Just when Han Jiulin's thoughts were whirling and he was communicating with the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten in his heart, Hei Zhen controlled the flying sword and struck at the back of Han Jiulin's head violently again!
Before the sound of the flying sword breaking through the air reached his ears, Han Jiulin suddenly bent over to avoid the sword as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
Then, when the flying sword was about to fly away from his head, Han Jiulin suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the flying sword!
"Buzz!"
The flying sword trembled rapidly in Han Jiulin's hand!
Hei Zhen's eyes narrowed, he activated the cultivation in his body, and shouted coldly: "Let me go!"
This sword is a magic weapon. After his sacrifice, no one else can control it with spiritual energy except those whose cultivation realm is higher than his.
But this does not mean that others cannot use physical force to control his sword.
However, under normal circumstances, even if someone wants to control his sword with physical force, there is no way to compete with the effect of his spiritual energy control.
If it were another cultivator from the Ninth Level of Arrogance holding the hilt of his sword at this moment, he would be able to easily take back control by just using his skills.
However, Han Jiulin is not an ordinary cultivator. He is a physical cultivator. He practices the Nine-turn Hegemonic Body Art. His physical strength is much stronger than other cultivators.
Therefore, when Hei Zhen circulated his cultivation and seized control of the flying sword, although the sword kept vibrating and trembling, it was difficult to escape from Han Jiulin's palm.
Hei Zhen was so angry that he exploded all the cultivation power in his body and shouted angrily: "Trash, let go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of spiritual energy that looked like substance burst out from his fingertips, like a rope as thick as a thumb, and suddenly connected with the flying sword, forcefully taking back the control of the flying sword from Han Jiulin's hand.
"Now!"
Han Jiulin narrowed his eyes slightly, kicked the ground with his feet, and rushed towards Hei Zhen with the flying sword in his hand!
It's like a tug-of-war between two parties. One party is trying its best to fight, but the other party suddenly feels the force and rushes towards the other party in line with the other party's strength.
The instant feeling of weightlessness made Hei Zhen stunned.
However, weightlessness was still a trivial matter. At this moment, what frightened him was that Han Jiulin and Feijian were rushing towards him at extremely fast speeds.
This speed, due to the combination of his and Han Jiulin's strength, was so fast that it was impossible to react.
When Hei Zhen realized that something was wrong, Han Jiulin had already attacked him with his sword!
At the critical moment, Hei Zhen only had time to avoid the vital point and gathered all his spiritual energy to block Han Jiulin's sword with all his strength.
"laugh!"
The sword that originally pierced Hei Zhen's heart, but Hei Zhen's dodge, pierced the lower part of Hei Zhen's chest and ribs.
And because of the strong spiritual power in his body and the armor protection on his body, the sword only penetrated halfway and did not directly penetrate the black shock!
"Damn it, I'll kill you!!"
Hei was shocked and angry. At close range, he took control of the sword, drew the sword out, and stabbed Han Jiulin in the throat.
Han Jiulin slapped the sword blade hard with his left hand and slapped the sword that was piercing his throat to one side. Then he made a fist with his right hand and hit Hei Zhen's sword wound hard!
Bang!
This punch gathered Han Jiulin's strongest strength and directly caused Hei Zhen's wound to splatter with blood. From a sword wound, it split into a circular wound. The ribs and internal organs were shocked and shattered.
If it were Kuroyu and Heiwu, they would have died under this punch at this moment.
However, Hei Zhen was indeed at the middle stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, and was a bit higher than Han Jiulin. He just wrapped his body with spiritual energy and did not cause more serious damage.
"I won't die that easily! If I can't kill you, I'll kill your woman first!"
Hei Zhen burst into anger and shouted angrily. With the power of Han Jiulin's punch, his body exploded backwards and at the same time, he stabbed Yu Ziqi with his sword!
Han Jiulin narrowed his eyes, raised his hand suddenly, pointed it at Hei Zhen, and opened his palm.
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten opened its mouth wide inside Han Jiulin's body and shouted loudly: "I'll suck it!"
The next moment, a huge suction force burst out from Han Jiulin's palm.
Hei Zhen was extremely horrified to find that his blood, under the force of this suction, shot out from the wound on his chest and ribs very quickly, forming a tornado of blood, which was sucked into the palm of Han Jiulin's hand.
middle.
His blood suddenly circulated dozens of times faster in his body. Even if he used his cultivation to suppress or block it, it would still be of no avail.
"Having...bloodthirsty demon power! You, you are a member of the demon sect!"
Hei Zhen only had time to say this sentence before his whole body shriveled up in an instant, turning into a pale, skinny mummy.
At the same time, the flying sword that was attacking Yu Ziqi on the ancient carriage was less than two feet away from Yu Ziqi. He lost Heizhen's control and fell onto the carriage with a clang.
"Meow oh!"
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten made a cheerful sound inside Han Jiulin's body, and said with a smile: "With the essence and blood of a Yuandan realm cultivator, I can recover a little."
Han Jiulin strode to the ancient car and took Hei Zhen's first-grade magical sword into his hands.
If a person wants to fully use a magic weapon, he must bind it through sacrifice, but once the owner of the magic weapon dies, the aura bound to the magic weapon will disintegrate and disappear, and the magic weapon will become an ownerless thing.
The sword was like this at this time. As soon as Hei Zhen died, the spiritual energy on the sword dissipated on its own. After being held in Han Jiulin's hand, although it was not as handy as after the sacrifice, it would not be rejected.
Yu Ziqi recovered from the fright, looked at the powerful spiritual power fluctuations in the distance, and asked worriedly: "Master Lin, is my lady in danger?"
At this time, the battle between Yu Xuanyan and Xiangliu was not over yet, but because the distance was too far, they could only see the fluctuations of spiritual power in the distance, but they could not tell who was winning and who was losing.
Han Jiulin said solemnly: "You stay here, I will go over and help your lady!"
After saying that, he picked up his sword and ran quickly towards the place where Yu Xuanyan and Xiang Liu were fighting.
Although Han Jiulin didn't know Xiangliu, he also knew that he was the one with the highest cultivation level among the four black-armored knights, and he was probably a strong man in the supernatural realm.
Although Yu Xuanyan's cultivation level is high, she may not be this person's opponent, otherwise she wouldn't have fought for such a long time.
Yu Xuanyan fought against Xiangliu because of her help. Han Jiulin definitely couldn't do anything but stand by and watch.
However, when Han Jiulin raised his sword and came to the front of the jungle, where Yu Xuanyan and Xiang Liu were fighting, their fight had just ended.
The trees within a radius of tens of feet were all cut off by sword energy and sword energy, and were covered with scars. There was also heavy snow and ice covering the ground and trees.