"Haha, you are very confident, but it's a pity that you don't have the strength to match that confidence."
Zheng Yi raised his hand to hold it empty, and a translucent long sword appeared in his palm. The sword's body looked like pure crystal, with occasional ripples of water, which was strange and extraordinary.
Han Yi took out a bottle of Hai Ling Dan from the space ring, and swallowed it all into his belly. The surging power of the medicine was instantly released, and the Luo Shen Jue started to work crazily. The power of the medicine turned into pure spiritual power and merged into the Dantian.
Lingyuan.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother."
He raised the Thunder Sky Sword and pointed it at Zheng Yi, and a sharp and cold breath spread out.
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
A blue aura lit up on Zheng Yi, and whoosh, he disappeared without warning.
Han Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, with such a speed that even he couldn't catch it. Instinctively, Han Yi moved his eyes, and three figures went in three different directions.
An instant later, a sharp long sword slashed across the place where he originally stood. The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and fine ice crystals fell and shattered.
A bone-chilling chill rose in Han Yi's heart. If his reaction had been slower for a moment, he would have been killed by a sword. Zheng Yi's speed was completely different from that of the previous Lingfu disciples. He was too fast.
It was as fast as a beam of light, arriving in an instant.
Zheng Yi turned around and looked around. On the edge of the fighting battlefield, three identical Han Yis were standing in different directions. It was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones.
"The clone is a bit interesting."
He smiled, his body flashed, and he appeared in front of Han Yi in an instant. Blue light flashed on the translucent long sword, and he stabbed out with a sword.
That Han Yi couldn't react at all. A sword pierced his throat and dissipated into silvery white spiritual power that disappeared.
The other two Han Yi's expressions were solemn, and they started to move at the same time. They swung their Leixiao Sword quickly, and dozens of huge sword beams flew out, hitting Zheng Yi's back.
Zheng Yi stepped forward, dodged again, and actually passed through the sword curtain formed by the sword light, appeared in front of another Han Yi, and slashed.
A head flew up, and the expression on Han Yi's face was completely frozen. Boom, the head and the headless corpse collapsed and disappeared.
Han Yi's body was powerful under his feet, and the ground shook violently. He suddenly came to Zheng Yi's eyes, and slashed down with the violent force of thunder with the Lei Xiao Sword. Zheng Yi faced him without dodging, and the two figures were on the battlefield.
The flickering was so high that the new students in the spiritual master stage could not capture the trajectory of the two people's battle with their naked eyes. They could only see two white lights and shadows flashing and extinguishing.
Dang, dang, dang, the sound of long swords clashing was continuous. Originally, with Han Yi's physical strength, he could completely defeat Zheng Yi with one blow, but Zheng Yi's swordsmanship was light and agile, just like the Cheng family he had encountered before.
Great Elder, every time his long swords clashed, his powerful and surging power was silently dispelled, leaving no trace.
And on Zheng Yi's long sword, the terrifying cold current spread over, causing Han Yi's Lei Xiao sword to form a layer of ice crystals, and his arms and clothes were also covered with white frost.
Han Yi shook his sleeves with both hands, and the white frost and ice crystals were shattered at the same time. He flew back and quickly thought of countermeasures. Zheng Yi's swordsmanship was very strange. His powerful power had lost its use. If he wanted to defeat the opponent, he only had two people.
Either method is to crush it with absolutely powerful spiritual skills, or wait for the opponent to reveal its flaws.
But no matter which one of these two methods is used, the possibility of success is absolutely slim. Han Yi is not lacking in powerful spiritual skills. The two forms of breaking the mystery combined with the sword drawing technique are infinitely powerful. The power of Kui Long is majestic and domineering, perfect.
The powerful divine light technique is powerful, but each of these tricks cannot be used casually.
If Zheng Yi cannot be defeated in one blow, then he will definitely lose. With Han Yi's current spiritual power, he cannot wait for Zheng Yi to reveal his flaws, and the opponent will not give him such a chance.
"In this case, I know I can force you to reveal your flaws."
Han Yi murmured in a low voice, and his eyes of insight were fully opened. The world in front of him changed drastically in an instant, and all the trajectories fell into his eyes and were clearly visible.
Whoa, Zheng Yi came to Han Yi in a flash, and continued to slash with his long sword. Suddenly, Han Yi stabbed out with his sword before he swung over, and the two swords collided with each other, and a huge force exploded.
But after the power surged out of Zheng Yi's long sword, it quietly dissipated, just like heavy rain pouring from the sky and falling into the sea.
However, this time, Han Yi clearly saw how Zheng Yi did it and how he dispelled his own power.
Han Yi's power did not disappear when it entered his long sword. Instead, as it surged down, it was absorbed by a certain pattern in the long sword. Then that power entered the hilt of the sword and pushed a
The blue gems rotated, creating an even more terrifying biting cold air.
"The master who can use the opponent's strength to activate the core of the weapon array and refine this sword is really amazing. Such a spiritual weapon is definitely a high-level spiritual weapon."
Han Yi thought to himself.
The Lei Xiao Sword in his own hand is also a high-level spiritual weapon, but those given by Lei Lingyu, many elders in the Ling Mansion may not have high-level spiritual weapons in their hands. The appearance of every high-level spiritual weapon will be reflected in the
Lanyue Island has set off a shocking craze. Such spiritual weapons will only exist in the hands of the top monks and families on Lanyue Island. It is impossible for others to possess them and cannot possess them.
Using such weapons requires not only strength, but also corresponding background.
The two people collided again. Han Yi flew back, and Zheng Yi stepped to catch up. The long sword struck at a tricky angle. Han Yi's heart was filled with a sense of crisis all the time.
In the eyes of the old students watching, Han Yi and Zheng Yi were evenly matched, but in fact only Han Yi himself knew that every time he resisted was extremely difficult.
Zheng Yi's speed is better than his, his swordsmanship is better than his, his cultivation is better than him, and his spiritual power is better than him. However, the physical strength that he is proud of has completely collapsed in front of Zheng Yi's spiritual weapon.
If it weren't for the insightful eye that could see through the opponent's attack intentions in advance, Han Yi would have been seriously injured and defeated.
Han Yi clearly knew that as long as Zheng Yi wanted to end this battle, he could end it at any time. Until now, Zheng Yi had been competing with Han Yi in swordsmanship and had not even used his spiritual skills.
"Haha, Protector Zheng is becoming more and more powerful. Han Yi was able to defeat more than a dozen old students in a row, which shows that he has great fighting power. However, in front of Protector Zheng, he is like a child, immature and vulnerable." A group of people from Peacock Pavilion.
Here, a certain disciple laughed, his tone full of ridicule towards Han Yi.
"Hmph, you dare to be so arrogant without enough strength. Protector Zheng's actions are also a lesson to him." Another old student agreed.
"Why did the master of the palace accept such a loser as his personal disciple? He might as well be Protector Zheng." Someone sneered.