The next moment.

The black light shattered his eyes, pierced his mind, and drowned his will, and the spirit rune that slapped down finally slapped on the broken arm, but the mana that poured into the spirit rune, ready to activate the spirit rune, suddenly dispersed.

The spirit rune flickered slightly, but failed to activate.

Poof.

A touch of blood light was brought out from the back of the middle-aged Confucian man's head.

His body stopped in place for half a breath before he fell to the ground with a bang.

This is the third dagger, with the fire sword trick envoy, a long time ago, it has been laid down, this is the next move, one of them.

Han Yi did not stop his offensive and pointed sideways.

The first Blood God Sect monk who held the damaged Blood Soul Banner and exploded more than ten meters away, at this moment, his eyes were wide open, he was terrified, he didn't even think about it, he turned around and fled.

Dead, dead.

Shi Heng died, that was the top few of the eighth-layer senior brothers of Qi training, Shi Heng, who could even kill the ordinary nine-layer Qi training, just died, and in an instant, the offensive reversed.

At first, it seemed that the disciples of the Xuandan Sect were only in a passive defensive scene, but just under the face, Senior Brother Shi Heng died directly.

Horrible, too scary.

He suddenly recalled that in the Heavenly Fall City, this Xuandan Sect monk had practiced qi at the sixth level in just two breaths, and killed two Blood God Sect Qi cultivation at the seventh level in a row, and that nightmarish terrifying feeling was exactly the same as at this moment.

"I hope that this master, just like in the Heavenly Fall City, will not chase and kill me."

The monk flashed this fluke thought, and the next moment, he had a sharp pain in his neck, which came and went quickly, and disappeared with the sharp pain, as well as his consciousness.

In the night, in the mountains and forests, a dark light flashed, the head rose to the sky, a headless corpse in a wild run, rushed out more than ten meters, and hit a giant tree, with a click, blood and flesh splashed, the giant tree was hit and shook wildly, and after ten breaths, it gradually lost its sound and regained its quietness.

Han Yi stood in place, his solemn face soothed, he waved lightly, and the four daggers returned to him one after another, suspended in the air.

He was even more relieved when he looked at the two daggers that had been attacked, and that they were as black as usual and had not been damaged in the slightest.

"It's not a loss of a medium-grade magic weapon refined by the master, at least this degree of sturdiness, it is not weaker than the general high-grade magic weapon, this set of magic weapons, it is worth buying."

Then he put away the four daggers.

That's right, just now, he launched not two, but with all his strength, and all the daggers he could use within his current ability.

It's just that it is not mentioned in a centralized manner, but in a scattered manner.

The two handles are connected, directly attacking the middle-aged Confucian scholar, one of them was scattered all around long before this, and when the middle-aged Confucian was completely attracted and his face changed greatly, he pierced through his eyes and pierced out of the back of his head to complete the fatal blow.

The fourth dagger had already landed near the first monk at the same time as the three spiritual voids were popped out just now and the blood soul banner was blown up, but at that time, he fell on the middle-aged Confucian with all his heart and did not launch this secret hand.

If the middle-aged Confucian escaped the catastrophe, Han Yi would not hesitate to use this dagger on the middle-aged Confucian without hesitation.

And in the end, it was the third dagger that harvested the life of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and the fourth dagger, with ease, turned around and fled, killing the first monk who exposed his back to Han Yi.

At this point, the second kill came to an end.

After putting away the dagger, Han Yi cautiously scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no more life, he quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

He first put away the storage bags of the three monks he had killed, put the damaged blood soul flags, as well as the magic weapons that had lost their mana support and turned into folding fans back into the storage bags, and then took off the inner armor of the three people, whether they were damaged or intact, and confirmed that there was nothing missing, and left quickly.

Half an hour after he left.

Three figures appeared here, looking at the bloody and tragic scene, the three of them frowned.

"Senior Brother Shi, Senior Brother Zhou, and Senior Brother Liang, the three of them have eight layers of Qi training, among them, although Senior Brother Shi is the eighth layer of Qi training, even if I am right, I may not be able to please him."

"It should be the top ranking of the Xuandan Sect, and the batch of ninth-level Qi cultivation disciples who were sent to the Yujing Mountain Holy Land, only those people have such killing ability."

A young man, after inspecting the scene, analyzed, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, but it was not anger at the killing of the disciples of the Blood God Sect, but joy at the sight of hunting.

The group of disciples of the Xuandan Sect who were sent to the Holy Land of Yujing Mountain were the core of their targets this time.

He's excited to find one here.

"Senior Brother Han, shall I come?"

The Blood God Sect cultivator who had just finished analyzing licked his tongue and turned to the young man standing in the middle to ask for instructions.

The Blood God Son of the Blood God Sect, a young man named Han Xu Xiao, flashed a trace of doubt on his calm face, and raised his eyebrows.

"Something is wrong."

"Zhou Dan died first, Shi Heng died later, Liang Yiyang escaped and was killed, all three of them were fatally wounded in the head, they should be hidden weapons, and their speed is extremely fast, the other party is very likely to have practiced swordsmanship or object control techniques."

"Moreover, this technique is very strong."

"Shi Heng's silver scale fan is not an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, with Shi Heng's temperament, if he detects that he is invincible, he will inevitably detonate the silver scale fan, but there are no fragments of his magic weapon at the scene."

"This person, in an instant, killed Shi Heng, and then easily killed Liang Yiyang who escaped."

"There is a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides."

"Moreover, there is another very important question, if it is the group of disciples of Xuandan Sect, we all have a list of portraits, it is impossible for Shi Heng not to recognize it, looking at this scene, when he started, he should be sure in his heart, but there was still an accident."

"This shows that the other party is not the person on the list, but the person who is more hidden."

Speaking of this, Han Xuxiao's eyes showed a hint of interest, but it flashed, if it was five years ago, he would not hesitate to chase and kill the other party.

Now, I am not a lone traveler, but I need to be in charge of the whole situation, and I can't easily walk away.

He shook his head lightly and counted the hours: "That's it, let's go, this person is not weak, sooner or later he will meet, we still need to focus on the overall situation, don't make extraneous branches, or act according to the plan." ”

The young man next to him, who shone with a fierce light, looked regretful, but he didn't say anything more.

The figures of the three flickered and disappeared in place.

The other side.

After Han Yi escaped into the night, he found a tree hole at the bottom of a giant tree, sat in it, closed his eyes and concentrated, his breathing trembled a few times, and then gradually calmed down, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down with the smoothness of his breathing, and finally it was almost imperceptible.

Turtle Breath.

In the past few years, the Turtle Breath Technique has been cultivated by Han Yi to the realm of perfection, and with his current strength, operating this spell, he believes that below the foundation building period, as long as it is not in person, no one will be able to detect it.

Although it was a turtle breath technique, it was not a closed divine thought, and Han Yi still had a sense of the outside.

"I don't believe that such bad luck can be broken this time."

Han Yi flashed this thought, when he was in the Heavenly Fall City, his turtle breath technique was broken, and he didn't believe that this time, he could still be bumped into, if it was true, it would be hell.

(End of chapter)