"It's already reached the limit. I can't withstand too much pressure in my current state."
Han Yi took a deep breath and maintained the seal on his hand.
"The evil spirits are back," he said.
The huge body of the Red Viper suddenly collapsed, and the black evil energy merged into his armor like a river returning to the sea. A small blue light shot into Han Yi's chest and disappeared.
The terrifying ferocious and violent aura blasted away in the square and rushed toward her face. Mei Kui felt a sense of oppression in her heart and her breathing became a little short.
When he saw the ancient rune on Han Yi's head, his eyes slowly widened, and an incredible look appeared on his face.
"Xiu Wen, you can actually condense Xi Wen." Mei Kui roared, "This is impossible, this is impossible."
"You've already seen it, so don't show a ghost expression anymore." Han Yi said calmly, with no expression on his face.
"Your Li Wen seems to be a little different from the one named Meijiu. Otherwise, even if the demon spirit is in the body, your cultivation level will definitely not reach the early stage of Lingzong. At most, it will only be half-step of Lingzong."
"You actually know about Li Wen." Mei Kui's face showed a look of shock again, but he soon recovered. Since the other party can condense Li Wen, it means that he has at least had contact with the people there, or even
The one who was chosen there.
"Yes, my Li Wen is one level higher than theirs, so I can fuse more demon spirits and improve my strength more."
He looked into Han Yi's eyes, his expression cold and indifferent.
"The fact that you can condense the death sentence means that you have been in contact with the people in that place. Everyone there deserves to die, so I will kill you no matter what today, and I can pay any price for it, even if the final result is to die together."
"Perish together." Han Yi remained expressionless, "You are not qualified."
After he said the last words, he took a step forward and waved his right hand to point at Meikui. His aura was so majestic, his eyes were stern, the white light in his pupils flashed, so hot, yet so cold.
"Divine light."
His voice was very low, but in Meikui's ears it was as loud as the roar of thunder.
Meikui was not afraid, he waved his hands fiercely and roared angrily.
"Reaper's Scythe."
In the square, a ray of white light shot out from the memorial above Han Yi's head. The light illuminated most of the sky. People walking around in the Cheng family stopped and looked in the same direction. Where the white light rose, the darkness receded, and the sky was as bright as day.
After an instant, the white light seemed to be suppressed by something, and darkness fell again. Half of the sky was black at night and half was white at day.
The condensed skeletal figure of Mei Kui waved his giant scythe and struck at the extremely powerful white light. No explosions were heard in the air, and the surrounding area became completely silent for an instant, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.
A huge pressure came at the same time. Han Yi and Mei Kui shuddered and knelt on one knee, their faces almost pale.
Both of them were locked by each other's attack and unable to move. The huge pressure even caused the spiritual power in their bodies to stop functioning. The granite ground under their feet was overwhelmed, and cracks spread from their feet.
Han Yi gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck and forehead popped. He formed a seal with his left and right hands, and ran the Luo Shen Jue crazily, stimulating the flow of spiritual power in his body. In his organs, the black spiritual power was acting under terrible pressure.
Xia Ye is almost at a standstill. Now is a good opportunity for him to refine these spiritual powers. Otherwise, once the divine light is broken, he will definitely die.
There is no doubt about the power of the divine light technique, but Han Yi has not yet been able to form thirty-six seals. If the divine light was complete, it would be enough to kill the charm-level assassin named Meikui. But now he only used two
When the divine light of the Eighteen Seals collides with the opponent's Death Scythe, both sides will suffer losses.
The spiritual power in the body began to circulate slowly under his urging. The white spiritual light rushed into the organs, wrapped up the black mist, and began to refine it.
The seal on Han Yi's hand changed, and the white light rotated and turned into a vortex. The black mist was pulled and sucked into the vortex, and then shattered under the burning of the white light, turning into dots of pure spiritual energy and white
vortex fusion.
Meikui on the other side of the square seemed to be preparing something. The hood on his head was blown off by the strong wind, revealing a young and pale face. On his forehead, Liwen squirmed with the changing seals on his hand, and the twisted words
It grew out and covered the entire face.
His eyes were even darker and deeper, like a bottomless sea. Under the sea, there was a peerless beast roaring, trying to break through the sea and dominate the world.
In the air, the white light and the Death's Scythe were in a stalemate. The white energy and the black energy eroded each other. No spiritual power was released from the collision between the two sides, they just annihilated each other.
The white light began to become fainter, and the shadow of the god of death became more and more illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time. The world was still silent, but the pressure on Han Yi and Mei Kui began to weaken. Both of them raised their heads and stared at each other, waiting for the attack to be destroyed.
Launch an offensive as fierce as thunder.
Most of the black spiritual power in Han Yi's body has been dissolved, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian is almost returning to its peak state. The spiritual power consumed by using spiritual skills and secret techniques has been replenished by the refined black spiritual power.
Whoosh, whoosh, the white light in the sky and the shadow of the god of death made the sound of breaking porcelain. Their energy has been exhausted and they can no longer support it.
Boom, the two attacks exploded at the same time. Han Yi and Mei Kui flew back in unison, and the shock wave rumbled. The rocks shattered wherever they passed, and the square became riddled with holes.
White light shot up into the sky, like a beam of sunlight that penetrated the clouds and went upstream. People from all over Tianhai City looked over at the same time, with some serious expressions on their faces, some confused, and some happy.
Boom, click, the houses around the square collapsed under the bombardment of the shock wave, wooden beams broke, green tiles were blown away, and brick walls collapsed.
Han Yi curled up and crossed his hands in front of him. The white spiritual power formed a layer of light barrier defense, and he was shot backwards by the shock wave.
On a high-rise building somewhere in the Cheng family, Cheng Ling looked pale, and Cheng Shan stood behind him, his expression inexplicable as he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Second Young Master, make your decision early. You are the Cheng family's last hope." Cheng Shan looked at Cheng Ling's back and clenched his fists in his sleeves.
Cheng Ling looked down at the square in the distance. More than a dozen houses had collapsed and turned into ruins. The square paved with granite slabs was devastated. Only a broken brick wall remained standing in the main hall behind the square.
In the ruins, a young man wearing armor stood upright. He looked at Meikui in the distance and rushed out in a flash.
"Han Yi, one day, I will make you pay the price."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
Cheng Shan glanced at the two people fighting in the ruins and turned to leave. After today, the Cheng family may be expelled from Tianhai City.
...
In a matter of seconds, Han Yi appeared in front of Meikui across hundreds of meters of space, and hit his head with a black fist.
There was an explosion in the air, and Meikui struck out with his palm and collided with Han Yi's fist, and dull sounds were heard one after another. Han Yi's fists were as dense as raindrops, and he entangled Meikui in a close fight, refusing to allow him to use his spiritual skills.
Chance.
He is very aware of his shortcomings. He has no attack skills to use, and the power of Feng Yan's killing sword can no longer satisfy his current battle. His opponents are too powerful, either half-step Lingzong, or real Lingsong, low-level
Spiritual skills are not a threat to them at all.
However, the Divine Light Technique consumes too much spiritual power, puts a huge load on the body, and cannot be used at will. If someone recognizes him and dies, it is definitely not a good thing for him. It can only become his trump card.
It cannot be used in life or death situations.
Meikui struck with palm after palm, and Han Yi's offensive was like a violent flood, or like a whirlpool in the depths of the sea, suppressing him while trying to swallow him up.
"No, using the Death Scythe consumes too much spiritual energy. This kid has the backing of body refining skills, so he can fight for a long time, and his physical strength is actually stronger than that of a Lingzong-level monk. It will be detrimental to me if he continues to fight.
"
Meikui quickly analyzed the battle situation in his mind. Compared with Han Yi, his physical body was too fragile. Without the blessing of spiritual power, his body only had a strength of more than 10,000 kilograms. He was no match for Han Yi.
"It seems we have to withdraw first, otherwise we may fall into the hands of this guy."
With a plan in mind, Meikui frantically circulated his spiritual power, thick black mist surged out of his arms, and he struck out with one palm.
Seeing this, Han Yi didn't dare to take the fight. He had already suffered a loss once before. Although the Luo Shen Jue was powerful, his cultivation level was still too low to withstand the spiritual invasion of the Ling Sect monks.
He dodged and stepped aside, and Meikui struck out with two palms one after another. Two huge black palm prints were slapped towards him, and the air roared.
Han Yi raised his sword fingers together, and his spiritual power extended along his fingers, condensing into sword light.
"Feng Yan Breaks the Killing Sword." He swung it, and the fire light shot out, struck a palm mark, and exploded.
Another palm print was still slapped towards him, Han Yi stepped forward, white light enveloped his arm, his power exploded, and he punched out.
Boom, the black giant palm exploded, stirring up dust and smoke all over the sky, and the black mist collapsed. Han Yi's eyes were dark, and Mei Kui could not be seen. He stood still, closed his eyes, and relied on his powerful hearing to
Identify the direction of attack.
There was some whistling wind in the air, leaving from near and far. Han Yi's face changed slightly. With the strength of his feet, he broke out of the smoke and dust, and his vision became clear. In the distance, Mei Kui's figure flashed, melting like the night.
inside.
"Boy, just wait for my demon sect's endless pursuit." Meikui laughed, laughing wildly.
Han Yi sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He still had too little combat experience. After the collision with Meikui, he clearly noticed that his strength had dropped a lot, but he never thought that he would escape.
"Jiufang, can you catch him?"
"Of course you can."
A figure in white clothes appeared in front of Han Yi's eyes, and a broken silver ancient mirror floated in his palm. He pointed towards Han Yi.