"Bastard, what the hell is this? Thunder Seven Killing Technique, is it really so terrifying?" Zheng Yi couldn't believe it at all, even if it was the cultivation of the Mansion Master, it shouldn't be so perverted.

Han Yi in the distance took a step and was about to take advantage of Zheng Yi's injury to overwhelm him with a thunderous attack, but his figure suddenly froze, crackling, a blue-purple arc on the surface of his body jumped, and the position of his left forearm suddenly burst with flesh and blood, and several wounds appeared.

"With my current physical strength, I still can't fully withstand it?"

Han Yi smiled bitterly, and as soon as the words fell, a series of popping sounds rang out. The chest, back, lower abdomen, and even the face were almost torn out one after another by the powerful force in a few breaths, and the blood was dripping and terrifying.

"No, you can't fall now, even if you lose, you can't lose to that kind of person. ”

He gritted his teeth and endured the terrible pain, his face almost distorted, unusually white, the blood had blurred his vision, and his eyes were a fiery red.

His mental power began to fluctuate, and under the terrible pain, he couldn't control his mental power stably.

In his mind, a vague shadow stood in the darkness in the distance, holding a long sword, and his spiritual power was surging, as eye-catching as a lighthouse by the sea in the dark night.

Han Yi formed a seal, and the arc in the palm of his hand condensed, forming a thunder electric ball.

"Go, Thunder Roar. ”

The blue-purple thunder ball shot out silently, with a speed like a ghost, and in a flash, it appeared directly in front of Zheng Yi.

The terrifying energy fluctuations terrified Zheng Yi, and the cold ice technique ran wildly, blue light gushed out, and the translucent long sword stabbed out.

"Ice. ”

Click, swish, cold air appeared, and countless huge ice spikes grew on the ground, and those ice spikes spread into the distance with Zheng Yi as the center.

"From. ”

The ice spikes shattered into irregular ice crystals suspended in the air, and the blue light flashed like a river of stars.

"Sickness. ”

Countless shattered ice crystals spun up, forming a whirlpool, blocking Zheng Yi's face.

Boom, the thunderball bombarded the vortex formed by those broken ice crystals, and exploded, and blue-purple arcs shot out in all directions, like a fierce dragon pounced on its prey.

The ice crystals exploded into powder and disappeared, but in an instant, the Ice Wuji that Zheng Yi used with all his strength was disintegrated by the arc released by the thunderball.

The thunder exploded in the darkness, unleashing an almost indiscriminate attack, and Han Yi and Zheng Yi were hit at the same time, and their bodies shot backwards. The Soul Suppression Prison disappeared, and two figures flew out of the black mist, blood spurting wildly.

"Look, they're out. An old student exclaimed.

But after seeing the appearance of the two of them, everyone was shocked. Zheng Yi was miserable and abnormal, his hair was scattered, his white robe was almost broken and torn, blood was dripping down, his skin was charred, and his hand holding the sword was trembling. The aura on his body was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that even his spiritual power had been exhausted.

On the other side, Han Yi was covered with terrifying rifts, blood kept gushing out, and his black skin was almost stained red with blood. Her long hair danced in the wind, and blood even dripped down her hair.

Soon, blood spread to the ground under the feet of the two people.

"Haha, haha, good, good, how long, how long has it been since no one could force me like this. I didn't expect to be so embarrassed today by a mere freshman in the late stage of the spirit master. Zheng Yi raised his head and laughed, "However, you are still the one who loses." ”

He raised his sword and pointed it directly at Han Yi, and the only trace of spiritual power left in his body poured out of the dantian.

"I still have the spiritual power to deliver a blow, what about you, do you still have enough strength to resist?"

Han Yi looked at him and didn't speak, a trace of black evil qi flowed out of his arm, condensing into a small black snake, the little snake climbed onto Han Yi's shoulder, raised its snake head, and stared at Zheng Yi.

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger spread through his mind, his pupils shrank, and the last trace of blue light on the translucent long sword slowly converged.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Han to have such hidden means. Zheng Yi glanced at Han Yi deeply, he turned around and swept up the high platform, "I admit defeat, but your gambling battle is over." ”

Han Yi's face was expressionless, but he remembered the Peacock Pavilion deeply in his heart, and he troubled him three times and twice, was it just because he refused their invitation, so he was going to kill him?

Zheng Yi waved his hand, and an old student from the Peacock Pavilion walked out, ready to go down to the battle, but at this time, three figures suddenly swept out on the other side. Situ Feng, Shangguan Le, and Liu Qianfeng appeared in the fighting battlefield at the same time to face Han Yi.

"You ...... Hehe, that's good. Zheng Yi suddenly turned around and left with the Peacock Pavilion and his party.

Situ Feng and the others didn't pay attention to him, just looked at Han Yi and smiled.

"Senior Brother Han, why don't you play together in the last three games?" Liu Qianfeng held the long sword in his arms.

"If you win the three of us, you'll win the gambling battle. Situ Feng stood with his hands in his hands, revealing a trace of dark aura on his body.

At the same time, Shangguan Le, who was standing on the right, waved his hands, and the blue and red spiritual power drew a circle, slowly spinning, revealing a thick aura of danger.

"Oh my God, Senior Brother Situ has actually ended. He was the third-ranked existence in the last big competition. ”

"And Shangguan Le beside him, ranked seventh in the last big competition, I heard that Chu Tianxiang and her were inseparable, but because Chu Tianxiang performed a forbidden technique in a competition, his serious injuries did not heal, and his ranking fell all the way to fifty-sixth, but looking at her previous competition with Han Yi, it seems that her strength has not fully recovered. ”

"Well, I think so. Someone nodded.

"Liu Qianfeng, a jade-faced swordsman, he is one of the few existences in Lingfu who really cultivates swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is ever-changing and unpredictable. Last time, he was ranked second only to Shangguan Le. ”

Han Yi listened to the whispers of the old students around him, and his heart sank, now he couldn't beat even an ordinary old student, let alone Situ Feng, Shangguan Le, Liu Qianfeng and other genius disciples in the outer mansion.

He smiled slightly wryly, it seemed that he could really only go here.

"Senior Brother Han, why don't you learn a trick?" Situ Feng looked at him and smiled.

"With your current state, although we win, it is definitely not above board, so let's see that your body is strong, and your blood is surging like a peerless beast, you punch a punch, as long as it can make the three of us retreat, even if you win, how about it?"

Han Yi, who was already planning to admit defeat, heard Situ Feng say this, and responded without hesitation.

"Okay, then you have to ask Senior Brother Situ, Senior Sister Shangguan and Senior Brother Liu to be careful. He frantically urged the Kui Long Jue, the crimson blood rushed and flowed, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Situ Feng's eyes were surprised.

"It's so powerful for self-healing. ”

Han Yi was engrossed, condensing all his strength, and his muscles bulged high, beating like a wild dragon.