"Humph, you don't overestimate your capabilities. "
Han Yi mocked, waved his fist disdainfully, and then looked sideways at Cheng Ling.
"You guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no reward."
The bronze corpse in the distance screamed in fear and began to retreat.
"I'm telling you, do you plan to let that thing leave here?" Han Mofeng, Wu Lie and others, who had turned red and white at Han Yi's words, immediately took action. All the monks in the spiritual master stage surrounded the bronze corpse and kept it.
Attack with spiritual skills at a distance.
Different colors of spiritual power erupted, and the bronze corpse resisted tenaciously, but it was still unable to escape the intensive spiritual attack. Every time it was hit by a spiritual attack, a huge tear-like wound would appear on the body, and purple-red corpse blood would flow out.
"This looks pretty cool." Han Yi turned around and looked at Cheng Ling, "Now, it's our turn."
"I'm getting better and better now. Who are you? What does the Han family and the Wu family have to do with you? If you want that thing, I can give it to you, as long as you stop interfering between me and them.
"Grudges." Cheng Ling said, after seeing Han Yi's power, he began to retreat a little, so he planned to make a deal with the Spirit King's secret treasure.
"Cheng Ling, you are not stupid. I do want that thing, but if you see my face under the mask, you probably won't say these words to me. On the contrary, you will give up everything to kill me.
, just to kill me."
"Is there such a big hatred between us?"
"You have a life-and-death hatred for me, and I have a hatred for you..." As he said this, Han Yi suddenly lost his voice. He moved his feet, and his whole body flew into the air. Boom, the next moment he was standing.
At that place, a huge snake head burst out of the ground, bit it hard, and lost its mouth.
"Hahaha, as expected, people like you, Cheng Ling, will not compromise with anyone, because you have no way out. A desperado will use any means to kill anyone who stands in the way.
.Because once he stops, he will be the one who dies."
"You are right, so I will kill you, no matter what, no matter what the price is. Tonight, of all the people here, only one can survive, and that is me." Cheng Ling suddenly opened his hands, and the black
The cloak fell off, revealing his body.
His face was covered with green snake scales, and his eyes turned into snake's vertical pupils, reflecting green light. He was half-naked, and the snake scales opened and closed, making a creepy friction sound. Sharp nails grew out of his ten fingers.
There is no doubt that it is highly poisonous.
Phew, his figure twisted, and the figure wrapped in snake scales disappeared. Han Yi's pupils shrank, so fast.
He took a step back, dodged, and wah, the sharp claws passed between his throat, and the air tore and roared.
Whoosh, whoosh, the sharp claws were swung one after another, and Han Yi kept dodging. The eye of insight was fully opened, and flashes of light erupted. Han Yi's body was divided into three, and three black shadows flew out in three different directions.
.
Bang, a clone just flew a few meters away, was pierced through the back by Cheng Ling's sharp claws, and then collapsed and disappeared.
The other two Han Yi stood in front of the younger disciples of the Han Wu family, wary of Cheng Ling. He did not expect that Cheng Ling's speed and attacks were so fast, so fast that he could hardly react. His discerning eye clearly captured
He made a move, but he couldn't react immediately.
This means that Cheng Ling's speed has surpassed Han Yi's reaction speed. He knew the direction and angle of Cheng Ling's attack, but he could only barely avoid it, but could not make an effective counterattack.
Hey, just as Han Yi stopped, the figure of Cheng Ling in front of him twisted and disappeared again.
The air in front of him was torn apart by the sharp claws swinging at high speed. Han Yi reacted quickly, backed up, and squeaked. The black iron surface was scratched by the sharp claws, and a string of sparks exploded. Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, and the iron mask remained.
There were five white marks.
Before Han Yi on the other side had time to move, his sharp claws pierced his chest, and his body exploded, turning into white light and dissipating.
"So fast." Han Yi showed a smile under the mask, "It's a bit interesting."
He closed his eyes and observed Cheng Ling's actions with his eyes of insight. All his energy was locked on Cheng Ling's body. The flow of spiritual power in his body emerged, like green lines.
The light of the lines kept changing uniformly, and suddenly shone at a certain moment. Coming, Han Yi stepped out, and the Leixiao Sword was unsheathed. When Cheng Ling's sharp claws were intercepted by the sword's edge, sparks flew everywhere. His arms twisted.
, and quickly returned to its original state.
Cheng Ling turned around and appeared behind Han Yi. Two sharp claws pierced his body one after another. However, no blood flowed out from the wound. Cheng Ling instantly understood the afterimage.
He dodged to the left without hesitation, and struck down with a sharp sword. The silver sword light was dangerous and had a deadly aura.
A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Cheng Ling crossed his hands to block. Bang, Han Yi's right leg hit him. Click, his arm bones made an explosion. Both arms were completely twisted, and the whole figure was like a string.
Shot backwards like an arrow.
However, soon, his weak and drooping hands twisted and returned to their original position again. Han Yi's terrifying whip legs did not cause any harm to him. It did not even disturb his breathing.
"This power is really abnormal." Cheng Ling looked at his hand that had returned to its original shape, and a trace of blood suddenly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, "No wonder Elder Cheng Shan was killed by your punch."
"Your speed is also very good, but I am even faster." Han Yi said coldly, with no admiration in his voice.
"I have fought against Lingfu disciples before, and you are a little different from them. Those people look like you, like babbling babies."
"The path of cultivation I am taking is a dual cultivation of both spirit and body. It is more difficult and my strength will naturally be stronger."
"Really? The spiritual and body cultivators are very similar to us animal cultivators. I wonder who of the two of us will survive in the end?" Cheng Ling smiled and formed a seal with his hands, "Be careful, I am now
, before we start getting serious, Elder Cheng Shan just didn’t have the chance to urge the beast to cultivate the secret code, so he was killed by you with one blow. I don’t want to follow in his footsteps.”
Those sharp hands formed different seals, and the green spiritual power in Cheng Ling's body surged violently, suddenly becoming extremely violent. Unknown to the spiritual power, even the blood in his body began to boil, and his heart beat rapidly.
Incredibly fast.
His senses were extremely amplified. His muscles were tense and his bones were alienated. A single black horn grew out of his forehead, many inches long. The green scales on his body opened and closed rapidly, sharp and hard.
"This is the Secret Code of Beast Cultivation. Is the so-called beast blood boiling?" Han Yi murmured secretly. He had obtained relevant records of his memory as the leader of the men in black. Although it was not comprehensive, he also learned about some entry-level skills.
information.
Buzz, the air moved slightly, and the extremely dangerous feeling in Han Yi's mind exploded, flooding over like a sea wave. Cheng Ling's figure in the distance was motionless, and the smile on his face was frozen. Nearly black sharp claws fell from Han Yi's head.
, Cheng Ling's figure appeared in front of his eyes without any warning.
This time, even the Eye of Insight did not notice Cheng Ling's movements. Han Yi blocked with his horizontal sword, and the Thunder Sky Sword was held by a sharp claw, and another sharp claw came from below and stabbed his heart.
.
Han Yi retreated, but the sword in his hand was held by Cheng Ling. He stagnated, and his sharp claws had reached his chest. Ah, the black robe was torn open, Han Yi twisted his body at the critical moment, and his chest was scratched several times.
Bloodstains.
He let go of his hand and slapped the hilt of the sword. The Thunder Sky Sword came out of Cheng Ling's hand and flew into the air. He spun around and slashed at the back of Cheng Ling's head with his whip kick. Cheng Ling blocked it, and bang, that force was extremely powerful.
The power of the words surged out, and Cheng Ling couldn't resist it, so he flew backwards.
Hey, Han Yi quickly chased after him, attacking Cheng Ling with punches and kicks. The two were once again engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Every time they collided, the ground beneath Cheng Ling's feet would burst and the floor tiles would shatter.
In the distance, the heads and elders of the Han and Wu families were under siege. They had dragged the bronze corpse with scars and scars. Without blood to replenish it, he simply could not cope with the siege of so many spiritual master-level monks.
The bronze corpse is at the lowest level of corpse cultivation. Attacks and kills basically rely on the physical body. The spiritual power in the body is extremely weak and cannot form an effective attack. Officially knowing this, Han Yi can rest assured that they will deal with the bronze corpse. Otherwise, if the bronze corpse evolves
When it comes to the realm of iron corpses, let alone the heads and elders of the Han and Wu families, even Han Yi may not be able to offend him.
Back then in the Underworld Tomb of the Hundred Ghosts at Night, he fought against the Iron Corpse and was completely crushed. Even now that he has reached the late stage of the Ling Sect, he still feels terrible when he thinks back to the Iron Corpse.
The speed, strength, and defense of the iron corpse were much, much stronger than those of the bronze corpse.
In the battle group, the bronze corpse was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the people gathered around, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.
"Roar..." He raised his head and roared, and an extremely weak black mist emerged from the silent Dantian, flowing rapidly along one of his meridians.
"Be careful." Han Mofeng noticed something was wrong and warned. Everyone flew back without hesitation. However, some people were still a step slower.
A black mist spewed out from the bronze corpse's mouth. Han Yong's reaction was a little slow and he was enveloped by the black mist.
"Ah..." He let out a shrill scream. There was black mucus hidden in the mist. Han Yong's face was burned by the black mucus and completely ulcerated.
The black mist invaded his body, and in just one breath, Han Yong fell to the ground and lost his voice.
"Beast." Han Mofeng was furious and swung his sword fiercely, "The wind can break the killing sword."
The ten-meter-long red-green sword light burst out and landed on the bronze corpse's head, splitting it in half.
"Grandpa." Han Yin looked at Han Yong who fell to the ground, his voice trembling, tears welling up in his eyes, "Grandpa, get up quickly."