forbidden place

Many elders of the Hua family took out weapons from the storage bags one by one, and distributed them around the courtyard. Even though they knew they were not opponents, they had no choice but to fight.

With Hua Wuwei's roar, dozens of people's weapons shot at the same time, emitting brilliant brilliance, some of them were treasures, some of them were not treasures, carrying the true essence of Pentium, and went towards Han Hui and the seven of them. .

If it is an early-stage co-builder, facing such a bombardment, he will absolutely be unable to resist. If the other party attacks at the same time, he will not be able to defend himself at all. Even if he can pull a few backs, he will surely fall.

There are too many ants killing the elephant, not to mention so many masters at the peak of the Pentium Realm working together to attack?

However, what they encountered was not the early stage of Hezhu, let alone one person. There were seven people, all of whom were at the mid-stage of Hezhu.

The people of God's Whip shot at the same time, and the weapons flying in the sky were blown up one after another, and the treasures that came out were knocked down to the ground and wailed endlessly, and the rest of the weapons were all useless.

Hua Wuwei swiped towards the sky with his hand, something that looked like a hook but not a hook, and something that looked like a sword but not a sword appeared in his hand, and the breath of the two-star treasure oppressed the audience.

The special treasure of the Patriarch of the Hua Family—the Hook of Death was finally released.

Han Hui snorted coldly, took a step forward, flipped his fist, and threw it at the top of Hua Wuwei's head. At the same time, the people of God's Whip flickered and jumped, chasing and killing the surrounding elders.

Behind Hua Wuwei, one black and one white, two co-build elders who grew up with him shot at the same time. The skills they cultivated complement each other. Two streams of air, one yin and one yang, gushed out from their hands, destroying everything with one wave, turning the world into The artistic conception of confusion is revealed.

In the early days of the joint construction, the two joint strikes were able to send out the power that was close to the peak of the joint construction, which made Han Hui also secretly nodded.

Cooperating with the yin and yang air currents, Hua Wuwei's death hook hooked towards Han Hui's neck, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the hook seemed to be able to break through the limitation of space and teleport directly.

The three of them teamed up to attack Han Hui who was coming towards him. If Song Shixiong encountered such an attack, he might not be able to dodge it at all, and he would definitely be injured.

People are all old-fashioned joint constructions who use their power in seconds, and they have used handy treasures for countless years. Song Shixiong has only advanced to the joint construction for a few days, and the use of power is still a little bit short.

But what they attacked was not Song Shixiong, but Han Hui. Han Hui was not a co-builder, but the state of the pinnacle of Dingmai, which was much higher than them.

With a loud bang, the figures of the two people flew upside down, Han Hui's palm was printed on Hua Wuwei's chest, and with a burst of strength, Hua Wuwei's whole body was shattered into pieces.

The death hook also fell to the ground, and Han Hui grabbed it and threw it into the storage bag. The two elders, one black and one white, stood up shaking, with blood all over their mouths, nostrils and ears.

Wang Weiyi and Liu Qianshan had a good mind, and instead of attacking with the Hua family, they took their men and hid in Yichang, wanting to see the direction of the wind before attacking.

Who knows, just after the battle, Han Hui's side had the absolute upper hand, and Hua Wuwei fell to the ground like mud, and the dead couldn't die anymore.

The two elders, black and white, were also tottering, and they looked seriously injured. The other elders of the Hua family were hunted down by several members of the Whip of God like little chickens.

The bald Ma Detao frowned, and his face twitched. He never expected Han Hui to be so strong, and he was afraid that they would not get the slightest benefit if they made a move.

However, he came with a mission, and the people behind him were not from their Ma family, but from the Yin-Yang sect. After hearing about the incident on the mercenary mountain, they suspected that many of the Yin-Yang sects were killed. Those who are masters are the so-called God's Whip and Han Hui.

That's why they brought people to the Hua family, hoping to use the strength of the Hua family to wipe out Han Hui and the others, and also give the Luo Hua family a favor.

Unexpectedly, things turned out to be contrary to expectations, the Hua family was completely vulnerable, the elders of the Hua family were basically dead or injured from the fight until now.

Ma Detao waved his hand, and the four people behind him flew in four directions like four bolts of lightning, occupying the four corners of the courtyard.

Han Hui also noticed Ma Detao. When he was outside, he heard the conversation inside. He knew that the bald head was the head of the Ma family, and he built a realm together. He also knew that the Ma family belonged to the Yin-Yang sect.

Seeing four people vying for four directions, he knew that these people might want to use the Fog of Promise. However, after seeing the Fog of Promise once, Han Hui didn't think highly of it.

With a flip of his palm, he blasted at the two elders, black and white, who had just stood up.

Seeing that the two elders were about to fall, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared, standing in front of the black and white elders, and received Han Hui's blow hard.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and the entire courtyard seemed to be swept by a hurricane. All the buildings and all the stone slabs were smashed and disappeared.

Li Qianshan, Wang Weiwei and the others felt a surge of energy, as if dozens of Pentium masters were simultaneously performing the palm splitting.

At this time, all the torn stones turned into sharp weapons, dozens of times more violent than bullets, and bombarded all around.

Some people who hid behind several courtyards suffered disaster, a stone pierced through the wall in an instant, and shot in front of a young man.

This person is the seventh young master of the Hua family. He is only at the early stage of the Pentium Realm, so he is not qualified to participate in the war ahead, so let him hide in the backyard, surrounded by several Pentium Realm masters to protect him. Of course, these Pentium Realm are not the peak of the Pentium Realm. , only in the middle or early stages.

The masters at the peak of the Hua Family's Pentium Realm were all transferred to the front yard.

The stone pierced through layers of walls and flew towards Hua Qishao's face. Because of layers of obstacles, its strength was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

Hua Shao was so good that he was in the state of Pentium, his dantian breath turned, and the spirit around him was like a torrential river, rushing towards his left hand, at the same time, his left hand was raised like lightning, and slapped on the stone.

With a "pop", the stone shattered, and Hua Qishao's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but thumped back a few steps. After stopping, his palms were trembling for a long time.

That blow was so strong, within ten feet of the Pentium Realm, it was absolutely impossible to fight against the force involved, and he had to die.

Han Hui was also a little surprised, the head of the Hua family was all beaten to death by himself, why did another master like this come out, Dingmaiqi!

It is definitely in the pulse-fixing stage, and if you are not a master in the pulse-fixing stage, you will not be able to receive your own blow at all.

Blocking Han Hui's shocking blow was an old man with thinning hair. This old man had upturned nostrils, triangular eyes and toad eyebrows, and a sunken forehead. How ugly it was, how ugly it was.

"Young man, why do you have to press so hard? The head of my Hua family has fallen, and the great hatred can be resolved?" The old man's voice was hoarse, like an owl's cry at night.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous. When you were strong, you didn't always want to put me to death. Today, I lost, and you said that I was struggling!" Han Hui said with a sneer.

"Then there's nothing to say, you'll see the truth!" the ugly old man said hoarsely.

Wang Weiyi and Liu Qianshan had already retreated to other courtyards, and several surrounding courtyards were affected by the blow and shattered.

Originally, they were thinking of running away quickly, but when they saw the old man appearing, they both stood still. The two looked at each other, and at the same time a legendary figure sounded.

Ugly flowers!

This person was ugly by nature, but also extremely talented, and bloodthirsty. I don't know how many people in Mocheng died at his hands, and a top wealthy family in Mocheng even perished because of him.

However, this person disappeared 200 years ago, and everyone thought he was dead. They never thought that a good man would not live long, and the disaster would last for 1000 years.

Not only did the old guy not die, but he also became a strong man in the Dingmai realm, and he forcibly received Han Hui's shocking blow.

With just one blow, Han Hui also tried out the weight of the old man, but it was only in the mid-stage of Dingmai, and there was still a gap compared with him.

Han Hui didn't talk nonsense, turned his palm over, and a huge force rushed out, a palm was formed out of thin air, and layers of restrictions flickered in the void.

Restriction is Hanhui's greatest reliance. After obtaining the Forbidden Code of Peeping the Truth, his understanding of prohibition has completely reached a new level.

Under normal circumstances, the strong in the Dingmai stage can already draw restrictions and arrange formations at will, but they all need a carrier.

Just like writing, no matter how great a calligrapher is, he must have paper to write, and he can write on the ground without paper, but you cannot write in the air.

The power of the Forbidden Code of Peeping the Truth lies in the fact that it can generate prohibitions in the void, which can only be dabbled in the ecstasy state.

Relying on its own powerful power of the soul, it can generate restrictions in the void, relying on the control of the soul, Han Hui can do it only by relying on the comprehension of the restrictions.

The texture of this palm is clear, with infinite vitality fluctuating, tearing the air, and slapping Hua Chou on the head.

Hua Chou had just received Han Hui's palm, and felt that Han Hui was not stronger than him. He didn't know that Han Hui's blow hadn't exerted all its strength at all.

But when dealing with Hua Chou, he didn't dare to hide anything. The old guy here has lived for an unknown number of years, and if he is not careful, he may be backlashed.

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, he used his strongest method.

Hua Chou's face became more ferocious because of fear. He never thought that Han Hui was so powerful. If he had known that Han Hui was so powerful, he would have had to stop Hua Laoqi and beat him to death on the spot just now, so as to prevent Han Hui from making excuses for revenge. It's too late to say anything.

The feet suddenly shifted, and the spine was like a big dragon winding straight up to the blue sky, and the hands turned into sharp blades that tore the sky, and went towards Han Hui's big hand that was slapping.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, the fluctuation caused by this time was much smaller than the last collision between the two, because Han Hui's strength was very concentrated.

The power of the two was annihilated in the air, and there was not much spare power to wave out.

Hua Chou's body swayed suddenly, and the whole world seemed to stand still for an instant, and then returned to normal. In this moment of stillness, life and death are judged!

Hua Chou's upright body jerked suddenly, as if loaded with a spring, and then swayed like a willow branch, and then collapsed on the ground.