"Asshole, what on earth is this? The Seven Thunderous Killing Techniques, are they really so terrible?" Zheng Yi couldn't believe it at all. Even the techniques practiced by the Palace Master shouldn't be so abnormal.
Han Yi took a step in the distance, and was about to take advantage of Zheng Yi's injury to overwhelm him with a thunderous offensive, but his figure suddenly froze, crackling, blue-purple arcs of electricity jumped on the surface of his body, and the flesh and blood of his left forearm suddenly burst.
, several wounds emerged.
"With my current physical strength, am I still unable to fully bear it?"
Han Yi smiled bitterly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a series of explosions started to sound. The chest, back, lower abdomen, and even the face were almost torn open by powerful force in a few breaths, leaving wounds dripping with blood and hideous.
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"No, we can't fall now. Even if we lose, we can't lose to that kind of person."
He gritted his teeth and endured the terrible pain. His face was almost distorted and extremely pale. The blood had blurred his vision, and his eyes were a burning red.
His mental power began to fluctuate. Under the terrible pain, he could no longer control his mental power stably.
In my mind, a vague shadow stood in the darkness in the distance, holding a long sword, with spiritual power stirring, and it was as eye-catching as a lighthouse on the seaside in the dark night.
Han Yi formed a seal, and the electric arc condensed in the palm of his hand, forming a thunder ball.
"Go, thunder roars."
The blue-purple thunder ball shot out silently, as fast as a ghost, and appeared directly in front of Zheng Yi in a flash.
The terrifying energy fluctuations frightened Zheng Yi. The Ice Art was running wildly, blue light burst out, and the translucent sword swung out.
"The Endless Ice."
Click, click, sound, cold air emerged, and countless huge ice spikes grew on the ground. Those ice spikes spread toward the distance with Zheng Yi as the center.
"rise."
The ice spikes broke into irregular ice crystals suspended in the air, and blue light flashed, like a river of stars.
"disease."
Countless broken ice crystals rotated and formed a vortex, blocking Zheng Yi's face.
Boom, the thunderball bombarded the vortex formed by the broken ice crystals and exploded. Blue-purple arcs of electricity shot out in all directions, like a ferocious dragon pounces on its prey.
The ice crystals exploded into powder and disappeared. In just an instant, Zheng Yi's Ice Ultimate, which he used with all his strength, was disintegrated by the electric arc released by the thunderball.
The thunder exploded in the darkness, releasing almost indiscriminate attacks. Han Yi and Zheng Yi were hit at the same time, and their bodies were shot backwards. The Soul-Suppressing Prison disappeared, and two figures flew out of the black mist, blood spurting wildly.
"Look, they're coming out." An old student exclaimed.
But after seeing the appearance of the two people clearly, everyone was shocked. Zheng Yi was extremely miserable, his head was scattered, his white robe was almost torn and torn, blood was dripping down, his skin was charred, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. The aura on his body
He was so depressed that even his spiritual energy seemed to be exhausted.
Han Yi, on the other side, had horrific gashes all over his body, and blood kept pouring out. His black skin was almost dyed red with blood. His long hair was dancing in the wind, and blood even dripped along his silk threads.
Soon, blood spread on the ground under the two people's feet.
"Haha, haha, very good, very good. How long has it been? How long has it been since anyone has been able to force me to be like this? I didn't expect that today I would be made so embarrassed by a new student who was just a late-stage spiritual master." Zheng Yiyang laughed, "But,
The loser is still you."
He raised his sword and pointed it directly at Han Yi, and the remaining spiritual power in his body surged out from his Dantian.
"I still have the spiritual power to strike, but what about you? Do you still have enough strength to resist?"
Han Yi looked at him without saying anything. A trace of black evil energy flowed out from his arm and condensed into a small black snake. The small snake climbed onto Han Yi's shoulder, raised its head and stared at Zheng Yi.
Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger spread in his mind, his pupils shrank, and the last trace of blue light on the translucent sword slowly faded away.
"I didn't expect Junior Brother Han to have such hidden means." Zheng Yi gave Han Yi a deep look, then turned around and rushed up to the high platform, "I admit defeat, but your gambling journey ends here."
Han Yi had no expression on his face, but he remembered Peacock Pavilion deeply in his heart. He kept causing trouble for him again and again. Was it just because he refused their invitation that he wanted to kill him?
Zheng Yi waved his hand, and an old student from Peacock Pavilion came out, preparing to fight. But at this moment, three figures suddenly appeared on the other side. Situ Feng, Shangguan Le, and Liu Qianfeng appeared in the battle field at the same time.
Facing Han Yi.
"You guys...hehe, that's fine." Zheng Yi suddenly turned around and left with the Peacock Pavilion group.
Situ Feng and the other three ignored him, just looked at Han Yi and smiled.
"Junior Brother Han, why don't we play the last three games together?" Liu Qianfeng held the long sword in his arms.
"If you beat the three of us, you will win the gambling battle." Situ Feng stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of black aura exuding from his body.
At the same time, Shangguan Le, who was standing on the right, waved his hands, and the blue and red spiritual power drew a circle, slowly rotating, exuding a strong dangerous atmosphere.
"Oh my god, Senior Brother Situ has ended up. He was ranked third in the last competition."
"There is also Shangguan Le beside him, who ranked seventh in the last competition. I heard that Chu Tianxiang and her were equally matched, but because Chu Tianxiang cast a forbidden technique in a competition, he was seriously injured and has not recovered.
The ranking has just dropped all the way to fifty-sixth, but judging from her previous battle with Han Yi, it seems that her strength has not been fully recovered yet."
"Yeah, I guess so." Someone nodded.
"Liu Qianfeng, the jade-faced swordsman, is one of the few people in Lingfu who truly practices swordsmanship. His wind-breath swordsmanship is ever-changing and unpredictable. In the last competition, he ranked second only to Shangguan Le.
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Han Yi's heart sank as he listened to the whispers of the old students around him. Even an ordinary old student couldn't beat him now, let alone the talented disciples from the outer palace such as Situ Feng, Shangguan Le, and Liu Qianfeng.
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He smiled bitterly, it seemed like he could only go so far.
"Junior Brother Han, why don't we compare our moves?" Situ Feng looked at him and said with a smile.
"In your current state, even if we win, it is definitely not fair. Let's see, you are physically powerful and your energy and blood are surging like a peerless beast. If you can make the three of us retreat with one punch, you will be considered fair and square."
How about winning?"
Han Yi, who was about to admit defeat, heard what Situ Feng said and agreed without hesitation.
"Okay, then I need to ask Senior Brother Situ, Senior Sister Shangguan and Senior Brother Liu to be careful." He activated Kui Long Jue crazily, red-gold blood flowed rapidly, and the wounds on the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, Situ Feng's eyes were surprised.
"What an amazing self-healing ability."
Han Yi concentrated on it, condensing all his strength, and his muscles bulged high, beating like a wild dragon.