Han Yi from a distance was surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a spiritual technique and method, and it was done by a spiritual master. It was really unbelievable.
"The imperial step brings forth the lotus." Elder Mu on the high platform exclaimed, the light in his eyes became more intense, and he seemed to be greatly shocked.
"Genius, really genius."
The Lingfu disciples next to him heard Elder Mu exclaiming and looked at each other in shock, completely unable to understand the mystery behind this.
But if they know the Tianmu Curse and try to practice it, they will know how much talent and understanding they need to master this magic spell.
Han Yi released his mental power and felt that the lotus flowers that were born were extremely dangerous, even more than the oppressive feeling brought to him by the Ling Sect monks he had faced so far. Even the charm-level assassin of the Demon Sect was
Can't compare to it.
Pulling out a seal in his hand, Han Yi used the Kui Dragon Technique. Both Kui Dragon patterns were activated, and an iron-blue color instantly covered his body. A huge force of 60,000 kilograms roared in his thin body, as if restless.
Restless lion.
The Seven Killing Techniques of Thunder operated under the power of the Luo Shen Technique, and all the thunder-attributed spiritual power was changed. The white light penetrated the body, and there were silver lightning chains hidden underneath, which were violent and violent.
"Junior Brother Han, this is the most powerful attacking skill I have learned so far. If you can take it, I will admit defeat."
Zhao Tian spoke with a trembling voice, as if even he himself could not fully control the green lotus flowers that were born.
"Dou Zi Jue, Shang."
He waved his sword finger vigorously and fell to his knees, as if this action had exhausted all his strength.
Buzz, the seven lotuses vibrated, like swords eager to drink blood. The petals of the lotus fell, and suddenly exploded with lightning speed, cutting towards Han Yi.
The air made a tearing sound, sharp and harsh. Han Yi concentrated his mind completely, and mentally sensed the attack direction of each petal. His body began to twist, his wrists exerted force, and his muscles rioted. The red-gold blood in his veins surged endlessly, as hot as lava.
A layer of white spiritual light rose up from his body, but then thunder flashed out. The Thunder Sky Sword danced wildly, slashing with one sword after another, cutting the flying petals in half.
Han Yi's speed reached the limit, and his figure was completely blurred. The Lingfu disciples who were watching could hardly see the trajectory of his sword swing, and could only see a silver sword shadow.
"What a terrifying speed. Whether it is movement or attack, it is already comparable to that of Ling Sect disciples. Where did this new student come from?" An old student with Ling Sect cultivation had a solemn expression.
"I remembered, I heard the name Han Yi a month ago." An old student next to him exclaimed.
"A month ago, could it be..."
"It's him, the new student who was accepted as a direct disciple by the master of the palace, Han Yi."
Elder Mu's eyes turned from Zhao Tian to Han Yi, and he was even more surprised.
"It turns out to be the Thunder Seven Killing Technique. It has been passed down by the Master of the Palace. No wonder it can resist the Dou Zi Technique of Tianmu Curse Technique."
"The freshmen of this class are really not simple. I heard that Han Yi also caused an unprecedented spiritual monument phenomenon. I don't know if it is true or not." An old student said in surprise.
"I guess it's true, otherwise how could the master of the palace accept a disciple?"
Boom boom boom, every time the sword swings and collides with those petals, the Leixiao sword will make a huge sound. The electric light will instantly weaken the power contained in those petals. The petals will split into two under the blade, collapse and disappear.
Blade-like lotuses roared from all directions and pounced on a silvery light and shadow. Those lights and shadows were as sharp as knives, as violent as electricity, with the ferocity and dominance of beasts.
Every time Han Yi swings his sword, his muscles will rise and fall violently, and his power will surge uncontrollably, like a volcano erupting.
Huh, boom, the Lei Xiao Sword sliced through the flying petals, and the collision of spiritual powers caused a huge vibration, like the ringing of a giant bell.
On the battlefield, only cyan and silver light and shadow could be seen in a trance. Han Yi flashed like lightning. The sword in his hand was like an untamable dragon, arrogant and arrogant, dancing wildly and splitting those lotus flowers.
Zhao Tian watched from a distance as Han Yi resisted the attack from which he had gathered all his spiritual power. His face was as pale as paper, and the shock in his eyes was boundless.
Those shocks were to Han Yi and to himself. He had never thought that a low-level spiritual art could exert such terrifying power. The Tianmu Curse Art was hidden in the darkest corner of the Lingjue Palace.
The spiritual secret that people ask about can actually give him such powerful power.
Those methods didn't seem so thrilling before he used them. The spiritual formula never described the power of those cursed spiritual skills, nor did it provide any guidance on how to practice them.
Being able to reach this point depends on his hard thinking and hard training day and night for countless days and nights.
The seemingly long attack actually only lasted for a few moments. Hundreds of petals shot down, as if overwhelming the sky, but they fell apart under Han Yi's continuous fierce sword power.
When the last lotus flower was torn apart by Han Yi's sharp sword and disappeared, he finally gave out his strength. Holding the sword in one hand, he was panting violently, with dense beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and his face became almost pale.
He could even feel his body trembling uncontrollably. Each lotus flower contained astonishing power. It didn't look like an attack from a late-stage spiritual master at all. It should be the method of a spiritual sect monk.
It's really scary that this young man named Zhao Tian actually has such power. But he just wants to challenge an opponent who is a mid-level spiritual master. What is he thinking in his heart?
Han Yi raised his head and looked directly into Zhao Tian's eyes in the distance. The latter's face was filled with extreme astonishment and shock.
"Do you... still have the strength... to stand up?"
Han Yi tried his best to straighten his body and raised the Thunder Sky Sword. The last trace of spiritual energy in his dantian melted, turning into white spiritual power and flowing out around the sword.
He can attack again, which is enough to kill Zhao Tian, who is unable to fight anymore.
"I surrender."
Zhao Tian said with a smile, although he accepted the defeat, his face was full of excitement and anticipation. The Tianmu Curse in his hand now only has the upper half, and the lower half exists somewhere in the Lingjue Palace.
But he will definitely get it, and it will change his life and his destiny.
"My things." Han Yi stretched out his hand.
Zhao Tian took out a cloth bag from his arms, threw it to Han Yi, then stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment."
An old voice reached his ears. Zhao Tian turned around and saw an old man descending from the high platform and standing not far away, staring at him with a light of extreme longing in his eyes.
"Elder Mu." Zhao Tian didn't know why this elder suddenly appeared, but he still saluted respectfully and asked, "What can I do for you?"