Chapter 4297 The 8th Form!

Having said that, Wan Yulong and the other four all nodded.

Yes, Emperor Han is not the original Lin Yun, he has to be too much stronger.

The seventh form of the true self, breaking the limit three times, ordinary people dare not even imagine it, how could such an existence possibly lose?

"Then, it can only be said that this Huang Tian's brain is broken."

"It's too crazy, I thought that if you fight against Emperor Han, you can match it."

These five top second-generation ancestors reached a consensus, believing that Ling Han was completely ignorant of the sky and the earth, rather than really having the strength to fight against Emperor Han.

The dark battlefield quickly passed the request of Ling Han and the two to change the ordinary arena battle into a life-and-death battle.

In this way, only one of them can leave alive.

"You are really stupid!" Han Di showed a sneer.

"Haha." Ling Han ignored it.

Emperor Han was not interested in talking anymore. He rushed out to kill Ling Han and seize the Emperor Sutra.

Boom, the power of the seventh form is fully released. He has been here for so many years, and he must have reached the end of the seventh form early. The endless power is rolling, and the horror is indescribable.

Ling Han waved his fist and hit Emperor Han.

Bang!

The two of them fought each other, and they all swayed and stepped back.

"Huh?" Emperor Han showed a look of astonishment. This was beyond his expectations. Ling Han's strength could actually compete with him?

But he immediately became arrogant again, so what?

He said with his divine sense: "I didn't expect that after you disappeared for a few years, your cultivation has made such great progress!"

Anyway, the battle of life and death has already started, and he is not afraid of Ling Han going back.

Ling Han smiled lightly, Emperor Han should have guessed his identity.

"There are so many things you can't think of."

Emperor Han slaughtered again, his hands were like axes, banging, his palms slashed out, the energy intertwined with the rules, turned into immortal axes, and slashed towards Ling Han.

Ling Han turned his hands into fists, bombarded repeatedly, bang bang bang, every immortal axe was smashed by him.

The two of them showed their magical powers, and it was difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Everyone was robbed of their souls. I didn't expect Ling Han to be so strong that he could really kill Emperor Han back and forth.

"Hey, who is this Huang Tian?" In the box, the five Wan Yulong were also very shocked.

They have already broken through the Spirit Transformation Realm in the past few years, and with a vision higher than a big realm, it is natural to see clearly that Emperor Han has definitely exerted all the combat power of the seventh peak.

In other words, this "Yellow Sky" should also be the peak of the seventh shape.

sky!

By this time, they were completely unsure, and no longer believed that Emperor Han would win.

Fighting and fighting, Ling Han and Emperor Han are very fierce.

However, this kind of intensity is only relative to Emperor Han and the audience. Ling Han's cultivation base has already surpassed the seventh form, and he didn't do his best at all.

"I really can't underestimate you." Emperor Han said coldly, and suddenly he slapped it with a palm, bang, the power was unexpectedly increased by a large amount.

Bang, with a single blow, Ling Han was instantly blasted back.

"I don't think so?" Emperor Han showed a proud look and slowly retracted his palm, "I am not the seventh form, but... the eighth form of me!"

Hearing this, the entire stand was silent.

What, Emperor Han actually broke through, not the seventh form, but the eighth form!

God, God, is this the emperor, is this the silver generation?

The eighth form of the true self, this is the real limit.

"Haha!" Mi Qingdie jumped up excitedly,

"This is my Emperor Han!"

Wan Yulong and the four did not refute whether Emperor Han was her problem. They were still in shock. Emperor Han actually broke through the eighth form, which was really amazing.

"I am no weaker than the golden generation now." Han Di said proudly, fighting bloody here every day, and even he would often enter the forest to fight those terrifying monsters, and finally let him step out of the way A step beyond heaven.

"However, being able to force me to use the power of the eighth form is enough for you to be proud of yourself."

Ling Han was surprised, this guy actually broke through the eighth form?

Sure enough, the emperor cannot be underestimated.

"Hehe, congratulations, congratulations." He smiled lightly.

Huh, why is there such a reaction?

Emperor Han is a little puzzled. He is the eighth form, and even the golden generation is just like that. It can be said that he is the strongest level of the real self. The ninth form only exists in legends, like a fantasy.

But why is Ling Han still so indifferent?

No matter what, kill, search for souls, and seize the Emperor Sutra.

Emperor Han quickly put his doubts aside, he didn't need to know the answer, he just needed to believe in his own strength.

Hey, he killed it again, and the power of the eighth form burst out completely.

"Death!" He pushed the terrifying attack and headed for Ling Han mightily.

Ling Han had no intention of evading at all, and responded with a punch.

Bang!

The two banged at each other, and an unbelievable scene appeared, and Emperor Han was actually shocked and flew out.

Depend on!

Everyone can't wait to wipe their eyes, they must be confused, how is this possible?

When Emperor Han fell to the ground, he folded his body and stood firm, his face full of shock and confusion.

how can that be possible?

Ling Han's power is still above him?

"How could you have reached the eighth form!" Emperor Han shouted loudly, he couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

Ling Han smiled slightly: "You can cultivate to the eighth form, why can't I?"

Can you compare with me?

Emperor Han shouted in his heart, he is the son of the emperor, the silver generation, he is favored by the heavens, and he was almost on the finish line since he was born. Who can beat him?

He looked at Ling Han angrily, and the phantom of the big fish behind him gradually became solid, so big that he didn't know what to do.

"Swallowing the sky!" He shouted loudly, and the big fish also wagged its tail and swam towards Ling Han, opening its big mouth, which instantly produced infinite suction.

Ling Han's sea of ​​consciousness shook slightly, as if his soul was about to be pulled out.

Huh?

This is an attack on the soul. If his body and soul are separated, then the body without the soul is an empty shell, and without the protection of the body, the soul is naturally extremely fragile.

Ling Han snorted, and the nine real selves in the sea of ​​​​knowledge bloomed together, stabilizing the soul.

Emperor Han frowned, this was his innate awakening magical power, even if the golden generation was caught off guard, he would suffer a small loss.

He roared, and the big fish actually gave birth to a pair of wings.

Kunpeng!

Kunpeng spread his wings and devoured Ling Han once again, and the effect of pulling away the soul suddenly increased by a ton.

But so what, the nine real selves are sitting in the town, and the sea of ​​consciousness is calm.

You know, Ling Han is not eight, but nine.

"Are there any other tricks?" Ling Han smiled.