Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1732 Incomplete information!
At the same time, in the other three places, three wild corpses had already cornered the three warriors.

Shrugging his shoulders, Han Xiao didn't intend to help them. Now that they are in competition with each other, he and these people are not close relatives, so there is no need to help them.

In fact, even if he didn't stab him in the back, he could be regarded as a noble character and a model of morality.

Without stopping too much, Han Xiao's figure flashed, and Byte walked into the dark passage that the corpse rushed out of just now. .

After the last attack by the wild corpse, this time, Han Xiao became more vigilant and fully mobilized, but after entering, everything was calm and he did not suffer any attacks.

But Han Xiao still didn't relax his vigilance, holding the Fen Ji sword, he quickly went inside.

About tens of meters away, a small light appeared in front of him, suspended in mid-air, like the light released by fireflies.

Han Xiao's eyes were immediately attracted by the faint light, and he strode away.

Without any danger, Han Xiao came in front of the light group. There seemed to be something inside the light group, but it was a little blurred due to the influence of the light, and Han Xiao couldn't see what it was?
After careful observation for a while, the Fenji Sword was lightly touched, but no danger or abnormality was found. Han Xiao stretched out his left hand, released a ray of pure Yuan power, wrapped his palm, and directly grabbed the faint white man with the size of a human head. light cluster.

The ball of light fell motionlessly in the hand, as if sensing the existence of vitality, it quickly became dim, and finally disappeared, and the surrounding light became pitch black again, even with Han Xiao's observation ability, it was difficult to see.

He could only feel something on the palm of his hand, and the cold and soft touch spread throughout the palm, and he could vaguely guess what shape it was, but Han Xiao was not sure what it was.

A cold feeling, along the palm of my hand, actually got into my sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, Han Xiao found that there seemed to be an incomplete article popping up in his mind, and the words "Lord of the Wild" seemed to be vaguely mentioned.

However, the information was too incomplete, and Han Xiao couldn't fully interpret it, so he could only shrug his shoulders and let it go.

Everything in the Manghuang Temple seems to be arranged according to certain rules. After passing the challenge test, this should be regarded as a reward.

What will happen in the end?Han Xiao doesn't know, but now, he can only go all the way until the limit he can reach.

At this moment, a "buzz" sounded, and at the end of the darkness, a glowing door appeared, and it was unknown where it would lead.

Without too much hesitation, Han Xiao took a step forward, appeared in front of the glowing door, stepped inside and disappeared.

Immediately, with Han Xiao's disappearance, the Guangmen also disappeared, and the surroundings returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

As for the three warriors who are still fighting hard in the deserted corpse, I can only wish them good luck.

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"Wanmu sinks to the wall!"

Countless vines flew out and gathered into a huge rattan ball, spreading in the void, sealing the sky and the earth.

"The wind and the clouds are remnant!"

On the other side, when the sword came out, there were thousands of howls, and a terrifying storm swept out, like a doomsday hurricane, sweeping everything, irresistible.

The violent sword energy collided with each other in an instant, and the momentum shook in all directions. The extremely fierce wind and wood attribute power shot around, bombarding the walls and the ground and shattering them.

After Han Xiao entered the Light Gate, he saw two people fighting, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Han Xiao could see clearly the two sides in the battle. One of them was a wind cultivator and the other was a wood cultivator. The wind cultivator seemed to be the guy who inherited the Storm Sword.

And the other person, judging from the robe on his body, seemed to be a master from Xuanji Pavilion.

Xuanji Pavilion belongs to one of the six great holy sects, and not all of its disciples are good at puppetry. For example, this one is a warrior who specializes in wood-type kung fu.

At this moment, the disciple of Xuanji Pavilion was fighting with the inheritor of Baofeng Sword Dao evenly, and it was inseparable.

The strength of these two people is around the second stage of the limit, and being able to pass all the way to this level also shows their excellence.

"Master Han, you came just in time, hurry up and help me kill this guy."

The Xuanji Pavilion disciple obviously recognized Han Xiao's identity, and immediately yelled at Han Xiao happily.

Both Jiulimen and Xuanji Pavilion belong to one of the six holy sects, so they can barely be related to each other.

When Lu Fu saw Han Xiao, he was overjoyed.

As for the Storm Swordsman, he frowned. He had already had a hard time dealing with one Lu Fu, and he would definitely not be able to handle another one. What's more, Han Xiao's name was naturally familiar to him.

In an instant, the black storm swordsman retreated quickly. The secret room was neither too big nor too small. He quickly opened the distance between him and Lu Fu, and shouted at the same time: "These gods of war, Tianjing, belong to you, and I won't compete with you! "

Lu Fu and Han Xiao looked at a small pile of yellow-brown stones in the center of the secret room at the same time, and their eyes burst out with intense light.

God of War Tianjing!

The martial artists who participated in the Manghuang God of War Ranking, what they worked so hard to collect was the spirit of the God of War, and the God of War Tianjing probably contained the most spirit of the God of War besides the fruit of the God of War.

Han Xiao could even feel the aura of the God of War in his body, yearning for those God of War Heavenly Crystals.

"Hmph, if I kill you, these God of War Sky Crystals will still belong to me...ours. And the God of War aura on your body has already reached the purple level, so naturally it cannot be wasted!"

Lu Fu moved his eyes away from the small pile of God of War crystals, looked at the Storm Swordsman tens of meters away, and said coldly with fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

"You guys are too deceitful!" The Storm Swordsman frowned. Although death on the Manghuang battlefield did not mean a real death, he could only stop here and lose the opportunity to continue to compete for the Manghuang God of War list. No matter what, it is also extremely unwilling.

"Without further ado!"

Lu Fu burst out with murderous aura, swung his sword, thick and thick vines covered his head densely: "Master Han, I believe you also know the rules of Manghuang Temple, you must kill the opponents that the temple has screened out for us before you can enter the next level. A checkpoint. Moreover, as long as one opponent dies, the rest can pass."

Han Xiao raised his eyebrows, but did not express his opinion immediately.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

On the contrary, the Storm Swordsman lost his temper for the first time, bursting out with murderous aura, and among the flickering figures, there were several phantoms flickering and changing, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

This person is worthy of being the inheritor of Storm Sword Dao, and his comprehension of the rules of wind is many times deeper than Han Xiao's.

Han Xiao squinted his eyes and stared at the figure of the Storm Swordsman, his eyes were bright and generous, full of splendor.

In the next moment, all the phantoms that could be faked and real were shot away, three shot at Lu Fu, and three shot at Han Xiao.

Swinging the sword, Lu Fu used his sword move and hit all three figures, and they were instantly shattered. It turned out to be phantoms.

One of the three figures rushing towards Han Xiao drew out a sword, and there was a terrible wind condensing on it, and the sound of whistling could be heard endlessly.

(End of this chapter)