Every time he appeared, he would launch a thunderous offensive, trying to cause fatal damage to the figure, but the figure easily blocked his attack every time.
The figure seems to have been observing Han Yi's magical power of moving the universe, his gray-white eyes staring closely at the five-color halo that sometimes appears and sometimes disappears in the sky.
Buzz, a five-color light wheel appeared in the sky above his head, and Han Yi appeared again. Beside him, eighteen demon bone spirit swords had gathered together at some point, and they were echoing each other and emitting fierce sword sounds.
"Sword Controlling Technique, Ten Thousand Sword Techniques, Tiangang Sword Formation."
The sword seal was struck, and the eighteen demon bone spiritual swords split into sword light that filled the sky, shooting down, arranged in some mysterious pattern, and surrounding the human figure.
"Sword array?"
The figure looked at the layers of golden sword light around him, sizing it up with interest.
"Kill the devil."
Han Yi pressed down his big hand, and the sword array started to move suddenly. The sword light attacked the figure from all directions. The sharp force it carried could even tear apart the space.
Phew, the dozens of tentacles behind the figure all retracted, forming a spherical defense. The sword light struck the surface of those tentacles, and there was a sound of metal collision.
Dang dang dang - sparks flew everywhere, and the sword light was unable to do anything to those tentacles. Seeing this scene, Han Yi's face sank, and he formed a seal and struck out.
"The sword spirit appears."
Among the six centers of the sword array, the eighteen demon bone spirit swords shook, and the spirit of the weapon manifested, and silver pythons came out one after another, screaming angrily.
With their appearance, the sword formation's operation instantly accelerated several times, and slowly shrank. A silver thread of light appeared between each lightsaber and the demon bone spirit sword, sometimes disappearing.
The figure watched the changes in the sword formation, and every time the silver threads connected to the lightsaber emerged, he felt a palpitation in his heart.
"No need to waste time, let me see the strongest blow of your sword formation."
The figure suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Yi high in the sky. His gray-white eyes were cold and emotionless.
The tentacles that had been protecting him counterattacked instantly, like a swarm of demons dancing around. The hundreds of lightsabers that came flying were all repelled. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of each lightsaber. But the silver that was connected to them
With a flash of light, the lightsaber returned to its original state.
"As you wish."
Han Yi also knew that if the stalemate continued like this, the sword formation would not pose any substantial threat to the figure.
"Silver Sword Net, now."
He shouted coldly, pointed with his big hand, and the eighteen demon bone spirit swords vibrated and made a sword-sounding sound, as if he was too excited to suppress it.
In the center of the entire sword formation, streaks of silver light appeared. The silver threads were based on the eighteen demon bone spirit swords and were connected to each lightsaber. I don’t know when, the lightsaber actually struck when attacking.
After completing the exchange of positions, those silver light threads formed a huge sword net, trapping the figure in it.
"Huh." The figure did not hide his surprise. When did these silver light strands form the sword net, he was not aware of it at all.
He raised his hand and sent out a translucent light blade, slashing at the silver light filaments. With a hiss, it was not the silver light filaments that broke, but the translucent light blade was cut into pieces by the silver light filaments.
"It's interesting."
The figure waved its sharp claws, and dozens of purple-black tentacles behind him danced out wildly, banging and banging on the silver light thread, trying to tear the silver sword net apart. However, those tentacles hit the silver light thread,
Sparks sputtered, and the silver light filament showed no change at all, not even the slightest deformation or vibration.
The silver sword net began to shrink slowly, and no matter how those purple-black tentacles attacked, they could not stop it even one bit.
Seeing this scene, the figure's eyes fluctuated. He clenched his sharp claws, suddenly stretched out to both sides, and merged into the tentacles. The dozens of tentacles intertwined with each other and turned into two big hands, banging against the silver sword.
On the net, the figure actually wanted to use his own strength to withstand the silver sword net.
This should have been an act of overestimation. Even Han Yi himself did not dare to say that he could withstand the silver sword net with his physical strength. But the figure actually did it. Under the big hands transformed from two tentacles,
The contraction of the silver sword net stopped suddenly.
"Hiss, hiss—"
The silver-threaded python sword spirit roared angrily, and an ancient sword mark appeared on the surface of each demon bone spirit sword. The sword body shook wildly, and there seemed to be molten gold flowing in the marks, and waves of violent rage
The ultimate power erupts along the silver light filament.
Tsk, the silver sword net shrank violently, the two big hands were cut directly by the silver light thread, and all ten fingers were broken. A burst of black smoke came out from the broken place, and the big hands suddenly retracted back to the figure, twisting in pain, the wound
He recovered quickly and was completely healed in just half a breath.
"Not a bad idea." The figure retracted his hand and looked up at Han Yi, "If you used this sword formation to trap me and turned around to escape, you might still be able to save a life."
"You talk a lot of nonsense. If you have the ability, just break my sword formation first."
"Hahaha, haven't you noticed that I have never used a weapon since the battle?"
The eerie laughter of the figure came from the thick fog. He raised his hand and held it in the air, and a broken bone knife emerged. The bone knife looked natural, as if it was polished from a whole piece of bone. The blade was densely covered with
There were fine cracks, and a piece of the blade was missing in the middle of the blade. The cracks in the gap almost caused the entire bone knife to break.
Seeing the bone knife, Han Yi was slightly startled. What use could such an almost scrapped bone knife have? Could it be that he planned to use this knife to break his own sword formation?
Facts have proved that this is what the figure planned. After he took out the bone knife, his eyes became extremely solemn.
He opened his mouth and spit out a thick, dark purple blood essence that fell on the bone knife. Soon all the blood essence was absorbed by the bone knife. At the same time, the purple-black mist that enveloped the figure also moved towards the bone knife.
surge away.
As the bone knife swallowed up the thick purple-black fog, the figure's appearance was gradually revealed. The moment he saw his face clearly, Han Yi's pupils shrank suddenly and he exclaimed.
"It's you."
"Hahaha, yes, it's me, Brother Han. Your strength is really beyond my expectation."
The person under the thick purple-black fog was the supreme strongman, Mu Qianqiu, who had traded with Han Yi many times, participated in auctions with him, and betrayed the human race on Yulong Bridge.
At this moment, his appearance changed drastically. Half of his face was covered with purple scales, and his eyes were gray and cold, without any emotion. His original long black hair also turned into dark purple, his body was burly, his muscles were bulging, and dozens of tentacles sprouted from his back.
, dancing wildly.
"Mu Qianqiu, who are you?"
"Of course he is the one who killed you."
A weird smile appeared on Mu Qianqiu's face. The bone knife in his hand absorbed his blood essence and all the purple-black fog and then emitted a heart-stopping aura. The surrounding space could not bear the power of the bone knife and collapsed.
Broken, then healed quickly, collapsed again, healed again, collapsed again, over and over again.
Han Yi also felt the power of the bone knife, his heart beat wildly, and a bad premonition lingered in his mind.
"No." He suddenly waved his hand, "Strangle with sword and net."
The silver sword net suddenly shrank rapidly, and the demon bone spirit sword released its power without reservation. The sword net seemed to be covered with a layer of silver flames.
"Hahaha, it's too late."
Mu Qianqiu laughed wildly and slashed out with the bone knife. In an instant, all the spiritual energy in the world rushed towards the bone knife.
The next moment, a white sword rainbow crossed the sky, and the silver sword net couldn't even stay in the sword rainbow for a moment, and all of them were cut off by the sword rainbow. Han Yi kept firing sword techniques, and the golden lightsaber was not afraid of death.
He rushed towards Dao Hong, smashing them all into pieces.
The sword array collapsed completely before it could sustain even half a breath. The silver-threaded python dived into the Demonic Bone Spirit Sword in fear, forcing the Demonic Bone Spiritual Sword to escape. However, before the Demonic Bone Spiritual Sword had time to move, the sword
The rainbow then rolled over and landed on the sword body.
The nine-handed demon bone spirit sword that bore the brunt was cut off directly by the rainbow of swords. The long sword whined, completely turned into scrap metal, and fell from the sky.
"Pfft——" Han Yi's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Mu Qianqiu then turned around and slashed out a rainbow of swords. The other nine demon bone spirit swords were also not spared. They were all cut off and turned into scrap metal.
"Puff-puff-"
Han Yi spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his breath became weak again, and even the silver spiritual patterns on his body became much dimmed.
Suddenly, an extremely strong sense of crisis hit his mind, and a white rainbow of swords shot into the sky, intending to split him in half. Mu Qianqiu was so decisive, and had no intention of giving Han Yi a chance to breathe.
Han Yi retreated violently, took out a spear at the same time, poured his spiritual power into it, and threw it out with a raised hand.
Boom, the spear hit the white sword rainbow with endless flames. The stalemate lasted only a moment before it was chopped into pieces. The sword rainbow crossed the sky and slashed towards Han Yi's head.
"Turn things upside down."
A five-color halo of light emerged behind Han Yi and swallowed him up. The rainbow sword fell into the air, tearing the void and leaving a huge space crack hundreds of miles away.
Seeing Han Yi disappearing into the five-color light wheel, Mu Qianqiu smiled and stepped out. The surrounding space fluctuated and he disappeared out of thin air.
Somewhere hundreds of miles away, a five-colored light wheel flashed, and Han Yi appeared from it, with a hint of fear on his face.
"What kind of weapon is that bone knife, and how powerful is it? The silver sword net that I spent several months on Yulong Bridge couldn't even sustain for a moment."
"Moreover, the Demonic Bone Spiritual Sword itself is already a top-grade spiritual weapon, but it was broken by a single slash. Even the ancient spiritual weapon, the Red Dragon Spear, was unable to withstand it at all. It's really terrifying."