She shouted in front of Han Yi, and invisible power surged out from her eyes and enveloped Han Yi. Han Yi froze, and the power in his body quickly dissipated, unable to be suppressed. Wrinkles appeared on his face, and his head
He was pale, but in just a few moments, he had aged by dozens of years, like an octogenarian.
Han Yi was shocked, silver light flashed in his eyes, the eye of insight opened, surging mental power surged out, and a strange power appeared in front of his eyes. In Chu Tianxiang's pupils, there were traces of gray-white light
Shoot out and cover yourself.
Those gray-white lights quickly eroded his vitality, like a greedy vampire. However, the coverage range of those threads was limited, only tens of meters in radius.
After seeing through this, Han Yi's face returned to its usual expressionless expression, and the power of his feet was shot out, leaving the range of Chu Tianxiang's power in an instant.
"You can actually see through my wooden eyes."
Chu Tianxiang's face was full of disbelief.
The old age in Han Yi's body quickly disappeared, his face and head returned to a youthful look, and vitality emerged in his body again, with surging power that was irritable and restless.
He raised his head and looked at Chu Tianxiang, smiled, and did not answer.
"Very good, very good. If you can take this move, I will admit defeat."
Chu Tianxiang raised his whip, spiritual power was injected into it crazily, and countless complicated patterns spread on the whip.
"Roar......"
The long whip transformed into a wooden dragon, dancing gracefully and roaring to the sky.
"Wood War Technique, Transform into a Dragon."
Phew, the wooden dragon rushed toward Han Yi angrily. It was hundreds of meters long, and its pale green scales opened and closed with a clicking sound.
Han Yi only felt a huge sense of oppression falling from the sky, and his body was unusually heavy.
"This is interesting." He raised his hand and held it empty, and the Thunder Sky Sword emerged.
"The art of drawing swords, breaking the battle with one move."
Qiang, the long sword was unsheathed, lightning flashed, and a sword light suddenly flashed across. The battlefield seemed to be cut in half in an instant, and the silver rainbow pulled out a shadow and disappeared in a flash.
Hey, that sword light pierced the wooden dragon's forehead and completely penetrated it.
"Roar." The wooden dragon let out a mournful cry, and countless cracks spread from the sword marks, all over the body, and then there was an explosion.
The wooden dragon was defeated, Chu Tianxiang was hit hard, and his whole body was shot dozens of meters away, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
The gazes of the onlookers' disciples looking at Han Yi changed slightly. Being able to defeat Chu Tianxiang in a head-on battle shows that Han Yi's combat power has reached an abnormal level.
You must know that his cultivation is still in the late stage of the spiritual master, but he has already been able to defeat an existence ranked fifty-sixth in the outer palace competition. No wonder the master of the palace wants to accept him as his disciple. Such talent has already surpassed anyone in the spiritual palace.
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"This junior brother is really not that simple." Liu Qianfeng stopped laughing. The sword shot by Han Yi just now made even him feel a hint of danger.
"That should be the spiritual skill practiced by the master of the palace, right?" said the man in gray.
"Yes, Thunder Breaking Heaven Sword, this should be the simplest one among them." Elder Mo said.
After defeating Chu Tianxiang, Han Yi sheathed his sword.
"Please ask the next senior brother for advice."
...
Two hours later.
Whoosh, the sword light flew across the battlefield, and the silver and golden lights shattered each other.
Han Yidong's silhouette flashed across the sky, and the three figures were both illusory and real. Every time he danced, the Lei Xiao Sword swung out a huge sword light of tens of meters.
"Golden Owl Sword Technique, Yao Kill."
The old man named Qin Minghua took out the sword technique, and the golden light shone on the long sword. He raised the long sword high and slashed hard.
Buzz, large swaths of golden light burst out from the long sword, like thousands of golden threads piercing it.
A strong sense of danger emerged in Han Yi's mind. Two clones returned to his side. The three of them stood side by side. The silver spiritual power was injected into the Thunder Sky Sword, condensing an almost substantial sword light.
"Destroy the battle with one move."
They stepped forward at the same time, swung their swords and stabbed straight. Three rays of silver light shot out instantly, like dragons out of the sea, covered in thunder.
Boom, the sword light and the golden light collided together, and the power of thunder exploded instantly. Countless golden lights were annihilated by the thunder and disappeared. The fighting battlefield was shrouded in golden light and silver light, and disappeared completely after a few breaths.
Whoa, the silver light in Han Yi's eyes flashed out, and the moment the two attacks dissipated, three figures suddenly shot out, and three twisted arcs cut through those auras, and suddenly appeared in front of Qin Minghua's eyes.
Qin Minghua's face changed drastically, and he blocked with his long sword quickly. Boom, boom, boom, Han Yi's long sword slashed with terrifying power. Qin Minghua's body shook violently, his mouth tore apart, the long sword flew out of his hand, and he fell down
Shoot out.
"Puff..."
Swish, swish, three white shadows, like thunder and lightning, appeared next to Qin Minghua, with three swords pointed directly at his head.
...
Six hours later.
In the fighting battlefield, Han Yi faced off against an old man in black robe with a long sword on his back. His face was a little pale. After fighting for most of the day, he had exhausted most of his spiritual energy, but now he faced an opponent.
Stronger than one.
Han Yi felt a strong sense of oppression from the old man in black robe, and the Lei Xiao Sword in his hand trembled excitedly.
"Martial Swordsman Feng Zhan, he was ranked eleventh in the last competition."
The old students on the high platform were talking a lot, and many old students looked at Feng Zhan with fear in their eyes.
"Even Feng Zhan couldn't help but play." Liu Qianfeng smiled on his face and gently stroked the sword in his hand. The sword trembled slightly in the scabbard, as if he felt the owner's emotions.
"I only throw out one sword. If you can catch it, you will win." Feng Zhan's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was like the friction of a knife.
Han Yi's body tensed up, and the Lei Xiao Sword in his hand trembled even more violently, as if it would escape Han Yi's control at any time and fly towards Feng Zhan.
"Okay, then let's ask Senior Brother Feng to draw the sword."
He took a deep breath, and used the Kui Dragon Art and the Dragon Elephant Overlord Body Art to operate at full strength. The three Kui Dragon patterns were activated, and his skin became darker, like black iron. The surging power in his body flowed, like a peerless ferocious beast.
Suddenly woke up at this moment.
Feng Zhan in the distance slowly raised his hand to hold the long sword on his back. The black dragon coiled under the hilt and bit the sword body in the scabbard.
The restrained black spiritual power flowed out, and at the same time, a sharp and ferocious aura suddenly spread out from Feng Zhan's body.
The overwhelming momentum made Han Yi couldn't help but take a step back. His face was extremely solemn, his breathing calmed down, his violently beating heart slowed down slightly, and he sheathed his sword. All his momentum was completely restrained at this moment.
Han Yi's change made Feng Zhan's eyes freeze and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Very good, you didn't disappoint me." After Feng Zhan finished speaking, his body suddenly flashed, and he suddenly drew his sword. Qiang, the long black sword came out of its sheath, like a dragon in the abyss breaking out of the sea, with a fierce momentum in an instant.
An overwhelming crowd rushed towards Han Yi.
A black sword light pierced through the air, making no sound, but it seemed like there was terrible pressure acting on Han Yi from every direction, causing his body to feel pain like needles.
Han Yi's expression changed suddenly, and he drew his sword boldly. The Seven Killing Techniques of Thunder were running wildly. Huge evil energy rose from his body into the sky. The evil clouds rotated and turned into whirlpools. It was vaguely like a Shura battlefield changing in the wind and clouds.
"The embryonic form of condensed energy." Elder Mo and the man in gray said in surprise at the same time.
"The art of drawing a sword, breaking the mystery with two moves."