Han Yi walked through the alley, his phantom flickered, and he crossed a distance of tens of meters in one step. The black shadow followed him closely, neither approaching nor far away, but the long sword in his hand kept moving.
Swing out a terrifying sword light.
Whoosh, Han Yi flew left and right, twisted his body to dodge, and jumped forward. His spiritual power surged into the Fire Flame Sword, and the wind flames broke through the killing sword and condensed its sword light.
He turned around and slashed, and a six-meter-long red sword light shot out, arriving in front of the black shadow in an instant.
The black shadow did not dodge or dodge, its feet accelerated, and the sword in its hand slashed at will. The black spiritual power pulled out a dark sword curtain, like the bloody mouth of a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, swallowing up the Feng Yan Po Killing Sword.
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The power of those blazing fire spirits was swallowed up by the pitch-black sword curtain before they could even show their might.
Han Yi was shocked again. Is this the strength of the Lingzong level? The Feng Yan Breaking Killing Sword he used with all his strength could be broken so easily. It was a perfect level spiritual skill, but to Heiying, it seemed like
It's insignificant dust.
"The city gate is ahead." Luo You said.
"You want me to leave the city?"
"Well, let's go to the Monster Mountain Range. I'll have a way to deal with him when we get there."
"But there are still more than two hundred miles away from here to the Monster Mountain Range. It will take more than half an hour for me to travel with all my strength. Will he give me this time? Besides, my spiritual power is almost exhausted."
"If he doesn't give you time, you have to fight for it on your own. When your spiritual power is exhausted, use Kuilong Jue to rush on. You must find a way to use everything that can be used. In the Xuanling world, survival is like this. You may meet at any time.
In a desperate situation, if you don't fight hard, you won't be able to survive."
Han Yi's face was gloomy, and he made a seal with his left hand. The Kui dragon pattern on his chest gushed out with a huge force. His body was covered with a layer of dark iron light, making him look like a cast-iron statue.
He stamped his foot, and his speed suddenly increased. He rushed out of the alley and landed on a wide street that was more than 20 meters away. Not far away, the black iron city gate more than 30 meters high was completely opened, and there were more than ten armored men on each side.
Sergeant on guard.
Han Yi didn't dare to stop. The moment he landed, he flew out with all his strength, leaving shadows behind him that dissipated.
"Who is it?" The guarding sergeants shouted angrily when they saw Han Yi's figure, but as soon as their voices fell, Han Yi had already passed through the crowd's defense and entered the long doorway.
"If you dare to break into the city gate without permission, you are seeking death."
Under the doorway, a figure suddenly appeared from an invisible shadow, and a broad-backed long knife slashed at him.
Han Yi's heart trembled, he jumped up, pierced the blade with the Fire Flame Sword, used his strength to escape, and swept out of the city gate.
"What a quick response." The man exclaimed in shock.
Whoa, there was another sound of someone flying past behind him, and he turned around and glared angrily.
"Damn it, why is there another one? I must stop you this time." He activated his spiritual power, and the long knife was covered in earth-yellow light, solid and pure, giving people a heavy and fierce feeling.
"Crack mountains and crack rocks."
He shouted loudly, and swung his sword out the moment the black shadow came closer, and the six-meter-long sword slashed towards the black shadow's body.
But the black figure flashed slightly and then disappeared. The sword light fell into the air, flew dozens of meters and then exploded.
The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses and rushed out of the city gate. He saw the black shadow chasing Han Yi and disappearing into the night in the distance.
"Male Gobi, why did two masters of the spiritual master level come to break into the city gate today?" The man patted his bald head and frowned, "Is there something going on in Tianhai City?"
"General Liu." Four sergeants chased out from behind the city gate.
"Xiao Zhao, you should go to the City Lord's Mansion immediately and report this matter to the City Lord. At that moment, two masters who were suspected to be spiritual masters broke out of the city gate and headed towards the Monster Mountain Range. It seems that
One person is running for his life, and the other is chasing him."
"Yes." A sergeant received the order and immediately turned around and rushed towards the city lord's palace.
On the other side, the four elders of the Han family and Han Mofeng all appeared in the small courtyard where Han Yi lived.
The third elder looked at the house that had been turned into ruins with a solemn expression.
"There is still a strong spiritual power in the air, which seems to be the spiritual power of dark, wind and fire attributes."
"And those who can cause such powerful damage must be at least masters above the spiritual master level." The fourth elder said.
The great elder's face was solemn and he frowned unconsciously.
"Why do I feel that this spiritual power of wind and fire attributes seems to be the same as my Han family's Feng Yan Jue."
As he spoke, he glanced at Han Mofeng. But Han Mofeng's face was expressionless, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Third Elder, pass the order to strengthen the security of the outer palace. Fourth Elder, ask the family guards to clean up the ruins. I want to know whether Han Yi is alive or dead. During the cleaning period, this is the restricted area of the outer palace and no one is allowed to enter."
"Yes, head of the family." The third elder and the fourth elder responded at the same time.
After Han Mofeng finished speaking, he turned around and left. However, it seemed that there was a terrifying murderous aura in his back, which was frightening.
In a corner in the distance, a little white fox looked at the ruins, with a thoughtful look in its eyes. It sniffed the air, turned around and swooped in a certain direction.
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"I've been running with you for so long, the game should be over." Behind Han Yi, there was a sound of black shadows like iron scraping, and then a powerful wave of spiritual power spread out.
"Not good." Han Yi felt nervous, stopped in the distance, turned around and looked at the black shadow.
The black shadow sword was raised high, and the rich black spiritual power rose along the sword body, condensing an illusory shadow above his head.
The shadow was wearing a long cloak and looked ragged, holding a huge black scythe in his bone-white hands. He raised his head and revealed his face under the cloak, but there was only a skeleton of white bones, with bottomless black eye holes.
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"The supporting secret skills of the Demon Spirit Art." Luo You gritted his teeth and said word by word, "The god of death, the sickle."
"Han Yi, activate the power of Kui Long's essence and blood quickly and use the divine light technique." His tone was urgent, "Otherwise you will definitely die."
Han Yi inserted the Fire Flame Sword in his hand into the soil and roared, the Kui dragon pattern on his chest crawled into his chest, his heart beat harder, and the red-gold blood exuded a hot and fiery breath.
The blue-purple thunder patterns engraved on the blood vessel walls shine brightly.
"Roar..." He roared again, his voice mixed with a long and ancient dragon's roar, and streaks of blue-purple lightning danced on his body.
At the same time, a strong evil spirit rose into the sky. Han Yi made a seal with one hand. The evil energy retracted at the same time, quickly carving twisted Kui thunder patterns on his body. An invisible force from the bloodline will
His physical body was strengthened again.
His strength skyrocketed, his defense doubled, his self-healing ability once again exceeded the limit, his five senses and six consciousnesses were once again sublimated, and everything within a few kilometers around him seemed to be under his control, leaving nothing behind.
After doing this, he clasped his hands together, and white spiritual power surged out from the spiritual essence, wrapping his hands.
One by one, ancient seals emerged between his fingers. Each change of seals was extremely difficult. It seemed that there was some mysterious force preventing Han Yi from forming the seals.
The white spiritual power turned into dozens of light threads and flowed out. They intertwined on Han Yi's head and slowly condensed into a incomplete and twisted ancient rune.
Buzz, huge waves spread out from the incomplete rune, and the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth suddenly descended. Han Yi's body sank, and his muscles tensed.
The black figure opposite saw the rune on Han Yi's head, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. His voice was hoarse and sharp, filled with great anger and fear.
"Death...death." He said, his eyes widened suddenly, his face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, "You deserve to die."
"The Scythe of Death, kills."
The black shadow slashed down with a sword, and the phantom stepped in the air and appeared in front of Han Yi in an instant, and the dark giant scythe fell leisurely.
"Ah..." Han Yi roared, and the movements of his hands suddenly accelerated, and seals appeared one by one, but his hands burst into cracks and blood spattered.
As he formed the seals, the invisible obstructing force grew stronger, and the flesh and blood on his hands began to tear and peel off, like dry tree bark.
Terrible pain was raging in his mind. Han Yi's eyes were red, blood seeped between his teeth, and his face was completely distorted.
The spiritual pressure of heaven and earth coming from all around became more and more huge, and his feet had sunk deeply into the ground, almost half a foot.
He counted silently in his mind that the complete Divine Light Technique required thirty-six seals, but he was already too late. The huge black scythe was about to fall on his neck, and a terrifying chill hit his face, making people feel uncomfortable.
despair.
"Damn it, let's fight."
Han Yi roared, the movements in his hand stopped completely, and his index finger suddenly pointed out with a decisive momentum. The incomplete memorial text glowed with light, the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth disappeared, and all the spiritual power was poured into the memorial text. In an instant, an extremely powerful
The dazzling white light shot out along Han Yi's pointing finger, as if falling from the sky, and hit the phantom that was very close at hand.
The air waves dispersed, and Han Yi's body was shot out uncontrollably and fell into a bush, unable to move.
His body is close to collapse. Dozens of blood stains appear under the green-gold robe. If you take off his clothes, you can see his devastated body. The thirty-two seals of heaven and earth spiritual pressure, even if he is running
Kui Long Jue also stimulated the power of the bloodline, which was also unbearable.
The huge pressure has torn his body apart. Perhaps with one more seal, all the bones in his body will be shattered. Because with each seal formed, the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth will increase several times.
When the time comes, he will die under the bombardment of that spiritual pressure before others can kill him.
The majestic majesty diffused from the white aura, occupying the illuminated spaces. The black shadow in the distance had a heavy body, almost unable to withstand the terrible pressure. He knelt on one knee, and the blood was flowing through his body.
The black spiritual power became extremely slow, and the pale face under the hood turned completely red due to excessive exertion.