Chapter 441 Inorganic

But seeing Huangfu Yuran waving crazily with a knife in one hand, there seemed to be no way to say. But there seems to be an inexplicable clue in the chaos. A series of swords flew out from the remnant soul-sama swords, covering all the surrounding area. In this way, it is not easy for Han Buyu to leave here.

After all, there is a gap in cultivation. Even if Huangfu Yuran's knife speed has reached a visual limit and produces dazzling phantoms, it has not reached the level where he can't find traces in the eyes of Hanbuyu. At best, it's just a little faster.

Even if Huangfu Yuran's move is clearly seen, he still can't avoid it completely. His body is still in the frozen stagnation, and Huangfu Yuran's knife has reached the top of his head.

Soon, Han Buyu Zhenyuan shook his body and turned sideways to avoid this deadly knife. Waving the sword blocked Huangfu Yuran's almost crazy knife move. The speed of the two became faster and faster, and the chaos caused by the weapon attack stirred up the surrounding air.

"Die!" Huangfu Yuran shouted coldly, holding the knife in both hands and holding it high above his head, swallowing three feet of knife light on the tip of the knife. Then he saw Huangfu Yuran split his hands, and a huge knife flew over to Han Buyu.

Han Buyu also waved two swords, and the two crossed swords rushed up against the light of the knife. Originally, I thought there would be a earth-shaking collision and Zhenyuan's impact, but I was stunned by the crowd and watched the sword spirit pass by.

There is no loud noise or random Zhenyuan, just like two light and shadows in different planes passing by. As if it was not even driven by air, it rushed straight to the other party.

Han Buyu frowned and had a cold sweat on his forehead. In this situation, I really haven't seen it a few times, but Zhenyuan's shape can't resist it. It can only be blocked with weapons, which is likely to hurt the body.

At this time, it is not the time to be stunned, condense the Zhenyuan on the body surface, raise your hand and inject the true spirit of the sword across the chest into the sword. I hope that this can stop Huangfu Yuran's blow and mobilize almost all the Zhenyuan that can be mobilized. It seems that he dares not underestimate the existence of Huangfu Yuran anymore.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Han Buyu looked at everything in front of him in surprise, and Huangfu Yuran's knife light passed through him without causing any harm. However, his sword spirit really hit Huangfu Yuran, and Huangfu Yuran's body flew backwards like a flutter in the wind.

No one could easily believe this incredible process. Huangfu Yuran's powerful blow was actually a false move, and he was hit by the other party's sword spirit. Even if both sides are injured, at least some defensive measures must be taken, but Huangfu Yuran did not. After swinging the knife, he followed him closely, and then flew out head-on by the sword spirit.

Seeing that Huangfu Yuran couldn't help being so shocked, Han Bu breathed a sigh of relief and took back the released Zhenyuan. I'm still thinking, "After all, I'm still a child. I don't have much combat experience. Don't enter the world of cultivation in the next life."

Just as I raised my hand and was about to put the sword into the sheath, I felt a trembling murderous atmosphere behind me, and I habitually turned around and waved the sword. The sound of a long sword coming, and Han Buyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said contemptuously, "Baby, you are still very young!"

"Ha ha, isn't it?" Huangfu Yuran grabbed the long sword pierced his abdomen with his left hand, and blood dripped from his fingers. What Huangfu Yuran saw on his face was a smile, a cruel smile.

Huangfu Yuran tilted up the corners of his mouth, and bloodthirsty red light bloomed in his eyes. The soul-stricning knife in the right hand trembled slightly, and slowly drew an arc like a slow motion, followed by a long shadow.

Seeing the remnant soul-stricying knife as a head cover, Han Buyu unexpectedly sprouted fear and had the idea of escaping. He reached out and pulled the sword, but he didn't move at all. His body seemed to be locked and could not be euvered.

It's just that Huangfu Yuran's waved soul-shaking knife will not stop. Although the slow knife spirit is aggressive, the cold breath will freeze the air. When it was about to approach, the red light flashed, and the speed was suddenly a little faster. Han Buyu could no longer avoid the attack of the remnant soul-sword before he had time to turn his head to one side.

After a "poop", a stream of blood flowed out of Han Buyu's neck along the body of the soul-sama knife. Huangfu Yuran still grasped the long sword that pierced Han Buyu's body, and blood beads had oozed from the corners of his mouth. His face was ferocious and he smiled. His cold voice made people creepy, as if it were empty and cold ghosts from the nine hells.

The remnant soul-haling knife cut into Han Buyu's shoulder and did not take it away, but stayed there sucking the blood flowing from the wound like a baby. At the same time, the power of the pale soul is sucked out, which is the real horror of the soul-shattering knife.

Han Buyu suddenly felt that the blood in his body was rapidly converging towards the wound on his shoulder... No, it should be said that he was losing out of his body. The pain of the soul being torn is so obvious, and the yuan god in Dantian is also ready to move.

In panic, he hurriedly closed his acupuncture points to stop this bad omen, but it had no effect at all. Not only the wound, but also a pulling force came from all over his body to pull the soul of Han Buyu out of his body. Gradually, the awareness of Korean Buyu became a little blurred, and Yuan Shen also slowly walked out of Dantian at this time, which was completely controlled by Han Buyu.

Han Buyu's inner fear can no longer be expressed. If he wants to shout loudly, he finds that he can't even speak. Is it really so dead? Is it really so dead in the hands of a junior that more than 100 years of cultivation will be destroyed in the hands of a milky hairy boy?

Han Buyu is unwilling, and no one will be reconciled. This is the unfairness of the world. His hard life is not as good as the cultivation of a little child for less than 30 years. How can this make people not be jealous? Han Buyu began to struggle... a useless struggle.

Huangfu Yuran slowly pulled out the long sword inserted in his chest with a sneer, and a red flame appeared in his left hand. Under the burning of the flame, the sword actually melted little by little. Not to mention the magic weapon, it can't stand the flame so much. At least this is a portable weapon of the leader.

Finally, Yu He, who was standing not far away, found something wrong. He raised his hand and patted it out and shouted, "The evil barrier, stop it!"

Huangfu Yuran raised his eyelids and looked at Yu He slightly. He gently raised the soul-shalting knife with his right hand and gently raised it to the back of Han Buyu's back waist along the gesture knee. His body tilted backwards and pushed Han Buyu out a few steps.

Huangfu Yuran did it very well, which not only hurt Han Buyu, but also ensured his safety and let Han Buyu stand in front of him. At least Yu He would not directly do it.

Han Buyu was pushed out by Huangfu Yuran and directly hit Yu He's palm. It was strange to say that the originally sharp palm became soft at the moment he touched Han Buyu's body and slowly put Han Buyu on the ground.

Yu He flashed to Han Buyu's side and squatted down to check Han Buyu's injury. Han Buyu was already wandering in the sky at this time. Except for the faint breathing that could prove that he was still alive, his whole body was like a corpse.

Yu He frowned and transmitted Zhenyuan into Han Buyu's body and felt the weak yuan god in Han Buyu's body. Yu He's eyes turned a little red. He looked up in the direction of Huangfu Yuran and whispered, "What have you done to him?"

"Two of the three souls have gone, only one of the seven souls, and less than one of the energy of the yuan god. He won't die soon, but he won't die!" Huangfu Yuran's cold voice floated out faintly, and at the same time waved the soul-sama knife with red light in his hand.

Yu He had a little impulse to run away, and what Huangfu Yuran did has deeply touched Yu He's reverse scales. First, he killed his beloved grandson Baixiao and was born in Yu Jie, and now he beat his beloved disciple like this. What a big blow for an old man!

Yu He slowly stood up, and the bulging Zhenyuan blew up his wide robes. His fingers made strange gestures and pointed high to the sky and read words in his mouth.

As soon as the disciples of the inorganic sect saw the elders making this gesture, they followed suit one after another. Except for Huangfu Yuran, everyone present made the same action, pointing their fingers to the sky and saying words.

Huangfu Yuyan shrugged his nose and smelled the faint smell of blood in the air. His body slowly floated up and held the knife with both hands high above his head.

In the strange posture of confrontation, a touch of light blue Zhenyuan appeared in the hands of each inorganic disciple at the same time, which was transmitted to the elder Yu He, as if a cobweb was completed in an instant. Everyone sent Zhenyuan to Yu He's body.

The turbulent Zhenyuan has made Yu He's momentum rise steadily, which has implicitly driven the transformation of nature. The clouds in the sky also began to rotate regularly, looking like a big Taiji pattern spreading in the sky from a distance.

Huangfu Yuran completely ignored all this, and the remnant soul- killing knife raised above the top vibrated slightly and made a distant whine. The blood-red light flashed in the half-squinted eyes, and it was cruel and sad.

As if experiencing the vicissitudes of ancient times, Yu He put down his raised hand and gently drew a gossip figure in front of him. The whole body was slowly injected into the gossip map, and the gossip map emitted a dazzling light.

Huangfu Yuran's side also changed, and the blood-red fog once again filled Huangfu Yuran's whole body. Behind the red blood fog, there seemed to be a shadow of the God of War standing there, and I couldn't tell whether it was a guardian or something.