Chapter 30 Fearless to Death

Just as the people in black made up their mind that even if they tried their lives to help Ye Han escape from the tornado, they heard a messy and harsh broken sound of something suddenly came. The people in black immediately looked at the sound and saw the dragon covering Ye Han and the stone pillar. The rotation speed of the wind seemed to suddenly accelerate a lot. The winding wind was like a sharp knife, cutting deep knife marks on the surface of the stone and earth pillar where Ye Han stood.

With more and more knife marks, it became deeper and deeper. Finally, only a depressing muffled sound was heard, and the thick stone and earth pillar surrounded by a person suddenly collapsed, turned into countless gravel, and flew with the tornado.

"No, the power of the Fengtianyu tornado is getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid the Lord of the Four Pavilions is in danger!" When a man in black saw this situation, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the other people in black around him: "Brothers, are you afraid of death!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Afraid of death is a tortoise!"

"His grandma, will I be afraid of death?"

"Hahahaha, well, since the brothers are not afraid of death, we will explain our life here today. Even if I hit it, I will hit the tornado of Feng Tianyu!" The eyes of the man in black who asked just now showed a trace of fierce evil spirit without fear of life and death. Suddenly, he took a big step and rushed straight to the center of the open space. Other people in black also rushed out with the wild laughter of "hahahaha..."

Looking at the dozens of people in black who exude fearless and fierce momentum in the open space and rush to the tornado, whether it is the tens of thousands of people onlookers or the ten mysterious kings around them, they are deeply shocked at this moment-

These dozens of people in black have reached more than ten Xuanwang-level cultivation, but the others are all Xuanshi-level. Such power may be usually powerful, but in the face of the moves made by Shangfeng Tianyu, a Xuanhuang-level strong man who is known as the first master in the world, it can only be regarded as a waste of nothing, not to mention At most, these are people in black with only Xuanwang-level cultivation. Even Xuanjun can only be regarded as an ant in this case.

But now, it is such a group of ants who dare to rush forward fearlessly in front of the powerful forces that they are unable to fight at all. At this moment, they are not afraid of life and death. At this moment, they are the real strong: "Brothers, go, save the four pavilion masters!"

In the roar, a group of people in black had come to the edge of the pit. They saw their footsteps stamped on the edge of the pit, and their bodies suddenly shot out and rushed to the tornado above the pit fearlessly. At this time, they were the moth that was fighting the fire. Although they knew they were dead, they were still brave and fearless.

"Bum!"

A man in black was shrouded in red fire mysterious light and fiercely hit the tornado with his body. But for the tornado, his strength was too weak, so just a collision, he was bounced out by the powerful force on the tornado and fell back out of the big pit with a "bang". On the ground.

"Poof" spewed out a stream of blood. The man in black then stood up, and then pulled off the black cloth on his face, revealing a young face. He wiped the blood on his mouth, then cursed and rushed up again, "bang" With a sound, he was quickly bounced back by the tornado again. This time, his injury was more serious, but he still ignored it and stood up again and rushed up.

After the impact again and again, his body has trembled and it is a little difficult to stand up, but he will still swell up the strength of his whole body and rush out again. Like him, other people in black also hit again and again. At this moment, the people in black seem to feel no pain all over. Pain and fatigue are like. In their hearts, there is only one idea now - "Save the Lord of the Four Pavilions, you must save the Lord of the Four Pavilions!"

"Hold on, dark cousins, you must hold on!" A young man clenched his fist tightly and silently encouraged him.

"Good children, you'd better give up. You can't break through the tornado!" A white-haired old man comforted in his heart.

"Big brothers, don't you hurt? Why are you doing this?" A girl's eyes were red, and her heart was tight.

At the scene, there was no sound except the collision between the people in black and the tornado. Tens of thousands of people just quietly stared at the fierce and fearless figures in the open space. The people did not speak. They just shouted silently in their hearts, shouting for the strength of the people in black, and resolutely for the people in black. Shout.

"Is this the Ye family? In order to save a person, can they challenge the superior Xuanhuang with weak strength regardless of their own life and death? Looking at the figures that were still impacting, the ten Xuanjun in the distance were full of indifference: "If the people of the Ye family are like this, can we still resist the Ye family? Ye family - what a terrible name!"

After the impact again and again, all the people in black finally lay on the ground and could no longer stand up. On their bodies, there were deep wounds, which were cut by the knife-like wind on the tornado. Although the wounds on their bodies were bleeding a lot, the people in black But regardless, they just wanted to struggle hard to stand up again and hit the tornado again, but it didn't work. Their injuries were too serious, and their consumption was too great. They couldn't stand up anymore. They could only watch where the tornado was still intact, but there was nothing they could do.

"Is it over? Is it really not possible? Lord of the Fourth Pavilion, you are fighting back!"

Perhaps he heard the call in the hearts of the people in black. Under the desperate gaze of the people in black, the sound of several weapons suddenly came from the tornado:

"Hum--"

"Hum--"

"Hum--"

......

"Is this the sound of the long gun of the Lord of the Four Pavilions? Haha, it seems that the four pavilion owners have finally begun to fight back!"

"No, no, this is not the sound of the long gun of the Lord of the Four Pavilions. These shocks are much more crisp!"

"No? Then why..."

Just when the people in black were still wondering, the sound of the weapon in the tornado suddenly became extremely high. Then, a golden-gray sword broke through the siege of the tornado and rushed out and quickly flew into the air. This sword was Ye Han's Xuanlong sword.

After this Xuanlong sword rushed out of the tornado, seven Xuanlong swords rushed out, and saw eight Xuanlong swords rushing forward in high air. While rushing up, the eight Xuanlong swords were also rapidly splitting, turning into a sword river composed of thousands of long swords in the blink of an eye. Then, After seeing the Sword River rise to a height of hundreds of meters, it suddenly turned sharply and rushed down to the tornado below again with a loud roar.

After approaching the tornado, the sword river, composed of thousands of long swords, turned sharply again and rotated around the tornado with the opposite steering wheel of the tornado. In the dense sword wrap, the strong winds of the tornado were like tofu, easily cut and separated by thousands of swords. It revealed Ye Han, who was hanging in the air, sitting cross-legged and motionless.

"Ah, look, he seems to be fine!"

"Yes, it's really okay, hahahaha!"

Seeing that Ye Han's body did not seem to be injured, tens of thousands of people who had been around for a long time immediately cheered. The people in black in the open space also seemed to want to cheer, but unfortunately, they had no strength. While they were relieved, they had fallen softly on the ground.

It seems that everyone thinks that this second move is over, but at this time, the sword river composed of thousands of swords around Ye Han suddenly turned sharply again and shot at Feng Tianyu on the high platform. While flying, thousands of swords suddenly began to converge and merge, and soon again Restored to the original eight Xuanlong swords.

On the high platform, facing the rapid shooting of eight Xuanlong swords, Feng Tianyu narrowed his eyes and suddenly snorted coldly. The small whirlwind in the palm of his hand suddenly shot out. At the same time, it quickly became bigger. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped eight Xuanlong swords in it, but then, in a burst of gold and iron confrontation, the whirlwind was actually attacked by eight swords. The dragon sword was cut through, and then the eight Xuanlong swords shot at Feng Tianyu again.

"What?"

Feng Tianyu was a little surprised. He did not expect that Ye Han's eight Xuanlong swords could easily smash the whirlwind he released. The whirlwind in his hand was not the tornado around Ye Han's body. This whirlwind was completely formed by his Xuanhuang-level wind Xuan, and its degree of tenacity was absolutely unimaginable. Elephant, but...

There was no time to think too much for Feng Tianyu. Seeing that the eight Xuanlong swords had been shot again, Feng Tianyu said coldly again, and suddenly released a strong pressure to wrap the eight Xuanlong swords. In an instant, the speed of the eight Xuanlong swords slowed down a lot. Seeing that the pressure had a role, Feng Tianyu immediately returned again. The power of the pressure was increased, and finally the eight Xuanlong swords were stopped in the first half of his body.

In the eyes of outsiders, facing the eight Xuanlong swords, Feng Tianyu has always been cold-eyed and did not panic at all, but in a place where no one can see it, a drop of cold sweat is flowing down Feng Tianyu's neck, and then it is steamed by Feng Tianyu's Xuanli in the blink of an eye.

At this time, above the big pit in the middle of the open space, Ye Han's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. At the same time, his lips moved slightly and muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, the Xuanlong Sword has the greatest effect on physical objects and various energy, but in the face of spiritual energy, The power will be greatly reduced, otherwise this... Alas!"

While Ye Han was saying to himself, the eight Xuanlong swords that stopped in front of Feng Tianyu suddenly shot back, came to Ye Han's body, held Ye Han, and flew to the side of the people in black next to the big pit.