Han Yi made a move in an instant, and his soul power was increased to the extreme, and the golden dragon scissor martial soul downloaded from Ma Chaoqun quickly came out and attacked one of the mid-stage martial kings.

At the same time, the Slashing Edge Sword brought up a rainbow long bridge and flew towards another mid-stage martial king.

Hua Wannian's cultivation of the Martial King was so good, the moment Han Yi attacked, he completely sensed the danger, and with a wave of the sleeve of his left robe, a huge gentle force brought a subordinate to the left a distance of ten zhang.

Han Yi's sword qi that was originally attacking this Martial King Dantian Qi Sea could only sweep over his arm, and the blood flew down wildly, and this arm suddenly flew out.

But the other person spent 10,000 years but didn't have time to save it, and Han Yi's sneak attack was too fast, so he didn't have time to dodge at all. The golden dragon scissors turned their hideous dragon heads one by one, and in an instant, they wrangled off his head, and blood spurted out.

Killing one person, Han Yi's offensive was not slow at all, and more than thirty kinds of martial souls, such as the Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, the Chifeng Martial Soul, and the Two-Headed Lion Martial Soul, had already rained down towards the Martial King who had lost one arm in the next moment.

The dragon scissor martial soul brought a dazzling golden light, and flew to Hua Wannian's neck from the side, not seeking to kill, but only to contain him for a moment.

Hua Wannian waved his hand heavily, and an incomparable force rolled out, instantly twisting the golden dragon scissors into it, turning into a trace of golden soul power.

The Martial King with a broken arm ten zhang away also endured the severe pain at this time, and his soul power was urging wildly, his martial soul was a little bird that was dark and looked like an ordinary crow.

When Han Yi and the other martial spirits were about to attack, the crow-like martial souls spun their bodies and rushed forward, bringing up a black strong wind.

The sound of the martial soul shattering was endless, and the soul power in the sky was permeated, and most of Han Yi's martial soul was actually smashed into a disordered soul power by this black crow.

It seems that the strength of this mid-stage martial king has exceeded his expectations!

At this time, he was no longer allowed to think too much, separating the remaining fire phoenix and Chifeng martial soul, the fire tornado reached the top of the opponent's head, and released a raging fire from top to bottom, but the Chifeng martial soul went on a rampage with amazing power.

"Soul Skill, Crow Sword!"

The Broken Arm Martial King roared wildly, and the crow that flew over released a jet-black sword aura, which was ten zhang wide, and slashed down towards the mountain peak that rushed over.

The mountain peak martial soul was cut in half in an instant, and it also turned into soul power and dissipated into the sky.

At this time, the raging flames poured above, and the figure of the Broken Arm Martial King flashed violently, moving through the burning flames to the outside, and the Xuan Qi protected the body, without any damage.

After spending 10,000 years recovering from Han Yi's sneak attack, his powerful warrior was killed by the sneak attack, and under the rage, his soul power rose violently.

Martial Soul, Yin and Yang Phantom Sword!

The two martial soul long swords, one black and one white, condensed in mid-air, and the force of nature in the middle of the two swords was pulled, and a Taiji Liangyi pattern appeared.

Han Yi knew the strength of the Martial King in the later period, and without waiting for his martial soul to urge, the Xuan Qi was injected into the Immortal Treasure Slashing Sword, this quaint long sword jumped in the air, and the colorful sword qi erupted from the sword body, shooting towards Hua Wannian like a tide.

Several Martial Venerables and hundreds of Martial Venerables who had passed before heard the sound of battle behind them, and quickly turned around and rushed back.

"You go ahead and relieve the siege of Zhen Qibin!" the Broken Arm Martial King immediately ordered, "The battle between the Martial Kings, you are only sent to death if you participate! Here I and the Great Elder are enough to kill any strong enemy!"

This group of academy powerhouses was obviously well-trained, and after listening to the order, they did not love to fight at all, but accelerated their speed and hurried forward.

The colorful sword qi in the sky flew sideways, but all of them were intercepted by the Taiji Liangyi phantom driven by the yin and yang sword qi, and thousands of fires erupted, but they could not hurt Hua Wannian.

The Broken Arm Martial King was also fierce, and the crow, which was only the size of an adult's palm, released a powerful sword aura again, shooting wildly towards Han Yi from the side.

Hua Wannian also completely condensed the martial soul at this time, and the two long swords, one black and one white, released two sword rays, intertwined together, and condensed into a more powerful sword qi, stabbing towards the arc of electricity, and one by one thunderbolts exploded towards Han Yi.

Under the full attack of the two Martial Kings, Han Yi didn't dare to take it hard even if he was confident, and the Swift Shadow Martial Spirit made him like an afterimage, breaking out of the middle of the attack of the two, and the figure flashed in mid-air and disappeared again.

Just now, he continuously urged the huge Xuan Qi and soul power, which made him a little difficult to support, and at this time, he no longer had any idea of attacking, but only gathered his mind and hid somewhere in the void.

The thunder blow of the Martial King who spent ten thousand years and the broken arm hit the air, but there was no longer a shadow of Han Yi, so he had to withdraw the martial soul and levitate in front of him.

The Broken Arm Martial Spirit took this opportunity to urge the Xuan Qi again and again to suppress the injury at the broken arm. Many of the people like them who stand at the highest peak of the martial arts have the ability to regenerate severed limbs, and this injury does not have much impact.

The air was silent for a while, except for gusts of wind, which kept blowing high in the air.

It took ten thousand years to push the power of the mind to the strongest, even if the breath of an ant was a hundred miles away, it could be felt, but it was impossible to find out where Han Yi was at the moment.

"Presumably you are Han Yi. His clothes were blown by the wind, and he raised his voice and said everywhere, "Ma Chaoqun died in your hands, no loss!"

Han Yi didn't make any response, he was not a fool, at this time, I was afraid that if his aura was exposed in the slightest, the martial souls of Hua Wannian and the Broken Arm Martial King would immediately attack him.

The situation is actually still on his side, just wait for a moment to recover some soul power and Xuan Qi, he can sneak attack in the dark again, and kill the slightly weaker Broken Arm Martial King.

No matter how the battle of the general realm, the sneak attack without a trace is always annoying, and the powerful Martial King is no exception.

"Han Yi, I advise you to surrender immediately, and besides, the three conditions I will give you first will count. Hua Wannian said again, "This is the only chance for you and your family to live." ”

He was singing with a red face, and the elder with the broken arm sang with a white face in order to make Han Yi's mood change, constantly sneering and cursing Han Yi, but his mind was firmly locked on any nearby turmoil.

But no matter what the two of them said, Han Yi was like a heart of stone, his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, and not even a single ripple appeared in the air.

Hua Wannian and the two of them no longer did useless work, but only quietly suspended in the void, and the power of their minds kept covering a radius of 100 miles.

Han Yi must be nearby, so it depends on who can't hold his breath first.

Under the shroud of thought, as long as Han Yi attacks again, both of them can sense it at the first time, and then they can only fight who is faster.

The scene became strange for a while, and the two martial kings were like clay sculptures, motionless except for the clothes that were hunting.

In the shadows, Han Yi's soul power and mysterious qi were recovering rapidly.

If he doesn't kill these two martial kings today, he won't and can't leave, so he knows that the next comparison is speed, and if he is slightly worse, he will have to worry about his life, so he can only face the difficulties.

(End of chapter)