Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 389 The Confrontation between Two Terrible Powers
"I haven't agreed yet!"

Han Yu collapsed on the ground half dead, without much strength to move.

"I didn't say the latter sentence."

The spirit of the weapon shook its head with a strange look on its face, but there was no one else here!

The wax-faced man suddenly looked up at the sky, his voice slightly cold.

"Sure enough, your nose is as sharp as a dog's. You follow me wherever I go!"

It turned out that not only Han Yu heard this sentence, but the wax-faced man also heard it.

Suddenly, a hint of green floated in the cloudless blue sky.

A huge green leaf floated up and down and then fell down. Only then could one finally see clearly a figure standing on the green leaf.

The man who came looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was dressed in green, with a Taoist bun on his head. He had a square face and a free and easy manner.

"Don't agree blindly, or I'll have to chop one more off."

Well, speaking is also very special.

The Taoist glanced at the half-dead Han Yu with a smile in his eyes, then he put his sword fingers together and waved his hand. Sword energy from all directions simultaneously strangled the wax-faced man.

Facing the Taoist's methods, the wax-faced man also grabbed with his five fingers.

The wind was dancing wildly, there was no gorgeous vibration, nor any sound of the earth collapsing. However, only Han Yu, who was in the middle of it, knew how terrible the fight between the two sides was.

Just a simple collision between the two, the powerful pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and the force that accidentally overflowed almost crushed him back into the mud.

The strength of both sides is not so overwhelming, but they look insignificant.

There is only one possibility!
Both of them compressed and utilized their strength to the extreme.

After some probing, Han Yu could feel that the wax-faced man was at a disadvantage. It was because when both sides stopped fighting, the Taoist was still calm, but a corner of the wax-faced man's robe embroidery was cut off.

The slightest difference is a thousand miles away!
The difference between masters is often just this fine line.

"You are such a good rat that you know how to take advantage of opportunities. I let you sneak into Middle-earth without even noticing. What a failure."

After the Taoist stopped, he stood with his hands behind his back and spoke with a sneer.

"It seems that the Holy Church's campaign to wipe you out was too lenient."

The wax-faced man also retorted.

The two sides exchanged information back and forth, which implied that the corpse refining lineage also had an equally powerful opponent.

But Han Yu had never heard of Zhongzhou.

The Taoist took a step forward on the green leaves and instantly came below, standing opposite it.

With a cold look between his eyebrows, he said in a deep voice, "Are you planning to fight me before leaving, or are you just going to leave now in disgrace?"

"Don't think you can defeat me. If all my twelve clones were gathered together, would you dare to speak like this?"

The wax-faced man's face twisted, as if he was a little angry, and he spoke.

"The question is, do you dare?"

The Taoist just sneered when he heard this, as if he had heard a huge joke, and laughed out loud.

"You are such a coward that you split a healthy person into twelve parts and scattered them all. Do you dare to gather your clones together?"

"A bird in the hand is worth a hundred in the forest. You still need a junior like me to teach you such a simple truth. Soul-dividing, you have wasted your years and survived. When you were the same age, you were not as good as me, let alone that dying kid."

The Taoist's words seemed to have a significant impact on him. Han Yu clearly saw that the wax-faced man, or the split soul, had a very stiff and ferocious look on his face.

The Taoist continued to speak, like a string of cannonballs, "You can also try, using your clone as a price to injure me, and make a contribution to your Holy Church."

The split soul was completely enraged, and it took a few steps to come in front of the Taoist priest. For a moment, the whole sky and earth darkened, and the area of ​​several miles centered on the two of them lost all color.

Muffled thunder exploded in the air, and every move of the two people was like thunder, and the collision was even more thundering.

The collision of the flesh was already so terrifying, and it was accompanied by the frequent methods used by the two. A giant palm suddenly solidified from the sky and pressed down towards the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest also pointed his sword towards the sky, and the whole person seemed to have become a sword.

It indeed became a sword. In Han Yu's eyes, the Taoist's figure gradually gathered and condensed into a huge sword, and the sword body slashed towards Qingcang's hand.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the sky seemed to have a hole in it, and a tear appeared at the place where the palm and sword fought, like a scar.

A turbulent current continuously gushed out from it, and after falling into the mountains and rivers, the mountains and rivers turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and then fell into the plain. The plain was sunken to form a huge lake, and under the changing wind and clouds, it was like a doomsday scene.

Han Yu was stunned. Judging from the strength of both sides, he would die if he was accidentally hit by the aftermath. If they really came to blows, he might not be able to withstand a single move.

Fortunately, I was still thinking that if my body was stronger, I could avenge the other party, but it turned out that the other party could beat me half to death without even having to make a move.

abnormal.

The strength of the two was so abnormal that even a pervert like him felt it was abnormal.

The fight between the two sides is still going on, and it is difficult for outsiders to see their movements clearly because they are too fast.

Occasionally, when the light flashed and stopped, people could be seen, and then they disappeared immediately the next moment, but the terrifying fluctuations continued.

After fighting for a full quarter of an hour, both sides stopped at the same time in perfect tacit understanding. At this time, the Taoist was breathing slightly, and his green clothes were a little messy.

The split soul was even more miserable, with disheveled hair that completely covered his sallow face, and his clothes were torn in various places.

See you all.

The split soul's face was distorted and ugly, but he had no way to deal with the other party.

"I told you, you're too scared of death. Do you think it's smart to divide yourself into 12? No, you're old and stupid. Don't ever think of defeating me in your life."

The Taoist sneered, his words were full of ruthless sarcasm.

"You angered me like this, just to kill my clone."

The soul suppressed his anger, casually rolled up his black hair, revealing his waxy face again, and then spoke coldly.

He was not stupid either. The other party's repeated provocations were simply to force him to fight to the death.

But how could I be so stupid as to use a clone to injure the other party?

Even if the other party is injured, he will recover sooner or later, but if your clone is gone, it will be gone forever.

This is not worth it. Besides, he is really afraid of death...

"I want to leave, and you can't stop me."

The split soul took a few steps back, already having the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

He looked at the group of figures on the city gate behind him, as well as the Fire Spirit itself, and then looked at Han Yu who was not far from his feet.

"I'll be back again, and you won't be so lucky next time."

I?
Han Yu curled the corner of his mouth, "You bastard, you just bully a little cultivator like me."

Then the soul snorted with a hint of reluctance, turned around and took a step, and disappeared in an instant...

The Taoist looked into the distance in the direction where the other party disappeared and sighed with a hint of regret.

He did not move to chase after it, because what the other party said was indeed right. As long as the split soul wanted to escape, he would not be able to stop it.

"You bastard, you're a coward."

It’s a pity that I couldn’t force the other party to fight to the death.

Only then did he turn his gaze back to Han Yu, with a look of admiration.

"The kid is pretty firm. I like this kind of firmness."

(End of this chapter)