"You heard that right, I did tell you to admit defeat. "
"Haha, interesting, interesting, I haven't met anyone who dares to ask me to admit defeat for a long time." Feng Wu laughed loudly, and suddenly looked at Han Yi seriously, with a dangerous light in his eyes, "So I decided to put you
Knock me down and step on my feet like that *** just now."
"Very good, let's try it."
Han Yi raised his hand to hold the hilt of Juque's sword. Huge power awakened in his body, and every muscle was beating erratically.
Phew, Feng Wu moved and disappeared into the distance. In a blink of an eye, he came to Han Yi's side and stabbed his throat with a green soft sword like a poisonous snake.
Qiang, the giant tower was instantly unsheathed, and the terrifying burst of power spread out the surrounding air like a wave, with strong energy. The giant tower was fully swung, the air roared, and when, the soft sword was blocked by the giant tower
, the terrifying power surged out and Feng Wu was shot backwards.
After he stabilized his body, his eyes when he looked at Han Yi changed completely. It was no longer contempt, but absolute seriousness. He was facing a powerful enemy who was as powerful as him.
"Very good, I recognize your strength and you are qualified to fight with me."
Han Yi's face was expressionless as he stepped out and struck with his sword.
"Whether I, Han Yi, am qualified or not, I don't need your approval."
Phew, the air was torn, and the huge sword light fell on his head. Feng Wu retreated sharply, and the sword light exploded in the ring. The soft sword in his hand stabbed dozens of swords, and the slender green sword light shot out.
Han Yi did not dodge or dodge, and swung the giant heavy sword horizontally. The terrifying energy brought up a storm, and all the sword light was annihilated in the storm.
"Create a mountain with one sword."
Han Yi slashed in the opposite direction, and a white sword light flashed instantly, approaching Feng Wu, and a strong sense of danger arose in his mind.
"Qingfeng Sword Dance."
Feng Wu's figure danced rapidly, his soft long sword swimming around him, and slender wind blades shot out, and then quickly grew to a size of tens of meters, sweeping over the sky and the earth.
The white sword light collided with the wind blades, and there were continuous chirping sounds. The wind blades were split into two by the sword light, and disappeared. The sword light actually defeated all the wind blades and slashed towards Feng Wu.
"Blue Wind Shield." Feng Wu made a secret with his left hand and pushed it out with one palm. The surging spiritual power quickly condensed a huge green-black shield, more than ten meters in size.
Boom, the next moment the sword light slashed the giant shield, Feng Wu's face turned pale, the Qingfeng shield was unable to completely resist the attack of the sword light, and was full of cracks in less than a breath. The sword light finally dissipated, but an even stronger force
Terrible power bombarded the giant shield. Han Yi came to Feng Wu at some unknown moment, fell from the sky, and slashed with the giant shield.
With a bang, the Qingfeng Shield was split open, and the terrifying force was like a huge mountain pressing down. Feng Wu turned pale, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and shot it out. He tiptoed, and pushed his body to the extreme, like a wisp of breeze.
No trace to be found.
"The movement and spiritual skills I have cultivated are Nine Steps of Gale Wind. Each step will increase in speed. Until nine steps are taken, the speed will break through the boundaries of the Lingzong and be comparable to the monks of the Lingjiang Stage." Feng Wu moved around the ring, generally
He said loudly, "Unfortunately, I have reached the eighth step of my nine-step practice of Gale Wind, and my speed is far faster than that of the late Lingzong monks. Now let me see how you are going to fight me?"
"Do you have physical skills or spiritual skills? I seem to have some, too." Han Yi said and suddenly took a step quickly. His figure split into two in a flash. Two white shadows flew out in different directions, and a giant bridge passed by.
Feng Wu's expression changed drastically, his speed increased again, and the giant sword barely sliced through his chest, shocking him with chills all over his body.
However, before he could stand firm, another Han Yi attacked again. The giant tower stirred up a terrible strong wind, stinging his skin. He erupted under his feet and dodged again. The giant tower struck the ring, and the terrifying power instantly smashed the stone.
The block shattered and cracks spread in all directions.
"What kind of movement technique is this? It can actually clone one's body?" Feng Wu's face turned gloomy in shock. Han Yi's strength was beyond his imagination. Both the body refining technique and the movement technique were so terrifying. What was even more frightening was that,
He has not yet used the spiritual techniques and spiritual skills taught by the palace master. Thinking of this, his heart dropped, because it meant that Han Yi had retained his strength when fighting him, and once he fully exploded, he would probably
Was killed instantly.
"Instant kill." He smiled bitterly to himself, how could he be killed by others in an instant, and he was still a freshman who had only been in the government for a year. Huge anger suddenly emerged from his heart, burning like a flame, "Ah, defeat me."
Feng Wu roared, the spiritual energy in his body exploded, and green light enveloped his entire body. The soft sword in his hand seemed to sense the anger of its master, and it trembled and let out a murderous sword cry.
"Thousands of swords destroy and kill."
He swung out his sword, and the sky was filled with sword light, which was several meters in size. The green light flowed like a deep blue lake. Whoosh, whoosh, tens of thousands of sword lights came towards Han Yi, carrying an extremely powerful momentum.
.
Han Yi looked at those sword lights, his mind was calm and empty, there was only nothingness in his mind, but suddenly a majestic mountain rose from the ground, blocking the raging wind. At that moment, some kind of barrier was broken.
"One sword conquers the mountain."
He murmured, and the giant tower came down with a huge momentum. A sword light over two hundred meters in size fell from the sky. The pressure even caused the formation light curtain to tremble. The disciples who were watching were all shocked by this sword.
, that kind of power and power cannot be possessed by a monk in the Lingzong period. Even through the light curtain, they can feel the heaviness and richness emanating from the sword.
Feng Wu's face turned extremely pale the moment he saw the sword light. He already knew the outcome, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that his Ten Thousand Swords Breaking Kill could block that sword light.
Boom, the huge sword light collided with the sky-wide sword rain, and the scene Feng Wu expected did not appear. The sword light shattered the sword rain with a devastating force, and the green light flashed wildly, and was annihilated like fireworks.
"Pfft." Before the sword light came, the terrifying power caused Feng Wu to spurt out a mouthful of blood. He was shot backwards and hit the light screen of the formation, unable to move. He could only watch the sword light stabbing him.
At this moment, the light in front of him dimmed, and the elder appeared in time, blocking the sword light, and struck out with a palm, turning the flow of spiritual power into a vortex. The sword light hit the vortex and was wiped out bit by bit.
"Han Yisheng." The elder took a look and announced. That sword surprised even him. The attack power was almost infinitely close to the limit of Lingzong monks.
Feng Wu, who was rescued by the elder, was still pale, and looked at Han Yi with fear in his eyes. Just now, he smelled the smell of death for the first time, and that feeling could really make people collapse.
"You can't make me lose, but I can make you die." Han Yi's eyes were cold. Feng Wu just looked at him and looked away. There was something that frightened him hidden in those dark eyes.
It was enough to shatter all his pride, "Be more restrained from now on, being humble and arrogant will help."
Feng Wu's face turned red, but he could not refute.
"You go down first." The elder said to Feng Wu, and Feng Wu rushed down from the ring. "Han Yi, wait a moment." He stopped Han Yi who was about to leave.
"Elder, is there anything else?"
"You will know later. Fang Xiaoyue, Mo Ying, you two are coming too."
Looking at the two people skimming the ring, Han Yi had no expression on his face and vaguely guessed something.
"The match between Fang Xiaoyue and Mo Ying just ended in a draw. After discussion among our elders and Elder Mu, it was decided that Fang Xiaoyue and Mo Ying would fight Han Yi again. What do you think? Do you three have any opinions?"
"No objection." Fang Xiaoyue and Mo Ying said at the same time.
Han Yi didn't speak for a while and frowned slightly.
"What, Han Yi, do you have any objections?" The elder looked at Han Yi and asked.
"No." Han Yi sighed secretly. Did Elder Mu make this decision because he wanted to see his current strength? If I read it correctly, Zhao Tian, who was in the third arena just now, has already advanced to the semi-finals.
Elder Mu was sitting in the stands, looking at Arena No. 8 with great interest. He didn't know that Han Yi had vaguely guessed his intentions.
"You two, let's draw lots."
Fang Xiaoyue and Mo Ying looked at each other.
"You go first." Mo Ying said with a smile.
"Okay." Fang Xiaoyue didn't show any pretense. She raised her hand and picked out a bamboo stick at random. When she saw the word "war" on the bamboo stick, she was stunned, and then she gently pulled out a smile at the corner of her mouth and said, "War word sign."
Han Yi seemed to have noticed Fang Xiaoyue's expression just now, and shook his head. It seemed that he had always been dissatisfied with the fact that he had taken over as the leader of Tianmen. In this battle, he probably wanted to make himself look embarrassed.
Mo Ying glanced at Han Yi, who was expressionless next to him, and then looked at Fang Xiaoyue.
"Good luck."
"Um."
"Okay, let's get started." After the elder finished speaking, he and Mo Ying retreated outside the ring.
"Please enlighten me." Fang Xiaoyue nodded to Han Yi, still with a faint smile on her lips.
"I didn't expect to meet you in the last battle before entering the semi-finals." Han Yi sighed.
"I don't want you to hold back, otherwise I will never admit that you are the leader of Tianmen. If you lose, you will not be qualified to become the leader of Tianmen."
At this time, all the disciples of Tianmen gathered under the ring. Mu Fangyun looked at the two people in the ring with an ugly look on his face.
"What's going on? According to the order of battle, the two of them should not have encountered each other at this time."
"The battle between Xiaoyue and Mo Ying ended in a draw. The elder asked them to draw lots, and the person who drew the lottery would have another battle with Han Yi. Xiaoyue was not very lucky." Zhou Yang smiled bitterly.
"Will the deputy sect leader win?" asked a disciple behind him.
"Xiao Yue's cultivation has reached the peak of the late Ling Sect, but I still have a feeling that I can't see through our new sect leader. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable."
Mu Fangyun sighed secretly, no matter who wins this battle, Tianmen will lose a general. The semi-finals will be the most important, but it seems that their luck in Tianmen is really not good.
The surrounding Waifu disciples were shocked again when they heard the conversation between the two in the arena.
"Han Yi actually joined Tianmen and became the leader of Tianmen. It's incredible."