand that looked like rotten wood suddenly burst out with a gray light. He raised the rotten wood cane in his hand and pointed it at the long chop.

The sword struck down fiercely.

Buzz!

The vibrato is endless!

The rotten wooden cane that looked like it would break at any time actually burst out with incredible power, blocking Yu Hang's sword.

Compared with the hundred-foot-long sword, the walking stick looks really inconspicuous. One looks like a giant elephant, and the other is an ant at the foot of the giant elephant. But now, this little ant has actually blocked the giant elephant's leg, which is Yu Hangdu.

I couldn't help but frown, and took a second look at the cane in his hand, thinking to myself that it was such a treasure.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Yu Hang's huge body suddenly spun. With six long swords surrounding his body, he spun at high speed like a hedgehog with barbs. Any master who was slightly closer to him turned into flesh on the spot.

mud.

This is Yu Hangjiang

The answer is self-evident!

The Eighth Hall Master frowned. He learned the lesson from the Ninth Hall Master last time and used all his strength as soon as he struck. He was confident that his attack, coupled with the extraordinary power of the cane in his hand, would surely kill this damn Yuhua Pavilion genius.

The scene was reduced to a bloody mist.

But the result was far beyond his expectation. Not only was the other party fine, but he also tied with himself.

"How could it be so strong!" He didn't believe it in his heart, and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes. He jumped to avoid the pursuing commander of the 15th Legion, and rushed towards Yu Hang again.

At this time, the huge blade storm swept across the entire battlefield like a violent wind.

The more enemies gather in a place, the more Yu Hang likes to join in the fun.

The sounds of bones being torn apart came one after another, and there were screams, exclamations, and curses.

Wherever the sword storm passed, large pieces of flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, turning into a real path of death.

The masters of Heiyun Mountain were frightened out of their wits. When they saw the huge sword storm approaching, they turned around and ran away. They did not dare to gather together anymore and scattered around.

Of course, there were also people with crazy looks in their eyes, who fiercely attacked Yu Hang. These were masters of the fourth level of reality and the third level of reality. Hundreds of people surrounded them with a shout.

They did not come into contact with Yu Hang, but used spells to attack him.

At the same time, there were spears piercing the sky, arrows piercing the sky, and fireballs like the sun crossing the sky, all of which greeted Yu Hang.

What's more, some people even summoned meteors from the sky, and large meteorites and Death Stars crashed towards Yu Hang, creating an apocalyptic scene.

"He's dead!"

Facing such an attack, not only Yu Hang, but even the Supreme Being would have to retreat, right?

They even imagined Yu Hang's fate of being shattered into pieces, and a smile appeared on their lips.

However, the smile froze on his face before it lasted long.

"Impossible! How could this happen! Ah!"

Screams and exclamations sounded, and a stream of blood mist spurted out.

The huge blade storm was like a meat grinder, any attack was crushed on the spot. Meteorites and Death Stars exploded, and the broken stones shot out in all directions like sharp swords, piercing through countless holes on the spot.

The body of a master.[

And Yu Hang went to kill the Black Cloud Mountain masters who attacked him. His speed was as fast as a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were turned into pieces of flesh and bones.

Unstoppable!

Yu Hang is like a murderous god, there will be blood and screams wherever he passes, even the Eighth Hall Master can't stop him!
Chapter completed!