After a stalemate for several moments, the two sword rays exploded at the same time. From the red sword ray, the red-gold spiritual energy shot out and hit the silver thunder contained in the silver white. The two were destroyed in one touch, without even any
sound.
Han Yi stood upright under the shock wave, holding a sword in his right hand and holding his left hand in front of him. His iron-green skin resisted the fierce spiritual energy bombardment, making a dull sound.
If anyone takes a closer look, they can see that there is a layer of black spiritual power flowing under Han Yi's skin. Under the bombardment of the shock wave, these spiritual powers melted into Han Yi's flesh and blood bit by bit, quietly changing his body.
He actually used this shock wave to practice the Dragon Elephant Hegemon Body Technique. It was really life-threatening. You must know that the shock wave generated by such a terrible collision of spiritual powers is very terrifying. If one is not careful, even a half-step spiritual sect like Mo Yu
, can also cause serious injuries.
But Han Yi actually used the pressure of the shock wave to practice the Body Refining Spirit Technique. This is simply crazy.
Feeling the changes in his body, a smile appeared on Han Yi's pale face. Even if he did so, he would have to endure the pain of the shock wave, but currently, there is no other way to help him practice.
His mind suddenly turned, and an even crazier idea came to Han Yi's mind. How about using the opponent's attacks in the battle to practice the Dragon Elephant Tyrant Body Technique. This would save him the trouble of accumulating contribution points and seeking the paradise of heaven.
With the idea in mind, Han Yi quickly put it into action. He tried it on Mo Yu first. He opened his hands and let the shock waves fall on him. The white disciple uniform on his body was instantly torn, and there were holes in the cracks.
His iron-blue skin was exposed, and black spiritual power flowed out, making it almost imperceptible.
"Oh my God, look, what is he doing?" an old student exclaimed.
All the disciples who were watching saw Han Yi's actions, with incredible expressions on their faces.
"Is he crazy?" Everyone has this thought in their mind.
Pieces of the white disciple uniform were torn into pieces, flying away in a flurry. Han Yi's thin body was exposed, and his muscular upper body was tempered by the shock wave. The iron-green color faded little by little, and black began to emerge.
The Dragon Elephant Tyrant Body Technique was able to break through quickly in this way.
Mo Yu, who was in the distance, also saw Han Yi's actions, with a hint of horror in his eyes. He was fighting against Han Yi, and he could completely see the changes on his body. Those black spiritual powers were clearly some kind of body refining.
The spiritual power generated by the operation of exercises.
He was actually practicing with the help of shock waves. The moment this idea came to his mind, the vibration in Mo Yu's eyes was so intense that he couldn't see the bottom.
Terrifying and crazy, these two words were his evaluation of Han Yi. They were born in their first battle, and continued for hundreds of years until he was wiped out in a certain decisive battle.
"As expected of the Palace Master's disciple, he is very courageous." On the high platform, Elder Xu appeared at some point and praised Han Yi's tall back.
Then his eyes turned to Mo Yu on the other side, his eyes flickering slightly.
"How could Old Man Mo's boy go against Han Yi?" He frowned, his eyes sweeping over the high platform and resting on the man and girl in the distance.
"Zheng Yi and Fang Yao are the people in charge of the Peacock Pavilion in the outer palace. If I remember correctly, that guy Mo Yu has also joined the Peacock Pavilion. Could it be that the people from the Peacock Pavilion are targeting Han Yi?"
"Hmph, these guys rely on Murong Zhen's support, and they don't even look down on the deacons and elders of the foreign government."
Elder Xu muttered to himself and then looked down at the fighting battlefield.
The shock wave slowly dissipated, Mo Yu stood up and looked at Han Yi from a distance, with no discernable expression in his eyes.
"You are very strong, stronger than I imagined. I never thought that a person could surpass two levels of challenges. In fact, if you are facing an ordinary spiritual cultivator, you can surpass three levels of challenges." Mo Yumian
He said expressionlessly and slowly raised his sword, "Even the high-ranking geniuses in the inner palace cannot fight beyond the third level, because the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to challenge the level."
"However, even if you can defeat me today, you still have to pay a price."
As Mo Yu spoke, he suddenly formed a strange seal, and the spiritual energy in his body violently exploded in an instant. The fire light rose up and turned into a layer of substantial flames.
Han Yi looked at it from a distance and saw a flash of red gold light in Mo Yu's eyes.
When Elder Xu on the high platform saw this scene, his face suddenly became a little ugly.
"This kid Mo Yu actually burns the innate energy. Old man Mo gave him something to save his life. It's reckless to use it casually like this."
As the innate Qi burned, the aura on Mo Yu's body surged rapidly, breaking through the Lingzong barrier in an instant, and a powerful aura spread out, rushing towards Han Yi.
There was a flash in front of Han Yi, and before Han Yi could react, Mo Yu appeared in front of him and slashed with his sword. He instinctively raised his sword to block, and the sword in his hand shook violently, and terrible power surged over, carrying him with him.
The body shot out.
The energy and blood in his body surged slightly, and his chest felt heavy. Han Yi steadied himself in the distance, his face pale. Hearing, there was a violent sound of breaking through the air beside him, and the red sword tore through the air like tearing a curtain, and fell towards
Han Yi's neck.
The aura of death shrouded it, as thick as the black night. A hint of fierce anger suddenly rose in Han Yi's eyes. He didn't understand why it was just a sparring match, but why did it turn into a fight to the death?
Boom, the two swords collided, and Han Yi was knocked away again. Huge power surged into his body and raged endlessly. His throat felt hot, and bright red and dazzling bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"That's enough."
Han Yi shouted suddenly, and the evil clouds on the battlefield spun, forming a dark whirlpool. A deeply hidden aura on his body was no longer concealed, and the red-gold dragon blood in his veins boiled and roared. The ancient dragon beast's
The majesty descends overwhelmingly.
Cracking, crackling, Han Yi's eyes were slowly covered with a layer of gold, and his exposed upper body was beating like thunder, shining with blue-purple light.
In Mo Yu's almost life-threatening fighting style, Han Yi's blood, anger and madness occupied his mind. He had never provoked anyone, but why did someone always want to take away his life?
Is this really what the world is like?
The weak should die, and the strong should decide everything and the fate of everyone.
Han Yi looked up at the sky. The vortex formed by evil clouds blocked his sight, like an endless black curtain, swallowing up all bright things, even light.
"It turns out that this world is black."
He whispered to himself, his golden eyes suddenly showing unconcealable sadness and loneliness.
Well, Mo Yu grabbed the gap where Han Yi was distracted and stepped forward, thrusting his sword and aiming at the latter's heart, without even the slightest intention of holding back.
This kind of attack made Elder Xu on the high platform frown.