The distance between the town and the White Crane Immortal City is not close, it is a full twenty miles, Han Yi Imperial Sword, flying with all his strength, probably takes a small stick of incense.

The kung fu of a small stick of incense is almost negligible for mortals.

But in the monk's opinion, a stick of incense, what can happen, is too much.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and perhaps it only takes a moment to reverse, let alone the time of a stick of incense.

Therefore, when he took off into the air again, Han Yi did not hesitate to consume mana at all, and directly squeezed the mana of the Spirit Sea at the fastest speed, knew the sea god soul, and rushed forward frantically.

I saw a streamer, like a cannonball, rising into the sky, drawing a parabola, and rushing towards the White Crane City.

At the fatal moment, he no longer hid his figure, he just wanted to arrive in the immortal city in the shortest possible time, once he entered the White Crane City, the monks of the Blood God Sect would never dare to attack the city, even if they attacked the city, they couldn't do it.

Time is racing against time, when he crosses the land of ten miles, and is only ten miles away from the immortal city, a terrifying sonic boom sound came from behind him, Han Yi turned around and looked, his eyes couldn't help but widen sharply, his face changed greatly, and he was horrified.

A golden light swept rapidly, and its speed was more than five times that of Han Yi.

When he turned his head to look, his face changed greatly, and the golden light was less than a kilometer away from him.

Hurry, hurry, too fast.

It's too late.

This thought flashed through Han Yi's mind, and his body sank, and he fled down, below was a small river, with low mountains and forests on one side and deserted farmland on the other.

If you fly in mid-air, it is an excellent target, forward, although wide, but a dead end, down, you can also use the terrain or the river, hide your body, take the opportunity to escape.

Faced with a dilemma, Han Yi fell below.

But.

Han Yi's speed is much worse than the other party.

When he happened to escape to the ground, before he escaped into the river or the low mountain forest, a roar, like an earth-shattering roar, suddenly came.

"Kill me, give me death!"

A golden light flickered and was captured by Han Yi's afterglow, and in the next moment, the golden light was already approaching within ten meters.

This golden light was so familiar that Han Yi thought it was his magic weapon.

Golden light shuttle.

However, compared with the golden light shuttle that exploded by itself, this golden light shuttle is bigger, faster, and stronger.

It shone with golden light, and the aura that erupted far exceeded that of any magic weapon he had ever faced.

Magic weapon.

It's a real thing.

The hairs on Han Yi's back exploded, and under the huge shock in his heart, he was already an instinctive swing of the imperial sword.

The black light broke the sword, and it flashed.

Gold and black, colliding in an instant.

The terrifying power overturned himself and slammed it down ten meters, plowing a scratch of more than a hundred meters in the deserted farmland, and at the end of the scratch, Han Yi vomited blood, and his face was horrified.

The black sword was thrown into the air, high above his head, stuck behind him, and a hundred meters away, the broken sword was inserted into the farmland, not past the top of the hilt.

Although the Black Light Broken Sword was not shattered, it was also violently shaken, and most of the divine consciousness attached to it was shattered.

Han Yi's vomiting of blood was generally due to the collision between the golden light shuttle and the black light sword, on the one hand, because most of the divine consciousness was destroyed, and the divine soul was implicated, suppressing more than the injuries in the body.

The sky was full of spiritual energy, and it was erased by a sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

The golden light shuttle reappeared in its main body, hovering in front of a monk.

The monk landed slowly and made eye contact with Han Yi.

It was an old monk, dressed in a blood-colored robe, and on the robe, there were bright uncoagulated blood stains.

The breath on the monk's body was completely stimulated and dispersed, without a little concealment, on the other side of the river, in the low mountains and forests, brushing the fallen leaves, in the deserted farmland, the insects and mosquitoes were directly shocked to death by this momentum, and farther away, mortals crawled on the ground, trembling all over, motionless.

Han Yi met his blood-red eyes, and from his eyes, he saw the hatred that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"Heaven fell into the city, my son Yuan Bai was killed, Jin Guangsuo was lost, I searched for more than ten years, tortured countless Xuandan Sect monks, and today, the enemy has finally been revealed."

The killing intent in Yuan Changtian's eyes was already the substance.

The foundation building monk, the life span can reach about two hundred and fifty, he was two hundred years old, he gave birth to a son, can be said to be an old son, the son as a baby, even he just stepped into the foundation building period to obtain the best magic weapon, Jin Guangshuo gave his son.

Unexpectedly, in a simple mission, his son died in the hands of the Xuandan Sect, and the soul card placed in the Blood God Sect was shattered that night, and when he arrived at the Heavenly Fall City, he could only find a body that had been burned by the Burst Talisman.

Since then, he has been looking for the killer of his son, hoping to kill him to get revenge.

After more than ten years, this time, it was the last time he attacked and killed the monks of the Xuandan Sect, and the original plan was that after this time, he would leave Dayong, as for this blood feud, he couldn't find the enemy, so he had no choice but to give up.

Unexpectedly, this time, there was a clue.

In the village provided by Lu Zhi, he found the fragment of the golden light shuttle, this magic weapon, which was his magic weapon in the early stage of foundation building, used for more than thirty years, naturally it is very familiar, even if it has been broken, but it can capture a wisp of familiar breath of the magic weapon, and it is impossible to admit it.

If the lost Jin Guangshuo is found, then the person who killed the son is definitely this person.

Dozens of meters away, Han Yi, who was struggling to get up, his face changed greatly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

On the night of Tianluo City, he naturally would not forget it, but he didn't expect the other party to recognize him through Jin Guangsuo.

Yuan Changtian confirmed this point again from the change in Han Yi's faint expression, and couldn't help but have a hideous look flashing across his face.

"Sure enough."

"God has eyes."

"Die!"

As soon as the word 'death' fell, the golden light bloomed again, and when the golden light was just reflected on the eyes, the golden light shuttle was only ten meters away from him.

Hurry, hurry, too fast.

It was so fast that Han Yi couldn't even activate the third-order spirit rune at the bottom of the box, the Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman.

In this case, if you take out the spirit rune from the storage bag, delaying it for less than a tenth of an instant, when the spirit rune is taken out, whether it is activated or not, the golden light shuttle has already penetrated your body.

Even if there is a spirit rune, the best result is the same end.

Even Han Yi suspected that Yuan Changtian would not give himself time to activate the spirit rune at all.

Just like when he faced Han Xu Xiao not long ago, Han Xu Xiao took out the spirit rune, but his black light broke the sword and pierced his skull, even if he had a spirit rune, it would be useless.

Under the gap in strength, the spirit rune may not be useful, because you will not even have time to excite.

In less than a tenth of an instant, between the beating of thoughts, Han Yi had already figured this out.

The black light broken sword was too far away, and it was too late to pull out the Qingping sword behind him, leaving him time to react, only enough time to take out an item from the storage bag, and this item could not be a spirit rune, because it may not be activated, and even if it can be activated, he will die.

Therefore, at this moment, Han Yi took out a magic weapon, which was the highest-grade magic weapon in his storage bag.

It's a blood-colored knife.

The blood-colored long knife from Mo Wen, this sword magic weapon, is already the top best magic weapon.

And Han Yi took out this magic weapon, just to be able to block the other party, give himself a little more time, and then dodge the attack of the golden light shuttle, and activate the third-order spirit rune.

Rumble!

As soon as the golden light hit, the blood knife broke, and the broken knife slashed the side of the head, leaving a scratch on the left forehead, Han Yi was shocked, blood was splashed from the tiger's mouth, holding the broken blood knife, and the whole person had been bombarded and retreated straight for hundreds of meters.

"Huh?"

"Ask the knife? Mo Wen actually died in your hands."

"Hmph, that's it, I can't spare you."

The golden light was stunned, and at a faster speed, it was blown away.

But.

After the blocking of the blood knife, on the way to fly a hundred meters, a golden spirit rune had already appeared in Han Yi's hand.

On top of the spirit rune, there are two symbols with a lot of strokes, which look like some kind of ancient characters.

The life-saving means given by Yuan Shun, the third-order spirit rune, the Xuandu Yang Fire talisman.

Before he landed, Han Yi's mana poured into the spirit rune from his hand, and the spirit rune lit up.

The next moment, a terrifying suction force came from the spirit rune, instantly squeezing out about eighty percent of the mana in Han Yi's spirit sea, making his face change again.

If this spirit rune still doesn't work, you have only one way to die, even if you give up your body and your soul escapes into the sea of the other party's knowledge, you may not be able to win the other party.

Although his own spirit is strong, he is still a lot weaker in the face of the monks who are at the peak of foundation building and are on the verge of knotting.

Even with the extremely powerful soul technique of the Five Decays of the Divine Soul, in the battle of the Divine Soul, Han Yi did not have the slightest confidence to win.

In an instant, the mind was spinning wildly.

And the spirit rune in his hand had turned into a blazing light, and with the light in his hand, Han Yi thought he was holding a round of sun.

Blessed to the soul, Han Yi crushed the light in his palm, and his divine sense attached to the light, pointing to Yuan Changtian's position more than a hundred meters away.

In a flash.

A flame leaped from his hand.

This flame was different from all the flames that Han Yi had ever seen, different from the mortal flames, different from the abyss fire of the fire and the real people, different from Mu Jianxu's Dan fire, and even different from the Xuanyuan Liuding Divine Fire of the Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace.

This flame was like a condensed ball of light, and saying that he was fire was just Han Yi's subconscious reaction.

The gathered light was pure white.

As soon as the light jumped, it went directly to the top of Yuan Changtian's head, more than 100 meters away.

The activation of the spirit rune was not fast, and it also took time for Han Yi to crush the light, and these two actions made Jin Guangshuo go one step further, almost in front of him.

At the same time, the light transformed by the Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman had also reached the top of Yuan Changtian's head.

Just in time.

Yuan Changtian raised his head suddenly, seeing this strange white light coming out of the void, his heart throbbed, and the signs of death magnified in an instant, climbing to the peak.

"Third-Order Spirit Runes."

Yuan Changtian didn't know this spirit rune, but at this moment, it didn't prevent him from perceiving the level of the spirit rune from the threat that this spirit rune gave him.

The one who can make himself feel the signs of death, this spirit rune is definitely above the third order, which is equivalent to the spirit rune of the Jindan monk's full blow.

The speed of the spirit rune was equivalent to a blow from Jin Dan, and even he didn't have time to react much, and when his face changed greatly, he only had time to throw out a magic weapon.

Different from Han Yi, although Han Yi has many magic weapons, they are all relatively simple in nature, and they are all offensive magic weapons.

And the magic weapon thrown by Yuan Changtian was a defensive magic weapon.

A golden umbrella, the golden umbrella opened in an instant.

However, just halfway through the opening of this golden umbrella, the light had silently burned through the half-opened umbrella surface and landed on Yuan Changtian.

Suddenly.

The light dissipated silently, but a little flame rose from Yuan Changtian's body, and the flame spread to his whole body in an instant, turning him into a humanoid torch.

The Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman is sealed with an extreme yang fire in the talisman, which can burn the body and soul, and it is difficult to extinguish, and it will take 7749 days to dissipate naturally.

At the same time.

When the flame first ignited, a hundred meters away, the golden light was already within three meters of Han Yi.

And at this moment, his body had just landed, and he did not stand firmly, and his right hand let go of the broken blood knife, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

Han Yi's face remained unchanged, and a black light had already risen from in front of him, and he held it in his hands.

Black Light Broken Sword.

Han Yi's sudden retreat this time, under intentional control and luck, happened to retreat a hundred meters away, falling behind the position where the black light broken sword was blown away just now.

The golden and black light collided again.

This time, because the position was lower, and moreover, Han Yi did not hold a sword, but a sword.

A terrifying force was transmitted from the sword.

Click......

First the wrist, then the elbow, then the elbow, a series of clicks, almost simultaneously.

The bones of his hands shattered, and Han Yi flashed this thought.

Then.

The broken sword pressed on his chest, and his internal organs were directly shocked to the point of shattering and displacement.

Poof.

The person was in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood had spurted out.

But even if his hands were broken and his internal organs were broken and displaced, Han Yi still clung to the broken sword.

Under the pressure of golden light.

This time, Han Yi was like a cannonball, and it was directly blasted out, and the wild grass in the barren farmland was pressed directly to the ground.

In less than an instant, in the deserted farmland, a figure smashed into a mound, and without slowing down, it directly slammed into a low hill and embedded it deeply.

This collision directly knocked him out more than 300 meters.

Along the road, blood stains were sprinkled, staining the fields red, like a bloody road.

"Ahem..."

In the small hill, several coughing up blood were heard.

A figure shook the sand and rushed out.

The two sleeves of the robe on his body have been torn apart, turning into powder and scattering, revealing two bloody arms, the arms are weak and drooping, but he is holding a black broken sword, and the blood from the arm, as if flowing water, directly flowed down and dripped along the broken sword.

Han Yi's face was pale, and an abnormal flush emerged.

In the blow just now, although his condition was miserable, he still had the strength to fight, his skin was traumatized, the bones of his hands were broken, the ribs in his chest were broken, and his five internal organs were broken and displaced.

This kind of injury may already be a fatal injury for a Qi cultivation period monk, but for a foundation building monk, their vitality is stronger, and such an injury can also be forcibly supported for a period of time, as long as the divine soul is not extinguished and the spiritual sea is not broken, the damage to the physical body is limited after all.

Han Yi, who rushed out of the small mound, fixed his eyes on Yuan Changtian, who was more than 300 meters away.

Seeing a human-shaped torch rushing towards him, through the pure white flame that didn't seem to be very powerful, but it was not extinguished, Han Yi saw a pair of eyes full of blood, and his heart trembled suddenly.

The third-order spirit rune is effective, and the other party is dead.

However, looking at this situation, the other party did not die immediately, and before he died, he would definitely pull himself and go to Huangquan together.

These two thoughts came to mind at the same time.

Han Yi's heart was cold, and he had already turned around and fled.

However, at the moment of escaping, Han Yi also saw that not far away, a touch of golden light was embedded in the barren farmland, and it was not activated, it was the other party's golden light shuttle.

Yuan Changtian didn't even think about the imperial envoy Jin Guangshuo, but rushed to his side to kill, does it mean that the other party, under the pure white flame, is no longer able to control Jin Guangshuo.

As soon as this thought came to mind, a set of daggers had already appeared on Han Yi's side.

The top grade magic weapon, the dagger of the heavenly capital.

The six-handled dagger, all black, rushed towards Yuan Changtian in an instant.

To Han Yi's surprise, Yuan Changtian did not dodge, but ran straight into it.

After a few slight pops, Han Yi's consciousness ached, and his face changed again.

It was the flame that burned out all the senses.

The six-handled Tiandu dagger, when it pierced Yuan Changtian's body, was also touched by the pure white flame, and as soon as the flame burned, it burned out the divine consciousness attached to the dagger.

Moreover, this kind of burning was faster and more terrifying than when he met Lu Zhi before, and his soul was in sharp pain.

"You can't let the slightest flame get into the fire." Han Yihan's hair exploded.

Then.

There was a flash in his eyes, and two more swords appeared at his side.

High-grade sword, coiled dragon sword.

High-grade swords, demon slaying swords.

The Coiling Dragon Sword won the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, which is suspected to be a halberd-wielding young man who is a descendant of the Marquis of Daqian.

The Blood God Sect Xue He obtained by the Demon Slaying Sword.

These two sword weapons are just ordinary high-grade sword weapons, and after he stepped into the ninth layer of Qi training, their effect is no longer great, and they have been left in the storage bag in case of emergency.

And at this time, it is just the right time.

Han Yi, who was retiring, flashed again in his eyes.

The Coiling Dragon Sword and the Demon Slaying Sword jumped up, one left and one right, and before they approached Yuan Changtian three meters, they were directly detonated by Han Yi's divine sense.

Han Yi, who was already seriously injured, shook again.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a bloody tear that flowed from it and ran across his cheeks, but he was not at all moved.

The self-explosion of the two high-grade sword weapons turned into two torrents of broken swords, which washed towards Yuan Changtian.

It was as if the slight popping sound of hundreds of bullets piercing the planks rang out at the same time.

Yuan Changtian, who came to kill, was stunned, and the blood-stained fragments fell to the ground from behind him, and he was hit hard, roaring wildly, roaring with all his might, and in this roar, a fierce aura was revealed.

However, Han Yi, who then retreated, was not surprised, because in his crazy roar, it was also revealed that the end of the strong crossbow could drag the other party to death as long as he held on for a while.

This is what I can do.

Han Yi had a pair of bloody eyes, and the fierce light skyrocketed.

A blood-colored sword had appeared in front of him.

This is the magic weapon that he got by killing Xue He when he killed the demon in the Ten Thousand Star Sea.

The Blood God Sect is obtained, and the Blood God Sect is used.

Han Yi's body shook for a while, and it was almost to the point of running out of oil.

However, he still endured the severe pain of his divine soul, and the speed of the blood sword was very slow, and even a ninth-level Qi cultivator could dodge it.

Pointed by the Blood Sword.

Yuan Changtian was also on the verge of death, and he couldn't dodge it, so he hit it hard.

Poof.

An arm burning with pure white flames was thrown far away.

The Blood Sword was also caught in flames, and after a few moments, it dissolved into the flames, and the flames were extinguished.

Han Yi fell on his back, but got up again.

"Again." The obsession in my mind has been born.

Then.

The magic weapons in the storage bag were thrown out one by one, and every time they exploded, their souls were shocked, and the injuries were even more serious.

And Yuan Changtian's figure was blocked, Han Yi took the opportunity to distance himself, the other party blew himself up by the magic weapon, rushed over again, and Han Yi exploded the magic weapon again......

This is completely a lose-lose approach, or even close to the same end, but Han Yi is the only way to consume the other party.

So.

The two chased and fled, the speed became slower and slower, and in the end, every step was as heavy as Mount Tai, and gradually, it was close to the edge of this farmland.

Stepping over the edge of the farmland, Han Yi's heart trembled, and in the storage bag, the magic weapon was empty.

In his heart, he was not reluctant, and he was already the last complete magic weapon of his command, the Qingping Sword, and rushed forward.

Intermittent weak divine consciousness poured into Qingping's sword.

Qingping's sword staggered, and swooped down diagonally towards Yuan Changtian.

According to the past, the divine consciousness integrated into the magic weapon can detonate the magic weapon as long as it is pressed heavily and disturbs the inherent formation within the magic weapon, or the hardware structure.

But.

This time, there was a wave of resistance, coming from Qingping Sword.

Han Yi was slightly stunned, and the Qingping Sword was already like an arrow off the string, piercing through the hole in the skull of Yuan Changtian, who was almost not humanoid.

Qingping's sword flew out dozens of meters and plunged diagonally into the ground.

However, the flames on this blue-black sword weapon did not melt it, but the flames were erased by an invisible force and directly extinguished.

Poof.

Yuan Changtian, who was pierced through his head, suddenly stiffened, and his body rushed forward, hitting the farmland, and his body turned into a ball, a burning corpse.

This sword.

It was the last straw that pressed the camel's back.

At this time, Yuan Changtian really reached the last moment of his life, and in his vague consciousness, there was only one obsession, which was to drag the other party to die together.

But in fact, in addition to obsession, even his soul was burned, and only a shell remained.

Even if he didn't have this sword, he might not be able to kill Han Yi.

The Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman acts not only on the physical body, but also on the divine soul, and after the head is pierced, the divine soul happens to be burned into nothingness.

Even if they are unwilling, they are all ashes.

And the other side.

Han Yi was also seriously injured, almost unable to move, covered in blood, his right hand holding the only broken sword in his weak and hanging right hand, his eyes were covered with blood, blurred, and the flames in front of him could be clearly seen in pursuit.

At this moment, Han Yi is better than Yuan Changtian, but he is also limited, although he is not dead, but it seems that he is not far from death.

Seeing Yuan Changtian turn into a ball of flames, Han Yi did not relax, but cheered up his spirit, and in the space of knowing the sea, the divine soul staggered to his feet, and a soul sword separated out, but it trembled, dissipated again, and merged into the soul body.

Even the soul sword couldn't be condensed, which showed how heavily Han Yi's soul was injured.

But.

In the next battle of the Divine Soul, even if there is no Soul Sword, Han Yi will desperately perform the Divine Soul Five Decay Technique.

However, after ten breaths, that flame had already burned Yuan Changtian's body into ashes, and Yuan Changtian's spirit did not appear.

Han Yi didn't dare to be careless, and waited for a long time before he was completely relieved.

The other party's spirit was extinguished by that strange flame.

The Battle of the Souls does not need to be played.

This battle was won.

Han Yi wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, there was blood in his throat, and after spitting it out, he felt a little more comfortable.

Right now.

A voice came from high in the sky, with a sense of joy, but it made Han Yi startled.

"I should be old and I am developed, and I have found such a good apprentice."

"Providence so."

"Wonderful, wonderful."

(End of chapter)