His hands faced each other, and countless blue-purple thunderbolts converged towards the palms of his hands, turning into a thunderball in almost a few moments. The size increased rapidly, and it became half a meter in size in a few blinks of an eye.
"Go." Han Yi spit out a cold voice, and the blue-purple thunder ball shot out and hit the white lightsaber that was close at hand.
Boom boom boom, the two attacks collided and exploded instantly, the lightsaber shattered, the thunder ball released all its power, and blue and purple thunder flashed across the sky, like a thunderstorm.
The white light erupted from the lightsaber was sharp and hot, and the shock wave suddenly spread out. Feeling the horror of the shock wave, Lei Lingyu fired several seals into the array. The array light curtain became more solid and thicker, and under the bombardment of the shock wave
It trembled violently, but did not break apart.
After a few breaths, the shock wave dissipated, revealing the ring. Seeing the appearance of the two people clearly, all the onlookers took a breath. Situ Feng held one hand with the other and covered his chest, wearing a black robe.
It was broken, and his body was covered with torn wounds and dripping with blood. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were dim, but the eyes he looked at Han Yi were still full of crazy fighting intent.
You must know that the results of his cultivation this year have been fully demonstrated in the fierce battle just now. However, those powerful and powerful methods, those powerful spiritual skills that can easily kill any spiritual sect monk, or even ordinary spiritual general monks, have not yet been revealed.
They were all picked up by Han Yi.
He has always been a person who is eager to fight. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he becomes. The calmness and rationality he has always maintained are because there is no one worthy of his excitement and madness. He disdains to fight with Li Huang because he feels
Li Huang didn't have that kind of strength. This time, Li Huang's performance in the outer palace surprised him, especially the spiritual skill called Earth Splitting and Sky Collapse, which was far beyond the scope of Ling Sect monks.
He thought he could go crazy because of Li Huang this time, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated by Han Yi. Han Yi did not live up to his expectations for more than half a year and grew to such a terrifying point.
At this time, Han Yiqi and Situ Feng were not much better. The white robe made of silkworm silk had disappeared. The exposed half of his body was pitch black. There were several huge cracks in his two arms, and the bones were clearly visible, but there was not a drop of blood.
It flowed out, and the flesh and blood squirmed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He put down the giant heavy sword in front of him and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath was extremely weak. Qi Tufeng's injuries were more serious and more terrifying. At this moment, all his internal organs had been torn apart, and the shock wave just now
Although he was blocked by the giant heavy sword, the power contained in it poured into his body through his arms.
Han Yi knelt down on one knee. Waves of intense dizziness hit his head, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. The giant heavy sword pierced the ground with a clang, supporting his body without falling.
He knew that Situ Feng was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong. Li Huang was even stronger, much stronger.
The dragon wings behind him collapsed into a ball of blue-black mist and retracted into his body. His spiritual power was finally completely exhausted at this moment, and he could not even activate the flying spiritual weapon.
The blood of Kui Long in his body went silent, his heartbeat slowed down, his breathing became violent, and his eyelids became heavy.
He tried hard to raise his head to look at Situ Feng, but his vision was blurred and he could only see a hazy figure. Situ Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees, held the hand covering his chest and dropped it.
"Oh my God." Some disciples exclaimed.
"Quick, save him."
Swish, swish, the formation light curtain disappeared, and more than a dozen figures rushed to the ring. Guan Le supported the body of Situ Feng, who was about to fall, and covered his chest with his jade hands, not daring to use too much force or too lightly, for fear of
It hurt him, but he was afraid that he was too weak to stop the blood pouring from his chest.
Han Yi felt many shadows dangling in front of his eyes, and then a figure appeared in front of him.
"It's all over, go to sleep."
The figure's voice sounded like a persuasive one. Han Yi's lips moved a few times, but no sound came out. He could only say in his heart, Teacher.
After Han Yi fell into coma, Lei Lingyu took out a high-level healing elixir and stuffed it into his mouth. Ji Xuanyou and everyone in Tianmen gathered around. They looked at Han Yi lying in Lei Lingyu's arms with concern on their faces.
Dare to speak.
Finally, Ji Xuanyou couldn't help but ask: "Master of the palace, how is Brother Han?"
"All the internal organs were torn, the arm bones of both hands were completely broken, the sternum was shattered, and the injuries were very serious."
"Zhizhi, zhizhi." Xiaoyou squeezed out from the crowd, jumped on Ji Xuanyou's shoulder, and looked at Han Yi's squeaking, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Han Yi was almost hit head-on by the energy explosion just now. Although he used a huge barrier to block it at the last moment, how could such a terrifying energy be blocked by a heavy sword?
It turned its head and glanced at Situ Feng, who was surrounded by the crowd on the opposite side, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The barrier that guy finally condensed with his spiritual energy, the black vortex, offset a large part of the energy impact, otherwise he would not only
It could be as simple as being covered in bruises and having a big hole in my heart.
Hearing Lei Lingyu's words, everyone took a breath. It was incredible that Han Yi was still alive after suffering such horrific injuries. If this had happened to any of them, they would not have known he was dead.
How many times has it happened?
"I gave him a healing elixir. With his physical condition, he will probably be fine tomorrow." Lei Lingyu handed Han Yi into Ji Xuanyou's hands, "You can take him back to Xinsheng Villa to rest first.
."
"Yes, Lord Palace Master."
Ji Xuanyou hugged Han Yi and walked toward the Xinsheng Villa surrounded by everyone from Tianmen.
"Get out of the way, the master of the palace is coming." A disciple said.
Several elders surrounding Situ Feng also moved aside. Lei Lingyu frowned when he saw the blood hole in Situ Feng's chest. The sternum around the blood hole had been completely shattered, and the fragments pierced into the heart. Every time the heart
With a weak pulse, blood will gush out like a fountain.
"Master Palace Master, his injuries are too serious, and there is nothing we can do to treat him." Elder Xu said with some shame.
"It doesn't matter, I'll take him to the inner palace. If I remember correctly, the spirit shaping pool is ready for use." Lei Lingyu said lightly.
Hearing Lei Lingyu's words, Guan Le's eyes suddenly filled with joy.
"That's great, we can be saved, we can be saved." She shed tears as she said this, looking at Situ Feng's silly smile.
"Master of the Palace, the Spirit Shaping Pool can only be used once every ten years. Of course we have no problem with it being used by Situ Feng, but the disciples and elders of the inner palace will definitely not agree." Elder Mo said.
Hearing Elder Mo's words, Lei Lingyu also frowned. He turned to look at Situ Feng and asked.
"Situ Feng, even I can't decide who should use the Soul Shaping Pool without authorization. I'm asking you now, use your contribution points and Earth Spirit Pill this time in exchange for a chance to use the Spirit Shaping Pool. Are you willing?
Not willing?"
"Disciple is naturally willing."
"Okay, that's no problem." Lei Lingyu picked up Situ Feng and turned into a ray of silver light and flew towards the inner palace.
...
In the blink of an eye, three days later, the first thing Han Yi saw when he woke up from coma was Qiu Linglong's face.
"Mu Mu, you finally woke up." Qiu Linglong's face was full of surprise, and her cute face came close to Han Yi. Han Yi could even feel her soft breathing, and he couldn't help but blush slightly and turned his head away.
Xiaoyou woke up from his sleep, his eyes were bleary, and he had an inexplicable look in his eyes. Han Yi reached out and gently stroked Xiaoyou's head, not knowing what he was thinking.
The room suddenly fell silent. Qiu Linglong scratched her head and was a little overwhelmed, thinking to herself whether she had done something wrong just now? No, I just said something!
After a while, Han Yi sat up from the bed and found Qiu Linglong pacing back and forth in the room, scratching her head and ears, which made her feel funny.
"Hey, girl, what are you doing?"
Qiu Linglong heard Han Yi's voice and turned around to look at him. She saw a slight smile on his face. His face was a little pale and as dark as charcoal, but he was still handsome.
"I didn't... didn't do anything."
"Looking at your expression, you look like you have a guilty conscience, and you still say you didn't do anything." Han Yi teased.
"Why am I guilty of being a thief?" Qiu Linglong frowned, as if she had been exposed. "You are the one who is guilty of being a thief. Your whole family is guilty of thief."
The expression on Han Yi's face froze for a moment, and some unspeakable sadness spread from his body, like thick ink melting in water.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Did I say the wrong thing again just now?" Qiu Linglong asked with a grimace when she saw Han Yi was silent again.
"It's okay. It's not wrong. Anyway, I'm alone in our family." He smiled and said, "I've gotten used to it after so many years."
At this moment, it seemed that the two Han Yis were completely overlapping each other, and all the unhappy and unsatisfactory memories of their childhoods came to life in their minds at the same time.
"Han Yi, give me the toy in your hand." The older child in the orphanage was overbearing.
Han Yi, who was not yet five years old, hugged his new toy tightly and was forced into a corner by the older children, trembling with fear.
Bang, the older child kicked him in the face and took away his toys. But he could do nothing. He could only lie on the ground and cry loudly, muttering "Daddy."
...
"Stealing the patriarch's seal is a capital crime." The faces of the old people in the hall were ferocious, as scary as monsters. He huddled in the woman's arms, holding her hand tightly, looking at the old people with fear.
But suddenly the woman disappeared from his side. She was lying on the cold marble floor, bright red blood spread from under her head, and he cried out.
"Mom, get up. Mom, get up and play with Yi'er."
...
Han Yi stared at the bed in confusion, those sad memories surging in his mind, making his head hurt and his heart hurt.
He is obviously so sad, but why can't he cry?
"Wood." Qiu Linglong called him in a low voice, but Han Yi didn't respond. His face was expressionless, just pale.