"Golden Spirit Art, Dragon Transformation Slash." Han Yusheng spoke calmly, holding up the Jinxia Sword with both hands, and slashed it down with one strike. His movements were so slow, as if it was extremely laborious. Every time the sword fell an inch, his face turned pale. until it finally turns completely pale with no blood.
When the Jinxia Sword shook, all the golden light came out and turned into a ten-meter-long golden dragon that rushed towards Han Yi. The terrifying power of the dragon spread across the martial arts field. The family members who were watching onlookers retreated away with horrified expressions on their faces. Open, some even hold their heads and have splitting headaches.
The faces of the elders on the high platform were full of disbelief. Han Mofeng's eyes widened with a dangerous light in his pupils. He looked at Han Yusheng like a ferocious beast that chose people to devour.
"Han Yi, get out of the way, you can't stop this." Luo You's anxious voice exploded in Han Yi's mind.
But Han Yi didn't move at all. His body was imprisoned and he couldn't move at all.
"Luo You, I can't move my body." Han Yi also shouted anxiously in his heart.
"Space locking, how is it possible that a small Han family can have such a secret skill?" Luo You's tone was full of shock. He suddenly appeared next to Han Yi and raised his hand towards the golden dragon. Hold on, the space in the distance condenses little by little.
But the dragon only paused for a moment before continuing to fly. Luo You's space condensation seemed to have no effect at all. His face was pale, and his figure became more and more unreal.
"Asshole, your soul is too weak, and the space condensation of forced movement cannot stop such a powerful secret attack."
"Roar..." A dragon roar came from behind. Luo You turned around. Han Yi's face was indifferent, his dark pupils turned into pure gold, and violent blue-purple arcs flashed on the surface of his body. .
"The power of blood." Luo You's face changed drastically, "Stop it quickly. With your current body, you simply cannot bear this kind of power."
As if Han Yi didn't hear what he said, he slowly raised his right hand. The blue-purple arcs of electricity converged on his palm. Soon, an arc of thumb-thickness appeared and danced around Han Yi's right arm. , tiny arcs of electricity hit Han Yi's body, blasting out scorched cracks.
In just a few moments, his body became riddled with holes, with dense cracks all over his body. Blood seeped out, dyeing his face and the world in front of him red.
He raised his hand and used the arc of electricity as thick as his thumb to collide with the oncoming golden dragon.
"Roar..." The angry dragon roar resounded throughout the martial arts arena. The electric arc turned into a Kui dragon and collided with the golden dragon. The sharp metallic spiritual power and the violent thunder spiritual energy on the martial arts arena interacted with each other. erosion.
The sound of spiritual power explosions continued one after another, shock waves were scattered in all directions, and the martial arts stage collapsed under the collision of two powerful forces.
Han Yusheng looked at the two colliding energies with a dull look on his face. Sometimes there was disbelief in his eyes, and sometimes there was deep-seated resentment.
How is it possible, how is it possible, this bitch, how could he do such an attack? It took me a full six years, a full six years of training, before I realized the Dragon Transformation Slash by chance, and he practiced the physical body all by himself. How can the body refiners have such a method, which can be compared with Dragon Transformation Slash? How is it possible, how is it possible?
He roared in his heart, his expression completely distorted.
At a certain moment, two energies exploded at the same time, and a terrifying shock wave swept across in an instant. Han Yusheng was blasted out of the martial arts stage before he could even react. Blood spurted out in the air, and he lost consciousness in an instant.
"Evil energy turns into soldiers, shield formation." Han Yi on the other side endured the terrible pain of body collapse, formed a seal in his hand, and slapped it with one palm.
The evil energy on the ground surged over and condensed into four shields in a very short moment. They formed a shield wall in front of Han Yi.
The shock wave swept over and hit the shields condensed with evil energy. After just a moment, those shields were completely shattered, disintegrating into evil energy and disappearing. Han Yi flew out of the martial arts stage under the bombardment of the shock wave, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood.
Han Mofeng flew out from the high platform and caught Han Yi. Han Yusheng on the other side was rescued by the second elder. The remaining three elders landed in three directions of the martial arts stage and shot at the same time. Three surging spiritual powers surged out. Go out and suppress those shock waves.
After the shock wave dissipated, the martial arts stage was revealed. The original square stone platform had completely turned into a pile of broken stones. The surrounding ground was covered with large and small potholes, which looked heart-stopping. Such power, I'm afraid only spiritual masters have it.
"Let me go." Han Yi looked at Han Mofeng and said coldly. He struggled to stand up, his face was covered with blood stains, and blood oozed from large and small cracks, dripping along his chin.
In the arms of the second elder in the distance, Han Yusheng closed his eyes and was unconscious. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale.
"Referee, it's time to announce the result." Han Yi turned his gaze and looked at an old man hiding in the distance.
The old man turned to look at Han Mofeng, who nodded.
"Han Yi wins."
"Yeah, Master Yi is so powerful."
"Look, I say Master Yi can definitely win."
When the disciples from the sidelines heard what the old man said, they cheered immediately. They rushed to Han Yi and chattered something, but Han Yi couldn't hear a word clearly. His vision was blurry, with only red and human figures flashing.
He could only force a smile and slowly fell down. A little fox jumped out from the clothes on his chest, its white fur dyed red with blood. It looked at Han Yi and squeaked. He yelled in an anxious voice.
"Master Yi, Master Yi." The disciples shouted.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Han Mofeng hugged Han Yi and swept towards the depths of the Han family's mansion.
On the other side, Han Zhu hugged Han Yusheng and turned away, heading in the opposite direction to Han Mofeng.
"Okay, the family competition is over here. Everyone should study hard and practice hard when you go back. I hope some of you can stand on the martial arts stage and show off your talents in next year's competition."
After the third elder finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned around in the direction Han Mofeng left.
It wasn't until everyone left that a figure in black walked out of the side door behind the high platform. He looked at the direction Han Mofeng was leading Han Yi away with a solemn expression. That little guy could show such strength without using spiritual power. The person behind it is really scary. He was able to manipulate him to such an extent in just three months. I hope he will not affect the plan over there.
In a courtyard in the northeast of the Han family's mansion, Han Yi was lying on a spacious mahogany bed, his eyes closed. The white robe on his body had been taken off, revealing an emaciated body covered with scars. The little fox was on the side, licking Looking at the wound on his face, he turned his head from time to time to look at the people in the room, his eyes alert.
In the room, pretty maids came and went, carrying out basins of red blood water, and then bringing basins of clean water back.
Beside the big bed, Han Mofeng took a brocade handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on Han Yi's face. After cleaning it, he took out a bottle of ointment from the tray held by the maid and carefully applied it on the small wounds.
He finished treating the wounds on Han Yi's face and prepared to treat the body that had been cleaned by the maids.
"Yeah." Han Mofeng's hand applying the ointment paused in the air, his eyes fell on Han Yi's body, and he was a little surprised.
Those small wounds have begun to heal, and the new flesh and blood are pulling the rolled flesh to close at an alarming speed.
"Such a strong self-healing ability. What kind of body-refining technique is Yi'er practicing? It's so terrifying."
Han Mofeng frowned.
"There are also those thunders coming out of his body. In addition to spiritual cultivators, body refiners can also control the power of attributes? This matter has never been mentioned in the classics of the Han family library."
He put his hand on Han Yi's chest, and a trace of spiritual power flowed out from his fingers and was injected into his body. But when the spiritual power entered Han Yi's body, it was like pulling some wire, a terrifying
The power of thunder surged out.
Han Mofeng secretly thought something was wrong and flew back more than ten meters away. Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and passed out again. The healed wounds on his body burst open again, and blood spattered out, staining most of the bed red.
noodle.
"Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi." The little fox was also frightened, and ran away and wandered far away, not daring to get close or far away. A hint of surprise flashed in its smart eyes, and then it became a bit strange.
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"What's going on? How could this happen?" Han Mofeng's face changed drastically. He ran to Han Yi and gently touched his forehead. He didn't even dare to use any force with his fingers. Seeing Han Mofeng's actions, the little fox swooped over and bit him.
His hand seemed to be trying to stop his movement.
It bit Han Mofeng's hand hard, its sharp teeth embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed down Han Mofeng's fingers. But Han Mofeng didn't seem to feel anything, and just looked at Han Yi's face, his eyes so sad.
The little fox let go, jumped to Han Yi's head, and continued to lick the wounds on his face.
"Third Elder." The maids outside the room called.
"Master, how are you doing with Master Yi?" Han Yu walked in and asked. When he saw Han Yi's appearance, his expression also changed.
"I...I don't know." Han Mofeng's voice was trembling as he spoke, but he didn't seem to notice it. "There is a terrifying power of thunder and lightning hidden in Yi'er's body, which cannot be driven away with spiritual power.
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"My father is really useless. This time, I couldn't save him."
He fell down on the bed, his face pale.
Within Han Yi's sea of consciousness, Luo You walked around anxiously, quickly searching in his mind for ways to save Han Yi, but he couldn't do any of those methods now.
His soul is too weak now. He can't even stop the secret skills performed by a spiritual disciple monk. How can he possibly expel those thunders generated by the power of Kui Long's blood?
"What should we do? What should we do? If this continues, this kid's body will completely collapse. The repair power of Kui Long Jue will not last long."
Just as Luo You was anxiously walking back and forth, the incomplete ancient mirror suspended above his head flickered, and a white light shot out from the mirror, passing through Han Yi's sea of consciousness and injecting into his body.