"In the next game, Zheng Yi vs. Chen Qingyu. ”

When Han Yi under the ring heard this, his eyes fluctuated and looked at Zheng Yi who was standing on the stage. Opposite Zheng Yi, a girl in a cyan dress saluted him.

"Let's do it. Zheng Yi said coldly, pulled out his sword, and a wisp of blue mist flowed under the translucent long sword.

Chen Qingyu naturally knows Zheng Yi's strength, and the existence of the ninth ranking in the last big competition is something she can shake, but the most important thing for her to fight with Zheng Yi is to learn, not win.

She condensed all her spiritual power, pulled her bare hand to her waist, and a long green whip passed through the air, twitching the air and making a pop.

In an instant, the turquoise spiritual power spread along the long whip, and she swung her arm, and the long whip went straight towards Zheng Yi.

When, the long whip seemed to have received a heavy blow in front of Zheng Yi, and it shot directly backwards, Chen Qingyu hurriedly withdrew a few steps.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out a seal in her left hand.

"Snake vine devouring. ”

The long whip danced, vines grew out of the whip, thorns were everywhere, and those vines pounced on Zheng Yi like poisonous snakes.

Zheng Yi's face remained unchanged, and he slashed out a sword at will, and a huge blue sword shot out, and the moment it touched those vines, it collapsed into a burst of blue mist and spread, and a layer of blue ice crystals appeared on the vines, and then spread rapidly, and in less than a breath, all the vines were frozen up, and the next moment they shattered.

The girl's face turned pale, and the cold air actually invaded her body through the long whip in her hand, raging endlessly.

"Poof. She spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a layer of hoarfrost condensed on her body, "I admit defeat." ”

Han Yi saw that Zheng Yi had defeated a late-stage Spirit Sect monk so effortlessly, and his face was expressionless.

Zheng Yi in the ring suddenly turned his head to look at Han Yi: "Han Yi, I'm waiting for you in front, this time you will lose." ”

"Idiot. Han Yi muttered and turned his head to look at the other rings.

In the direction of his gaze, Fang Yao's handprint changed, and powerful spiritual power poured out and turned into an amber giant sword.

"Yue Ling's sword, slash. ”

Under the command of her sword, the spiritual power giant sword shot out with a tremble, slashing at the opponent's head.

The old student felt the power contained in the giant sword, and his face changed drastically. The giant axe in his hand slashed out without hesitation, and his body also lit up with a strong amber aura. The blade of the giant axe slammed into the spiritual power giant sword, but it was shattered, and his body shook and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Yao's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Lao Sheng, and his sword finger stopped in front of Lao Sheng's throat.

"Fang Protector's Yue Ling Sword is getting more and more powerful, and it looks like it should have been cultivated to the realm of Dacheng. The Peacock Pavilion disciples who were watching exclaimed.

"Well, that's true, I don't know which of the two of them, Zheng Protector and Fang Protector, is stronger or weaker now?"

Han Yi heard the discussion of those disciples from afar, and secretly thought about something. Dacheng's mid-level spiritual skills? I don't seem to have taken the time to cultivate the Thunder Breaking Sky Sword recently, the first type of breaking battle has been completed, and the second type of breaking the Xuan is still in the entry stage, and after breaking through the spirit sect, the three types of breaking killing can also be cultivated. It seems that when Dabi is over, it will take some time to practice spiritual skills.

"In the next game, Han Yi will fight against Yue Huaxuan. The voice of the elder came from the ring, and Han Yi came back to his senses and swept into the ring.

"Please give me advice. Said the young man on the other side of the ring.

"Senior Brother Yue is serious, you and I can just learn from each other. ”

Han Yi was still carrying the giant heavy sword, and his every move seemed to have an indescribable domineering aura, and there was no expression on his face.

At this time, Ji Xuanyou and an old disciple in the No. 2 ring fought fiercely, the opponent turned out to be Mo Ying, who had previously fought with Fang Xiaoyue to a draw, while Mu Fangyun encountered a disciple in the No. 4 ring and a disciple of the Peacock Pavilion, both of them did not spare their hands, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Han Yi pulled out the Thunder Sword, and the spiritual power was injected into it, and the slightest arc of electricity jumped, and the thunder flashed out.

"The power of thunder, this is the spiritual secret of the mansion master's cultivation. Yue Huaxuan saw the violent thunder attribute power on the Thunder Xiao Sword, and a trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes. That's a high-level spiritual technique, even in the entire spiritual mansion, there is only one one. Of course, what he didn't know was that the Tianmu Mantra that was randomly placed in the Spirit Recipe Hall was also a high-level Spirit Recipe, but its harsh cultivation conditions caused only Elder Mu and Zhao Tian to cultivate in the entire Spirit Mansion.

He brazenly drew his sword, and the flame sword shot out in an instant, slashing at Han Yi's head. Han Yi swung a sword at will, and the thunder light rose on the body of the sword, and the flame sword burst open.

Well, Yue Hua appeared in front of Han Yi in a flash, and the speed made many onlookers stunned. He slashed at Han Yi head, Han Yi reacted quickly, and slashed out a sword in reverse, boom, sword by sword, the power of flame and the power of thunder collided and exploded.

The two actually started a hand-to-hand fight in the ring, Yue Huaxuan's knife technique was violent and ferocious, and the power of each knife was extremely terrifying under the blessing of the power of flames. Han Yi's swordsmanship was agile and fast, each sword contained extremely strong power, and the thunder burst out one after another, shattering the flames that hit the long knife.

At a certain moment, Yue Huaxuan's figure flickered, and his speed increased exponentially with each step, and his figure was like a shadow, which was difficult to capture.

"Nine steps of Feiling. There were elders in the stands who saw Yue Huaxuan's figure and muttered.

"It looks like this Han Yi is in trouble. An elder said.

"In this way, Elder Yu is more optimistic about Yue Huaxuan. Elder Zhao, who had rushed back from Huayun City, had a slight flash in his eyes.

"That's right, as long as the Feiling Nine Steps are cultivated to the ninth step, the speed of the explosion is comparable to that of the Spirit General Cultivator, and at that time, Han Yi will not be able to keep up with Yue Huaxuan at all, so how can he resist his attack?" Elder Yu said.

"Oh, I'm more optimistic about Han Yi, he is carrying a heavy sword, but he can still keep up with Yue Huaxuan's current speed, once he takes off the heavy sword, the speed will inevitably be even more terrifying, and the victory or defeat is not easy to say. ”

"The heavy sword, based on the size of that sword, should not be more than about 10,000 catties, even if you take down Han Yi, the speed will not increase much, how can it be compared to Yue Huaxuan's flying spirit nine steps?" Elder Yu disagreed.

10,000 catties, hehe, the quality of that sword is more than 100,000 catties, and even I can't use it. Elder Zhao thought so in his heart and said.

"Why don't we make a bet?"

"Bet, what does Elder Zhao want to bet on?"

"Just bet on ten earth elixirs. Elder Zhao said casually.

Ten Earth Spirit Pills were only a month's cultivation resources for them. Elder Yu pondered for a moment and then responded.

The two of them turned their heads to look at the ring where Han Yi and Yue Huaxuan were, at this time, Yue Huaxuan's flying spirit nine steps had already reached the sixth step, and every time he swept at such a fast speed, he would leave a clear afterimage, and Han Yi's figure gradually slowed down, and it seemed that he couldn't keep up with his speed.

"Seven steps to the Flying Spirit. Yue Huayu let out a loud shout, took the seventh step, and his figure was blurred for a while, and he completely disappeared from the sight of the onlookers.

Han Yi's face changed, and he only felt a sharp breath rushing to his face, stabbing his skin painfully. With Han Yi's physical body, that breath could actually make him feel pain, which was extraordinary.

"Glimps. He flew backwards, his speed was like lightning, and he was divided into three, and in each of the three corners of the ring, there was a Han Yi holding a giant que.

"Feiling Nine Steps, I wonder if Senior Brother Yue has cultivated to the Nine-Step Perfection Realm?"

"Senior Brother Han will know in a while. Yue Huawei smiled, took another step, a sword light slashed horizontally, three Han Yi swept out at the same time, Juque slashed down without any fancy slashing, the white sword light and the sword light collided, the sword light shattered instantly, and the three sword rays flew towards Yue Huaxuan without slowing down.

"Open. Yue Huaxuan flew up to meet him, the long knife slashed out in reverse, boom, an extremely strong force surged from the sword, his blood surged, and he shot back.

The long knife shook violently, and the sword light exploded in the air, and the remaining two sword rays shot one after another.

"Cross slash. ”

Yue Huaxuan's face turned a little pale, and without hesitation, he cut out a cross, and the sword light tore them apart on the two sword rays, and then rushed towards Han Yi unabatedly.

"A sword town. ”

The three Han Yi merged into one, Juque stirred the air around him, the strong wind swept like a wild tide, feeling the power in those strong winds, Yue Huaxuan's face changed greatly, just the strong wind stirred up was so powerful, you can imagine what kind of terrifying power Han Yi's sword contained.

"Nine steps of Feiling. He didn't dare to hide it anymore, and when his body and spiritual skills were urged to the extreme, the whole person disappeared from everyone's sight, as if the world had evaporated.

"The nine steps of the perfect flying spirit. Elder Yu in the stands showed a smile, "It seems that Han Yi is going to lose." ”

"It's too early to tell. "Elder Zhao is here, but he knows about Han Yi's condensation of the Eye of Insight, and the Nine Steps of Feiling can't be hidden under the Eye of Insight.

In the ring, a silver light appeared in Han Yi's eyes, and suddenly everything around him appeared clearly in his mind, Yue Huaxuan moved around the edge of the ring at an almost terrifying speed, but now in his eyes, he was slowed down.

"Found it. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and with a twist of his wrist, he raised his sword and slashed in a certain direction, "One sword Zhenyue." ”

Boom, suddenly a terrifying coercion fell from the sky, acting on Yue Huaxuan's body, his movements froze, and a sword light of more than two hundred meters in size was reflected in his eyes, and his face was full of horror.

"Tyranny. ”

Yue Huaxuan quickly calmed down, and all the spiritual power in his body was injected into the long knife, slashing from the bottom up. Hum, a huge sword rose from the ground, like a towering tree breaking through the ground.

The next moment, the two attacks collided together, and invisible ripples spread out from the place where they collided, and the formation light curtain shook violently. However, the sword only lasted for half a breath before it collapsed under the sword.

The sword lost its obstruction, slashed down in an instant, boom, and the gravel flew, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, the onlookers gasped, and at this moment, half of the ring disappeared, and the remaining half was covered with cracks, as if it would collapse at any time.