"Hmph, you're looking for death." The big man sneered, but after a moment his smile completely froze. He clearly saw Han Yi being split in half, but why did he hear his voice again.
"Where are the others in your caravan? Were they killed by these bandits?" Han Yi helped Yunlong up and asked calmly.
"I...I don't know." Yunlong looked at Han Yi with a look of disbelief on her face. She had just seen Han Yi being split in half by the big man, but he was completely fine.
The big man turned back to look at Han Yi, who had been split in half by him. He was talking to Yun Long calmly.
"Boy, who are you? How dare you play tricks on your grandfather and me." The big man shouted angrily.
Han Yi ignored the big man and continued talking to Yunlong.
"So you encountered bandits on the way, and now you are the only one who has escaped."
"Yeah." Yunlong nodded.
Han Yi lowered his head and thought, then asked again after a moment.
"Then do you know how many of them there are? What are their cultivation levels?"
"There are only about thirty people, and most of them are spiritual disciples. He is the only one who has cultivated as a spiritual master."
"oh."
"Hey kid, grandpa is talking to you." The big man stared at Han Yi's back and did not rush in. The scene just now told him that Han Yi was not simple.
Han Yi turned around and looked at the big man, his face still expressionless.
"She once showed me the way, so you can't kill her." It was just a faint word, but it sounded to the big man's ears like an order that he couldn't disobey.
"Haha, what a joke, grandpa, it's not your turn to take care of who I want to kill or not." The big man sneered.
"I will only say this once. If you want to take action, you must think about the consequences." Han Yi looked at the big man, looking harmless to humans and animals.
"Huh, since you want to meddle in other people's business, I'll send you both to hell."
The big man stepped forward, and in an instant he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Han Yi, slashing him with his sword.
Han Yi tilted his head and punched out with an expressionless expression, hitting the blade from the side. With a click, the long knife in the big man's hand suddenly broke, and half of the blade flew out and embedded itself in the trunk of a tree dozens of meters away.
inside.
Han Yi stepped forward and stamped his palm on the big man's chest, exploding with huge power.
"puff."
The big man was shot backwards uncontrollably, and blood spurted out in the air. He struggled to get up in the distance, looking at Han Yi from a distance, with fear on his face.
"With your strength...how is this possible?"
"Although I am not yet sixteen years old, my cultivation is not weak."
As Han Yi spoke, his body suddenly disappeared in the distance. The big man's vision blurred, and Han Yi's figure appeared in front of him.
"Take me to the place where you ambush that caravan."
He reached out to grab the big man's shoulder. The big man's face darkened, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out. He slapped the ground and rose up from the ground, hitting Han Yi's head with a palm.
Han Yi frowned, and his figure suddenly disappeared in front of the big man. A huge sense of crisis arose in the big man's mind, and before he could make any move, a huge force suddenly surged from behind, and that terrifying force flew out with his body.
.
"Puff puff puff."
He fell to the ground and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
Han Yi chased after him and stepped on his face, looking down from a high position with indifferent eyes.
"What I hate most are bandits and robbers. I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."
"No, don't kill me." Han Yi's indifferent tone made the big man panic immediately, "I'll take you there now."
"You only have one chance, if you miss it, you won't get it again."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he put his foot down and the big man's head exploded, with red and white objects flying everywhere. He was also a middle-level spiritual master, but the big man was powerless to fight back under Han Yi.
He wouldn't have died so miserably, but what he did to Yunlong reminded Han Yi of Xia Youran. Thinking of the night he was on Earth, he and Xia Youran huddled together and shivered, and thought of those gangsters.
Ugly face.
He was so scared at that time, and the feeling of powerlessness spread in his body. He hated that feeling, which always made people feel like an ant, humble and weak.
After killing the big man, Han Yi walked back to Yunlong and grabbed her shoulders.
"You come and show the way, and we will rescue your companions."
"well."
Oh, Han Yi and Yun Long were galloping on the official road, and their figures disappeared.
On the other side of the battlefield, Yang Xiu kept swinging his sword, and his speed slowed down little by little. His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and the power was quickly leaving his body.
The man in black robe seemed to have noticed his change, and a smile appeared on his face.
The caravan guards who were besieged by bandits suffered heavy casualties, and there were now less than five people left in the team of more than a dozen people.
"Your spiritual power is about to be exhausted. I advise you to give up your struggle. Maybe I can leave you intact." The man in black robe said with a sneer.
"Hmph, even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me." Yang Xiu mobilized his spiritual power again, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was completely sublimated, turning into blue light flowing out along his meridians and injected into the sword body.
"Polang, go to hell."
Yang Xiu took a big step, his speed increased to the extreme, and he was instantly in front of the man in black robe, stabbing his throat with a sword.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." A green aura lit up on the man in black robes, his speed suddenly increased, and he suddenly disappeared in front of Yang Xiu.
A terrible strong wind surged behind him, and Yang Xiu was shocked. The man in black robe slapped him on the back, and he flew out uncontrollably.
"puff."
"How could your speed be so fast? You just clearly..." Yang Xiu looked at the man in black robe with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Idiot." The man in black robe looked at him and sneered, "I practice wind-attributed spiritual techniques, and speed is my strength. Besides, my cultivation level is in the late stage of spiritual master, which is much better than yours. What do you think?
Compare yourself to me and don’t overestimate your abilities.”
"I was just playing with you just now. Do you really think you can compete with a late-stage spiritual master monk for so long?"
"You..." Yang Xiu looked at the man in black robe and spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Okay, my second brother will be back soon, you can go on your way."
The man in black robe moved his feet and appeared in front of Yang Xiu. He struck down with a palm, and the green aura continued to flow between his fingers.
Yang Xiu looked at the fallen palm of the man in black robe and felt that his whole body was enveloped by the breath of death, and countless scenes from the past emerged in his mind.
Boom, the dull crashing sound instantly woke him up from his memories. Yang Xiu's eyes flashed, and the figure of a young man appeared. Next to that young man stood Yun Long, who should have fled far away.
The figure of the man in black robe who wanted to kill him shot backwards dozens of meters away, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step he took.
"Yang Xiu, how are you?" Yunlong squatted down and held Yang Xiu's shoulders.
"Miss Yunlong, I'm fine." Yang Xiu said with a smile. He looked at Han Yi's back and asked, "Who is this young hero?"
"He asked me for directions at noon today. If it hadn't been for him just now, I would have been killed by the guy who was chasing me," Yunlong said.
"He saved you, but he looks less than sixteen years old. How can he be the opponent of a mid-level spiritual master monk?" Yang Xiu was a little doubtful.
Han Yi also heard Yang Xiu's words, but he ignored them. He looked at the man in black robe in the distance with an expressionless face.
"Boy, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." The man in black robe said with an ugly look on his face.
His palm just now used nearly 30% of his spiritual power, but it was blocked so easily by Han Yi, which shows that Han Yi is very powerful.
"Sorry, I've already taken care of it, so I have to take care of it to the end."
"Did you save this woman?"
"good."
"Where is my second brother?"
"Are you talking about the man with the scar on his face? He is already dead. I killed him."
"Kill him." The eyes of the man in black robe suddenly burst out with a menacing and fierce light, like a terrifying beast, "You dare to kill him, I want your life."
The man in black robe drew his bow, and the arrows of spiritual power instantly condensed, and the green light flashed through the air, piercing Han Yi's throat.
Phew, Han Yi drew his sword, and fire burst out in the air. The Fire Sword pulled out a piece of light and shadow, cutting the incoming spiritual arrow in half.
But the next moment, dozens of spiritual arrows were shot out, forming a shower of arrows.
Han Yi's body swayed. He took a step and transformed into two figures flying past. Two fire swords danced in the air, and the twisted red arcs were like wild dragons.
One after another spiritual arrows exploded, and green spiritual light scattered like fireflies all over the sky.
When the man in black robe saw Han Yi split into two people, his expression changed drastically. The two people were exactly the same and could not be distinguished.
He flew back and kept firing his bow, not daring to stop at all.
Han Yi's speed was astonishing, almost invisible to the naked eye. He passed through the shower of arrows, appeared in front of the man in black robe, and slashed him with his sword.
The man in black robe had a serious expression on his face. He flew back while drawing his bow and firing an arrow. The spiritual arrow pierced Han Yi's throat, and it was so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge, and Han Yi did not intend to dodge.
He circulated the spiritual arts, spiritual power surged in his meridians, and white light rose up in his body. He swung his sword and chopped away the incoming arrows.
Boom, the spiritual arrows exploded and disappeared.
Boom boom......
Boom boom boom...
Han Yi kept swinging his sword, and the fire flashed in the air. His speed was terrifyingly fast, like lightning.
Two figures approached the man in black robes at the same time. He opened his bow left and right, and shot spiritual arrows at the two targets.
But a moment later, Han Yi suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. The feeling of extreme danger exploded in his mind, and the man in black robe's expression changed drastically.
He turned back to block with his long bow, and the fire sword struck the bow arm, bursting out a string of sparks, and the man in black robe was shot backwards under the huge bombardment.
Another Han Yi approached him from behind and stabbed him in the back of the neck.
"Asshole." The man in black robe shouted angrily, and the terrifying spiritual power in his body was completely released, and blue light enveloped his body.
He waved the long bow in his hand, then clasped his hands together, and the spiritual power gathered between his palms, forming a ball of light, which was dazzling.