The appearance of a middle-aged Confucian scholar was completely unfamiliar to Han Yi, and he confirmed that he had not seen it.

When he was in Tianluo City, if he was like Tao Shouhua at that time, he turned his head and looked at it, and he could find that it was this middle-aged Confucian monk who killed Rusu.

"Senior Brother Shi, when he was in Tianluo City, he killed Kang Feiyang and Huang Tao, this person is very strong, you need to be careful."

The first young man, his eyes fell on Han Yi, his face was solemn, and the mana around him was already gathering momentum, solemn to the extreme.

"Oh, it seems that it will take a lot of effort to kill two seventh-layer people when the sky is falling into the city, and to kill Senior Brother Zhou at this moment."

The middle-aged elegant monk named Shi Heng looked at Han Yi, although he said such light-hearted words as 'you need to spend some exercises', but her heart was already full of spirit.

As soon as the words fell.

Without any call-up, he suddenly moved.

The extremely fast figure, like electric light, crossed ten meters with a brush, and was less than three meters away from Han Yi, and the silver folding fan in his hand flung forward.

The folding fan turned, sprinkling a ring of silver brilliance, which covered the thin moonlight, which looked beautiful, but in fact contained a deadly crisis.

Han Yi sensed a hint of danger, this middle-aged man was very strong, very strong, not comparable to the eighth-layer Qi cultivation monk he had killed just now, it was not an ordinary eighth-layer Qi cultivation cultivator, but the top eighth-layer cultivator.

He burst back, and in an instant, the lightweight technique pulled him back ten meters and three meters sideways.

Brush!

The silver brilliance shone silently, slashing across Han Yi's original position, and ten meters behind his original position, there was a slight snort.

Han Yi followed the prestige, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Broken, more than a dozen giant trees with a diameter of five or six meters behind him began to slide down slowly, and the silver brilliance that shone just now directly cut off more than a dozen giant trees, and only made a very slight sound.

Han Yi turned his head to look at the silver folding fan suspended in mid-air, and couldn't help but feel solemn in his heart.

This magic weapon is definitely a top-grade magic weapon, and it is the most top-grade magic weapon.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged elegant monk seemed to be surprised that Han Yi was able to dodge his sudden attack, and although his face was calm, his heart was even more solemn.

"Kill." With both hands, the silver scale fan that rotated in front of him suddenly changed, the original fan was only a semicircle, and this change was directly pulled out again, completely stretched into a circle, the fan blades were flattened, and the folding fan turned into a silver disc.

The second form of the silver scale fan.

"Go!!"

The disc suddenly disappeared, like a teleportation, appeared in front of Han Yi, his face remained unchanged, and he had been prepared as early as when he moved sideways and saw the power of this magic weapon.

A flame shield opened in an instant.

Peng!

The flames shattered, the shield shattered, and the disc shattered.

Han Yi's face remained unchanged, his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger pressed on his thumb, and with a flick of his side, three flashes of inspiration appeared, suddenly spanning a distance of four meters, and colliding with another magic weapon, this magic weapon, he was no stranger, it was a blood-colored long flag-shaped magic weapon, blood soul flag.

Peng, Peng, Peng!

The Spirit Void Finger exploded one after another, directly destroying half of this medium-grade magic weapon and throwing it away.

Three meters behind the magic weapon, another figure appeared, it was the monk that Han Yi had let go of in the Heavenly Falling City.

The monk's face changed drastically, and he caught the Blood Soul Banner with a painful face, and burst away.

He also instantly realized that this battle was not something he could interfere in.

And Han Yi also didn't forget that the enemy here was not only the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but also another eighth-level Qi cultivator.

It's just that this eighth-layer Qi cultivation cultivator is only the first to enter the eighth-layer, and it doesn't pose a threat to Han Yi at this moment.

After Han Yi threw out three spiritual void fingers sideways, he didn't pay attention to it, but quickly turned around.

Now.

The shattered fire shield technique has not yet been completely dissipated, and the disc of that meal has encountered a block, and it has not been able to drive it again.

And what he was waiting for was this moment of stagnation.

It's his turn.

Zheng!

Two daggers suddenly appeared on the left and right sides.

This time, the shape of the dagger is different from the past, the dagger is lightly shocked, and there is a reddish halo on its surface.

Away from the fire sword.

Use the sword technique to make the wind demon dagger, cast the fire sword trick, and the dagger has its own wind attribute.

This blow.

Almost half of his full strength.

"Go!!" Han Yi snorted lightly, and put his two fingers together, from top to bottom, and stroked vertically.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar more than ten meters away, his face changed suddenly.

He knew the power of the Silver Scale Fan, the first blow was dodged, and after changing the second form, the second blow was blocked, which he never expected.

When Han Yi's two daggers, like two streamers, as soon as they appeared, they were already within three meters, he was covered in cold hairs, and without thinking about it, mana poured out, and in front of him, a wall of light was condensed.

Defensive spell, Wall of Light.

At the same time as condensing the wall of light, his other hand was already flipped, and two spirit runes had already appeared in his hand, and he slapped it on his body without hesitation.

Two cyan rays of light flickered out from the spirit rune, spreading instantly, forming an oval shield, and above the shield, cyan flashed rapidly.

The first-order high-grade spirit talisman, the talisman, and there are two more.

If you are inexperienced, in the face of Han Yi's attack, you will only want to take it one step at a time.

But how rich the middle-aged Confucian was in fighting, he understood in an instant that the power of Han Yi's move must be as terrifying as a killer, and he did not hesitate to use his mana to condense the defensive light wall, and instantly consumed two first-order high-grade spirit runes at any cost, in order to be foolproof.

If you die, the spirit rune will only cheapen the other party, so in the fight, the most important thing is to ensure that you live, not anything else.

Pity.

He still underestimated the power of Han Yi's two daggers, and even more underestimated Han Yi's experience.

Shout!

The two daggers did not go side by side, but one after the other, forming a convergence trend, and adopting the method of breaking the surface with points.

Peng.

The wall of light shattered in an instant, and it couldn't even be blocked for a moment.

Burst!

As if the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the cloth bag, the cyan light shield formed by the first talisman shattered in an instant, and the first dagger was only slightly stunned, and the pale red halo on it dissipated half.

Then.

The dagger pierced through the second cyan light mask, and finally fell from exhaustion.

It's just that the second dagger that followed closely behind it suddenly increased its speed, and after passing through the second light shield, it flashed and pierced through the middle-aged monk who was dodging sideways, but had not completely removed his body.

Rumble!!

His right arm, shoulder-high, exploded.

The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically, and in an instant, a third spirit rune appeared in his hand, and he was about to slap it on his broken arm.

That's when it happened.

A black light slammed into its eyes.

"What's that?" The middle-aged Confucian was startled, but the action of slapping his arm did not stop.