Huh, there was a sharp sound in the air beside him, and a white shadow flew towards him. The old man twisted his body and blocked with his right hand. Han Yi's whip leg hit the old man's forearm, and the terrible force shot out backwards with the old man's body.
This power was actually stronger than before. The old man calmed down the surging energy and blood in his body, and his face became more solemn. Such spiritual strength was rare for a middle-stage spiritual master who cultivated both spirit and body.
Muttering in his heart, he speeded up the operation of his spiritual power, and a faint amber light emerged between his fingers, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.
"You're finally getting serious." Han Yi clenched his fists, making cracks in his joints.
"Since you're looking for death, then I'll send you to hell." The old man shouted lowly and dodged out. The speed was so incredible that the onlookers couldn't even see his figure. They just vaguely felt that there was a blur in front of them.
The shadow flashed away.
Everyone was shocked. With such a speed, if they were to fight against them, they would not even be able to draw their swords before they would be choked by others. This shows how powerful Banbu Lingzong is.
Han Yi also ducked out and blasted out his fist with terrifying force. The air was extremely compressed, creating a sharp sonic boom.
In the forest, two figures, one large and one small, flashed and exchanged fists. Their fists and palms collided. The amber aura flashed out, and bursts of dull bombardment sounded. Han Yi moved lightly, and every time he collided with the old man, the ground beneath his feet
They will burst directly.
The old man's figure was agile, like a dragon, and he waved his palms with ferocious aura. The dead leaves on the ground rose high as the old man's figure flashed, and violent waves of air filled the air.
"So powerful." Han Yi was secretly shocked. This old man seemed to be as powerful as the assassin in black.
He pushed the fleeting shadows to the extreme, and the shadows in the forest were shattered under the old man's palm. His small fist hit the old man's wrinkled palm, and a sonic boom erupted in the air, and the energy shot out and landed on
The trunks of those huge trees had holes pierced through the hard bark, and sawdust was flying.
After another collision, the old man's figure shot back, his hands making empty strokes in the air, and surging spiritual power surged out and gathered in the palms of his fingers.
"Tiger Roaring Palm."
He shouted loudly and exerted force on his feet, causing the ground to burst and dust to fly.
"The tiger is coming down the mountain." The old man struck out with a palm, and a tiger shadow appeared behind him in a trance, and a half-meter-sized solid palm print exploded towards Han Yi, with an overwhelming momentum.
Han Yi had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and pulled out the Fire Flame Sword on his back. The flames burst out, the Wind Flame Jue began to operate, and red-green spiritual power surged out from the spiritual energy in his Dantian and poured into the long sword.
The Feng Yan Breaking Killing Sword condensed, the lava-like sword light was restrained, but the aura was as strong as a volcano about to explode.
He stepped forward and slashed, the air vibrated slightly, and there was a sound like the tearing of cloth. An eight-meter-long red sword light shot out, and the dead leaves flying in the air were ignited one after another, and the sparks flashed out overwhelmingly.
Boom, the sword light and the palm print collided in the air. After a brief silence, a deafening explosion rose into the sky and resounded through the sky.
The sword light and the palm prints were in a stalemate in the air, and the two powerful spiritual powers kept colliding, and the scattered spiritual powers shot out in all directions. Wherever they passed, there was a mess. The ground burst, dust flew, and huge trees were pierced.
, leaving scorched black marks, the piled dead leaves were ignited, and the flames spread quickly.
After a few blinks of an eye, the stalemate sword light and palm prints in the air exploded at the same time, the impact spread with rumbles, air waves swept past, wiped out the flames ignited by the dead leaves, and sparks fell one after another.
The crowd of onlookers retreated again, looking horrified. Such a collision of spiritual powers was too terrifying. Even if they were all powerful spiritual masters, they did not dare to be affected, otherwise they would still be in danger of being seriously injured.
"Who is that kid? Even if he is physically strong, he still has such terrifying spiritual power." Xu Lingfei secretly guessed, "Maybe he has provoked the pervert in that place."
Seeing that the blow was ineffective, the old man stepped forward and struck out with both hands at the same time, his spiritual power surged.
"Two tigers fighting a lion."
Two tiger shadows pounced out from behind the old man, jumped into the air, and wheezed, a one-meter-sized palm print roared out. The two tiger shadows were swallowed up by the palm prints, and an invisible majesty rushed towards them. The sound of tiger roars echoed in the forest.
echoed in.
Han Yi's expressionless face gradually showed some seriousness. He held the sword with both hands, and his spiritual power was injected into the sword body along his arms, and the sword light condensed.
At the same time, an astonishing evil spirit broke through his body and rose into the sky, forming an evil cloud in the forest. The terrible evil momentum instantly disintegrated the majesty that came towards his face. The old man looked at those evil clouds, and his face changed in shock.
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The muscles on Han Yi's body bulged high, and the Kui dragon pattern lit up with a layer of blood. A force surged into his limbs and bones again. He stepped forward, raised his sword to slash, and the flaming arc drew a dazzling arc.
semicircle.
The fire sword slashed on the amber palm print, and the fire exploded, piercing people's eyes. The ferocious spiritual power impacted Han Yi's body. The palm print was as heavy as a mountain, and as hard as a city wall touching the sky.
, cannot be cut open.
Huge pressure acted on every inch of his body, and the turbulent amber spiritual power broke Han Yi's spiritual defense and bombarded his arms, chest and face, causing severe stinging pain.
A crack appeared on the Feng Yan Po Killing Sword condensed on the Fire Flame Sword, as if it was overwhelmed. Although his spiritual power was surging and solid, it was not inferior to that of the late spiritual master monks, but compared with the Half-step Spirit Sect, it was still there
With a huge gap, to be able to fight to such an extent, his strength is already much better than that of the late spiritual master monks.
"Break it for me." Han Yi roared, veins popped up on his face, Feng Yan Po Killing Sword shattered suddenly, and the palm print was shot backwards against Han Yi, hitting a big tree, which was immediately broken in half.
After breaking five big trees in a row, the palm print slowly dissipated. The three men in black looked at the messy battlefield in the forest, their faces full of fear. If the old man had taken action against them just now, they might have been killed by now.
A corpse.
The broken trees staggered and fell to the ground, leaves falling in the air, and Han Yi could not be seen on the ground.
"Humph, even if you are from that place, you are still going to die." Xu Lingfei snorted coldly in his heart, with a hint of joy on his face, but suddenly the smile on his face slowly solidified.
A big tree in the distance moved, and the branches cracked. The big tree was lifted up little by little, revealing the figure below.
Han Yi held up the big tree with one hand and threw it aside. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the old man with completely cold eyes.
"Half-step Lingzong is indeed powerful enough." He put the Fire Flame Sword back into the scabbard on his back, joined his hands together, and began to form seals. The changes of each finger were so slow, as if there was some huge power.
Impeding his movement, "You want to kill me, that's fine, then come and take my life."
As Han Yi's Seal Technique changed, the Luoshen Technique moved quietly, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian released a burst of intense white light. The white spiritual power poured into his meridians and eventually flowed to his fingers.
Dozens of white light threads rose up from his palms, gathered on top of his head, and intertwined to form a twisted and incomplete ancient text. The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth was attracted and gathered towards the ancient text, and the white light emitted from the ancient text became more and more intense.
The grandeur looks like an extremely dazzling star, and the grand and ancient majesty descends.
The moment the ancient text appeared, the evil cloud above Han Yi's head completely dissipated, and white light rose into the sky, illuminating a space of hundreds of meters in the forest.
The old man sensed the terrifying power of Han Yi's spiritual skills, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape. If he escaped, those Xu family spiritual masters would be dead. He didn't care about the others.
But he couldn't care less about Ling Fei.
He is one of the most beloved grandchildren of the family owner. If he dies, I am afraid that I will not be able to survive.
"Bastard." The old man's face was ferocious, and amber spiritual light rose up from his body again. Powerful spiritual power gathered in both palms. His palms drew a circle in the air, then he closed them and struck out at the same time.
"The tiger roars and the dragon roars."
"roar......"
"roar......"
A roar of dragons and tigers suddenly sounded in the forest, a two-meter-sized amber palm print shot out, and a violent sonic boom erupted in the air.
The palm print came to Han Yi's eyes in the blink of an eye, but Han Yi seemed to have not seen it at all. He was focusing on his own seal formation. The ancient text became more complete, and the spiritual pressure of heaven and earth coming from all around became more and more terrifying.
Finally, Han Yi stopped. His face was covered with sweat and his muscles were trembling, as if he had reached his limit.
"Twenty-three seals, this is my current limit." Han Yi murmured, pointing forward with one hand, "Divine Light."
The ancient text above the head trembled, and the spiritual pressure of the surrounding world suddenly disappeared. A white light shot out from the ancient text, and instantly collided with the huge palm print.
Boom, the palm print and the white light were in a stalemate for only an instant before they exploded and turned into light spots all over the sky and disappeared. The white light continued to move forward, shooting towards the old man.
A great sense of crisis exploded in the old man's head. The breath of death enveloped him in an instant, and fear rose uncontrollably. He wanted to dodge, but his body could not move at all. When the white light shot out, it shot out in all directions.
A terrible pressure suddenly surged into the space, completely confining him.
No, no, no, the old man roared in his heart, the spiritual power in his body was running wildly, he wanted to break free, but all his efforts were of no avail.
He watched helplessly as the white light hit his body, and watched as his body melted bit by bit under the white light and turned into nothingness.
The people in green robes in the distance watched the old man disappear, their faces turned ashen. Xu Lingfei couldn't help but be frightened. He looked at Han Yi, his voice trembling.
"You...you killed him? You actually killed him. You are finished. You killed the third elder of my Xu family. Even if you are a disciple of Lingfu, my grandfather will make you pay the price.
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"Oh, your grandpa, is he very strong?" Han Yi turned to look at Xu Lingfei, with a look on his face that seemed a little apprehensive.