Chapter five hundred and thirty-ninth the power of magic
"Golden Arrow."
The young man holding the bow immediately opened the bow, and the golden arrows shot out and turned into countless golden spiritual threads. The two terrifying attacks collided and exploded continuously.
Han Yi glanced at the battle between the two indifferently, then looked away and looked at the young man holding the sword opposite.
"The Black Soul Sword in your hand is very good. Wanqi Mountain seems to have high hopes for you by handing this mountain-suppressing sacred weapon to you." Han Yi said calmly, and the five-color divine light gathered back and shrouded the sky.
On top of the wheel-killing sword.
"What, are you ready to be killed by your neck?" the young man holding the sword said sarcastically.
"Hahaha, although the attack method of the Black Soul Sword is rather weird, the power it shows now is not enough to make me give up resistance." Han Yilang laughed.
"In that case, let's stop talking nonsense and let everyone use their own methods. You and I both understand that only one person in this hall can leave alive and enter the eighth floor."
"That's true." Han Yi nodded in agreement.
His left hand was empty, and the Wheel-killing Sword immediately appeared in his palm. Five-color divine light poured into the long sword. The five-color sword wheel under the hilt was lit. He swung the sword lightly, and a five-color sword light flew out and disappeared.
Void.
The young man holding the sword across from him suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, but he was not sure from which direction the five-color sword light wielded by Han Yi would attack. He quickly pulled out a white shield and flew around him.
Just after doing this, a five-color sword light suddenly appeared above his head. The sword light was divided into five parts, fell instantly, and turned into a sword cage, trapping the young man holding the sword in it. The young man holding the sword's face changed drastically, and spiritual power was poured into his hands crazily.
The Black Soul Sword slashed out fiercely.
A black sword energy slash fell on the sword cage, and with a bang, the sword cage immediately shook violently.
"As expected of the sacred weapon of Wanqi Mountain, it actually shook the sword cage with just one strike." Han Yi praised, swung the sword quickly in his hand, and a transparent light golden sword light flashed away.
In the sword cage, the face of the young man holding the sword changed, and a fatal sense of crisis exploded in his mind. Before he could react, a light golden sword light appeared on the side and cut down, as fast as lightning. The white shield automatically protected the master.
, flew away instantly, and the light golden sword light landed on the surface of the shield.
With a bang, the sword light exploded, and a sword mark about a foot long and half an inch deep appeared on the surface of the shield. Seeing the sword mark on the white shield, the young man holding the sword looked gloomy and ugly. The golden sword in Han Yi's hand
, the aura emanating from it is obviously just a low-level holy weapon, but the attack is so terrifying, it is almost comparable to a top-level offensive holy weapon.
"Hey, this shield has good defense."
Han Yi muttered in surprise, and kept moving his hands, swinging out several swords quickly. Several light golden sword lights flashed away, and the next moment they appeared directly next to the young man holding the sword, attacking from several different directions.
"Silver paint shield, points."
The young man made a point, and with a flash of inspiration, the white shield split into dozens of spherical shapes, covering his whole body. Several light golden sword lights slashed down, and the white shield was finally chopped into pieces by the sword light.
"Kakakaka——"
The white shield shattered piece by piece, revealing the figure of the young man holding the sword. The last light of the pale golden sword left a huge wound across his entire back, almost splitting his entire body into two pieces.
"Very good, very good. This is the first time I have been injured so seriously since I started practicing." He shook his left hand, and the black robe on his body exploded, revealing the ancient inner armor hidden inside. It turned out to be protected by inner armor.
, he survived.
He quickly took out a healing pill and swallowed it, and his pale face improved a lot.
"Break it for me." The spiritual power in his body crazily poured into the Black Soul Sword, and the black energy surged and flowed like a violent wind. He suddenly raised the sword high, and the black energy turned into nine big hands and flew out, smashing onto the sword cage.
The sword cage suddenly vibrated wildly. After only holding on for half a breath, the sword cage was completely shattered. The young man escaped and slashed at Han Yi with a sword from a distance. The black energy on the sword body turned into countless fists,
In an instant, it hit Han Yi's body across a distance of several thousand meters.
Han Yi held swords in both hands and swung the giant heavy sword with his right hand. The fists turned into black energy exploded one after another. Soon, all the black energy fists were swept away. However, Han Yi's face became very ugly.
When he got up, each of those black energy fists contained a strange wave. He didn't check it for a moment, but the wave poured into his body.
"I want the Black Soul Sword in your hand more and more now." Han Yi raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Even though his body has now become a holy body, his organs still cannot withstand the fluctuations from the Black Soul Sword.
Attack, at this time most of the organs were torn apart.
"If you have the ability, come and get it." The young man stared at Han Yi with cold eyes, and swung his sword quickly again, and the black energy turned into spears and shot out. At the same time, he made a seal with his left hand, hiding it.
With a slight wave of trace, a gray light flashed away in his hand.
With a thought in Han Yi's mind, the Beidou Tiangang Sword from the consciousness sea space immediately flew out and surrounded him.
"Sword Controlling Technique, Ten Thousand Sword Techniques."
In an instant, the Beidou Tiangang Sword starlight was released, and countless sword lights split out and stabbed towards those black air spears. With a booming explosion, the star sword light and the black air spears exploded together.
Han Yi was preparing to attack, when suddenly a strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind. Behind him, a gray light flew out of the void and stabbed his head. The five-color divine light was immediately released automatically, but the gray light completely ignored the five-color light.
The defense of divine light penetrated through.
Seeing this scene, the young man showed a proud smile, but soon the smile on his face completely froze.
"Dang-" The gray light pierced the back of Han Yi's head, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Han Yi let go of the Juque heavy sword and quickly grabbed the gray light in his palm. The gray light was a thin gray needle like ox hair, struggling and beating in his palm.
"Flying Needle Spirit Weapon." Han Yi lost his voice in surprise.
"Come back." The young man holding the sword raised his hand, and the gray flying needle broke through Han Yi's confinement with a hiss, disappeared into the void, and appeared directly next to the young man the next moment.
"You are indeed following the path of body refining."
"Wanqi Mountain is indeed the place where the Xuanling Realm's weapon refining skills are mastered. It even has rare things like flying needle spiritual weapons."
"Boom -" As the two of them were talking, a strong explosion erupted in the distance, and a terrifying shock wave spread.
Han Yi and the young man both turned to look, and the light slowly dissipated. The young man holding the big bow stared blankly at the bare-handed young man opposite, with a look of horror on his face that could not be concealed.
"You-" He just opened his mouth to spit out one word, and then he spat out a large mouthful of blood. Blood stains appeared on his white robe, and his breath quickly became weak.
Opposite him, the bare-handed young man made a strange posture with his hands, and circles of white silk threads like silk were wrapped around his arms, flowing freely.
"Puppet silk." When the young man holding the sword saw the white silk thread, his pupils suddenly shrank. It seemed that he was extremely afraid of this puppet silk.
When Han Yi heard the name, he curiously observed the white threads. He searched with his soul power, but could not sense the existence of the white threads. He poured spiritual power into his eyes and saw white threads coming from his arms.
It extends out and connects to the young man holding a big bow on the opposite side.
Just when Han Yi was attracted by the puppet silk, the young man holding the sword flicked his fingers imperceptibly, and the gray light flashed away.
The young man who controlled the puppet silk sensed the approaching danger and moved his fingers quickly. The young man holding a big bow on the opposite side flew towards him and blocked him. Gray light suddenly flew out of the void and circled around.
Following a twisted trajectory, it pierced through the head of the young man who controlled the puppet silk in a flash.
His eyes widened, obviously not expecting that he would be killed in this way. He used his last strength and pulled hard with his fingers.
"Ah——" The young man holding the bow let out a shrill scream, and his whole body suddenly fell apart.
The two corpses flashed with light, and their soul bodies flew out several inches high. One of the soul bodies was holding a bronze ball, which looked exactly like the young man holding the bow. He immediately teleported to the young man holding the sword, with a malicious look in his eyes.
Looking at another soul body.
Another soul stepped on a Bagua Jade Plate and teleported to Han Yi's side. The Bagua Jade Plate released dark blue light, covering his soul.
The four people faced each other in pairs, with terrifying murderous intentions surging among them, and the surrounding temperature almost dropped to freezing point.
"Wha—" Han Yi and the young man holding the sword flashed and rushed towards each other. The two souls also controlled their own spiritual weapons and attacked each other. They were in this hall.
Fighting is meant to be endless.
However, just when the four of them were about to collide, several extremely frightened and angry voices came from the battle group of six semi-holy monks in the distance, and then a terrifying power expanded, and the fiery breath filled the air instantly.
filled the entire huge hall.
"No, this is the magic of the Flame Domain."
"Be careful of those memorials and defend yourself quickly."
"Ah - I will fight with you."
The screams rang out and stopped abruptly after a moment. Han Yi and the other four people stopped suddenly and turned around to see a semi-saint monk being swallowed up by red flames. A death sentence directly penetrated his protective shield.
Falling on him, the half-saint monk was burned to ashes in an instant.
"ah--"
"ah--"
There were screams one after another, and the four of them witnessed two semi-saints. Even though they sacrificed the sacred weapon to protect their bodies, they were still unable to withstand the attack of Exiwen. They were swallowed up by the flames together with the sacred weapon.
The red flames spread extremely quickly, and none of the five half-saint monks could withstand the magical attack of the genius of the Flame Realm. In less than two breaths, the last half-saint died and his body was gone.