Yue Hualing stood on the edge of the other half of the ring, his eyes full of horror. If Ba Dao Zhan hadn't blocked the sword light for a moment, he would have been shattered into pieces at this moment. Please search (￥) for the most complete view! The fastest update novel
At this moment, a strong wind came towards him, but Han Yi appeared in front of him without knowing when, and the giant heavy sword pierced towards him at a terrifying speed.
Feiling Nine Steps erupted again, and Yue Hualing disappeared again.
Huh, do you want to do the same trick again? Han Yi sneered in his heart, and pushed the flash to the extreme. In an instant, he chased Yue Hualing and slashed him with his sword.
When the swords clashed, Yue Hualing's figure emerged and was shot backwards under the bombardment of huge power. He hit the formation light screen and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"How could you possibly keep up with my speed?" Yue Hualing's face was full of disbelief.
"You are not the only one who has cultivated the physical and spiritual skills to perfection."
Han Yi said lightly, took a step forward, and wow, the giant tower suddenly appeared in front of Yue Hualing's eyes and stabbed his head. Yue Hualing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blocked it with his sword. Suddenly, an unstoppable force passed through the blade. rush into his body.
"Pfft." He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and the hand holding the knife broke completely, "Ah."
"I... give up." The long knife fell to the ground with a clang. Yue Hualing held his twisted right hand, his face pale in pain and dripping with sweat.
After dealing with his opponent, Han Yi turned to look at other arenas. The arena where Li Huang and Situ Feng were standing had ended the battle early, but Ji Xuanyou, Mu Fangyun and others were still fighting fiercely with their opponents.
In the arena of the light curtain, various auras rose and exploded, and powerful spiritual skills collided, causing the light curtain to fluctuate endlessly. The formation that seemed to be broken at any time held on tenaciously. It seemed that no matter how strong the attack power of those disciples was, Can't really tear them apart.
"Haha, we win." Elder Zhao turned to look at Elder Yu, "Old Yu, bring me ten earth spirit pills."
"Tch, it's just a bottle of earth elixir. Is it worth your excitement?" Although he said this, a trace of distress flashed through Elder Yu's eyes. He waved his hand, and a medicine bottle appeared in the air. , flew towards Elder Zhao.
In the second arena, Ji Xuanyou and Mo Ying were both moving at high speed, and their movements were so weird. For a moment, no one could do anything to the other.
However, under Han Yi's observation, he found that this battle was completely controlled by Ji Xuanyou. No matter how Mo Ying attacked, how tricky the angle, how terrifying the speed, Ji Xuanyou was always able to dodge.
Mo Ying on the stage seemed to be aware of this, his face was gloomy. He kept speeding up, and his spiritual power surged out without reservation. However, every time he burst out faster, Ji Xuanyou would follow suit. Increase your speed and always keep the same distance from him.
"Do you only know how to run away?" Mo Ying couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily.
"That one move determines the outcome." Ji Xuanyou shouted, all the spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, and in a flash, he suddenly came to Mo Ying's eyes and slapped it with a palm.
"Just what I wanted." Mo Ying showed no fear. The anger in his eyes instantly receded and he regained his composure. It seemed that the uncontrollable roar just now was just an illusion he put on.
"Xuanming Hidden Thorn."
A burst of black mist surged out of his body, and the whole person collapsed and disappeared. Ji Xuanyou's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a coldness in his back, as uncomfortable as a thorn in his back. He turned sharply, and a black dagger shot out, wrapped in a wave of In the blue mist.
"Great Compassion Palm."
Ji Xuanyou shouted low, pushed out his palm, and a golden palm print flew out in an instant. It was only a few meters in size, but it carried unparalleled power. Boom, the flying dagger hit the palm print, and there was a faint sound.
The blue mist was annihilated under the golden light, and the dagger shot out.
Mo Ying looked at the flying palm print, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Buddhist Palm Technique."
He only had time to condense a layer of light screen in front of him, and the palm print bombarded it. The light screen shattered, and Mo Ying's blood spurted out. He hit the light screen and fell to the ground unconscious. The elder immediately flew over to check and confirmed that Mo Ying was okay.
Only then did Ji Xuanyou win.
"Oh my God, this new student named Ji Xuanyou has only been in the mansion for one year."
"Well, I see that his cultivation has reached the late stage of Lingzong and is very stable. It can be seen that he has been making breakthroughs for some time."
"It has only been a year since I entered the palace, but both my cultivation and combat power have improved to such an extent. I am even ranked among the top twenty-five in the Grand Advance. This guy is the biggest dark horse in this year's foreign palace."
The disciples who were watching were in an uproar. You must know that Ji Xuanyou and Han Yi entered the mansion at the same time. In one year, they reached the late Lingzong cultivation level, and their own combat power was so terrifying. Doesn't this mean that Han Yi's talent is still there?
It's going to be even more terrifying.
"I heard that Ji Xuanyou also caused the strange phenomenon on the spiritual monument. He is a king-level genius."
"A king-level genius, this does not mean that he is likely to break through the Spirit King stage and become the top powerhouse on Lanyue Island."
"That's true, but it's not that easy to break through the Spirit King stage. Even with such talent, you still need corresponding resources."
In the stands, Elder Mu looked at Ji Xuanyou, with a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes. If I remember correctly, Lingfu does not possess that palm magic skill. It can be so powerful, at least on the same level.
High-level spiritual skills? It seems that Tianer has another difficult opponent in the finals.
"Brother Xuanyou, congratulations, you entered the finals." Han Yi looked at Ji Xuanyou who walked up to him and said with a smile.
"Haha, I didn't expect that I could reach this point." Ji Xuanyou laughed and said, "By the way, Brother Han, what about you, did you win?"
"Victory by luck."
"Brother Han, with your strength, you can't use the word lucky."
"Okay, let's go take a look over there." Han Yi said and walked towards the fourth ring. Almost all the disciples of Tianmen gathered under the ring where Mu Fangyun was to watch the battle. For Han Yi, the master of the sect, they actually
No attention at all.
However, Han Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He had just taken over and had defeated the deputy sect leader Fang Xiaoyue with one move before. Those disciples might not be able to accept it for a while.
"Sect Master." Seeing Han Yi and Ji Xuanyou approaching, Zhou Yang clasped his fists and said.
"Yes." Han Yi responded. Fang Xiaoyue on the side nodded to him as a greeting. The other Tianmen disciples just glanced at Han Yi in a hurry and continued to pay attention to the fight in the ring.
At this moment, the battle between Mu Fangyun and the Peacock Pavilion disciple became more and more intense. Their spiritual skills clashed, and their spiritual power was outputted without hesitation.
"What's the name of that guy from Peacock Pavilion?" Han Yi asked Zhou Yang beside him.
"That guy's name is Nie Yufeng. He is Fang Yao's right-hand man. He is ranked thirteenth in the next generation. Only the deputy sect leader is lower. Their strength is between the two."
After a full quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, the spiritual power of the two men was almost exhausted. Mu Fangyun waved his hands, and the surrounding wind flow gathered over and condensed into blue wind blades that filled the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, the wind blades shot out, covering the sky and the earth. Nie Yufeng sneered, and the silver spear in his hand danced with sparks of gunfire, and the wind blades exploded under the gunfire.
"Wind Tiger Cannon." After an instant, Mu Fangyun's low shout sounded. He formed a seal in his hand and pressed his hands toward him. Countless wind elements condensed and turned into a green-gold head sphere.
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"Go." He raised his hand and threw the sphere, which spanned a hundred meters in a flash.
Seeing this, Nie Yufeng's face became unusually solemn. He slowly lowered the spear in his hand, and a steady stream of golden spiritual power was poured into the gun body.
A layer of weapon patterns lit up on the surface of the spear, giving people a feeling of extreme danger. Han Yi looked at the spear and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mu Fangyun, it's dangerous. Phew, the next moment, Nie Yufeng's body popped out, the spear in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake attacking its prey, and a golden light flashed out.
Boom, the Wind Tiger Cannon exploded instantly under the bombardment of golden light. However, the speed of the golden light did not slow down at all. It flashed in front of his eyes and he could not avoid it at all.
Hey, that golden light pierced through his shoulder, bringing out a stream of blood. Mu Fangyun's face turned pale, and he flew back. Nie Yufeng stepped forward, and the spear came from tricky angles, forcing him to panic.
Avoid in panic.
"Mu Fangyun is going to lose." Ji Xuanyou said next to Han Yi.
"Yeah." Han Yi nodded.
The other Tianmen disciples heard what the two said and looked back at them, with a trace of pain flashing across their faces.
"No, the deputy sect leader will not lose." A girl timidly retorted to Han Yi and Ji Xuanyou.
Han Yi turned around and looked over, only to see a girl who looked not much older than herself speaking very firmly next to Fang Xiaoyue. When Han Yi looked at her, he unconsciously took a step back and hid behind Fang Xiaoyue.
"Oh, what's your name? You have great confidence in the deputy sect leader." Han Yi asked with a smile.
"My, my name is Fang Yao." The girl replied with a smile.
"Fang Yao." Han Yi read the name again and looked up at Fang Xiaoyue.
"She is my sister."
"Oh, I see, you guys look nothing alike."
"Who said it, my sister and I are the most alike?" Fang Yao suddenly shouted like a little lion baring his teeth and claws.
"Uh." Han Yi was stunned, scratched his head, looked at Fang Yao and then at Fang Xiaoyue, seeming to be thinking, did I say something wrong?
"Yao'er must not be rude to the master." Fang Yao scolded lightly and explained to Han Yi, "Actually, Yao'er is not my biological sister, but an orphan I rescued from outside."
"I see."
"Sister is the nicest to me. She helped me choose a name, gave me food and clothing, and taught me how to practice spiritual techniques." Fang Yao held Fang Xiaoyue's hand and said with a smile.
Han Yi was surprised, and his eyes when looking at Fang Xiaoyue changed slightly.
"Not good." Suddenly a disciple on the side exclaimed. Han Yi and Fang Xiaoyue looked at the ring at the same time, and saw Nie Yufeng concentrating all his spiritual power on the spear, spinning around and thrusting out, and the spear was released.