Han Yi killed this group of swordsmen, and naturally broke the encirclement of these people.

At this time, these knife hands were stunned in place, and a few of them had a look of hesitation, although it was only a flash, but they were still seen by Han Yi, " These people are not fierce and fearless guys, they are also people, and they also have fear, they may cut more people, from cowards to bold guys, when they meet people, they rush up and kill them with a random knife, and there is nothing to be afraid of, but now sixteen people were killed by me in an instant, and I just scratched my face, giving them a feeling of invincibility, this is fear, just retreat, I can kill!"

Han Yi was fighting for the first time, and he pretended to be hideous just now but it was also to relieve his breath, his arm holding the sword was sore, and he knew that killing people with a sword was different from splitting incense and mung beans, but fortunately, the sword was not as sharp as words, which saved him a lot of effort.

"It's good that I wasn't hit by the knife just now, and I didn't get deflated, otherwise I would have been deflated by the pores of the knife, no matter how powerful I was, I couldn't blow up the pores under physical exertion, and I couldn't fight ten people after all. ”

Han Yi was fortunate that he knew the importance of the body method at this time, and thought that he would go home and learn a few more twelve-shaped body methods from his grandfather, at least he couldn't deal with it in such a single chicken shape body method, after all, the chicken shape body method was not omnipotent, and he couldn't do his best.

The wind was stronger, and the dead leaves crawled on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Han Yi squinted his eyes, feeling that the breath in his body had calmed down, his body seemed to have just finished taking a bath, and his whole body was soft, knowing that it was okay, his stomach swelled again, and he took a breath and swallowed it, as soon as this qi entered his stomach, there was a slight roar in his body, like the sound of running water heard by the river at night, he knew that this was the realm that he had only cultivated when he had cultivated the Taishang Jade Axis Six-Character Qi Technique to a certain extent, but he had seen it when the Third Ancestor was practicing, and the cultivation of the Third Ancestor was like the rotation of a grinding stone, which was louder than his movements, and it was much more terrifying。

The qi entered the abdomen, and after Han Yi's G door was closed, the waist strength of the whole body twisted into a strand, and the cold hair exploded from the spine, and the power was poured directly into the tip of the sword, and the diamond-shaped dark lines on the sword body trembled, twisting like a snake, and let out a snap! Like a slap in the face, it sounded out of thin air.

"Kill!"

The distance was less than ten meters, Han Yi rushed over directly, the sword was diagonally in front of him, and when he rushed to two meters in front of this group of swordsmen, he stabbed out all of a sudden, just like he had been hammering and splitting mung beans, the tip of the sword was drawn with an oblique half-arc, and it flashed in an instant.

It's the sound of the blade, lifting the grid!

Boom!

With the combination of gold and iron, Han Yi kicked under his feet, kicking this person's leg off, and involuntarily lowered his body, and the sword in his hand was stirred, and the oblique one was another split.

Poof!

The diamond-shaped dark pattern sword body slashed diagonally from this person's shoulder, directly cutting his entire shoulder as if he was doing surgery, cutting a hole of more than 20 centimeters, and when Han Yi was in the middle of the game and used a chicken-shaped shaking feather to crash this person away, he rolled three times on the field Longlong, and the man's gray-faced shoulders were stained with blood, even so, this person still wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, his arm was like a dam that had burst, and blood gushed out.

Kill two more!

Han Yi glanced at this person, and when he saw that he had lost his combat effectiveness, he didn't pay attention to it, and the sword slashed again, hitting the blade directly, boom, the sword body suddenly disappeared into the knife, "It's not good, the blade is too thick, my sword is light!"

The sword body was stuck by the sword, Han Yi suddenly made a big taboo, and suddenly reacted to the tip outward, and the knife hand on the opposite side was also stunned, I didn't expect the sword in Han Yi's hand to be so sharp, it was able to cut through all the steel, but unfortunately it was only cut halfway, and the knife hand saw that Han Yi was still thinking about drawing the sword back, so he simply let go, picked up another machete on the ground, and slashed it with his companion.

Han Yi's reaction was faster, seeing that the sword was embedded in the machete and could not be used when it was stuck in it, he immediately let go of his hand and collapsed backwards on the spot, and saw a knife on the ground, and his foot hooked up and kicked it directly into the air and was caught in his hand.

"There are still six knife hands on the other side", holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Han Yi had confidence again, weighed the weight of the machete, and waved it, "It's a pity that I don't know Baguazhang, according to legend, Baguazhang is the evolution of knife techniques on the battlefield, otherwise, I would have cut down these knifemen in minutes, but even so, killing these people is just a matter of spending more effort!"

Han Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and rushed up with his sword, his feet were oblique, his body swayed, like a willow in the wind, and he circled again, and the tip of the knife in his hand performed a sword technique, and every time he poked at the knife hand, it was a seven-star step.

The tip of the knife poked the waist.

The technique of poking the waist was still in Shengjing, when I watched the competition between the old man of Baguazhang and Wang Wei, and later practiced Wing Chun with Coach Wu Hao, and I also specially asked for advice on this matter.

Burst!

Hit one!

The blood arrow shot out, and the knife hand bent down all of a sudden, and the strength that was still tense in his whole body just now was suddenly dispersed, and Han Yi was not polite, he took advantage of the situation to raise his knees, and slammed this person's throat with a bang!

After solving this, there are only five knife hands left.

Han Yi saw that although the other three people's faces were flashing with fear, they still rushed over, and poked into the ridge under their feet, and then the golden rooster was raised independently.

Although these three people also reacted sensitively, Han Yi's whimsical idea was completely created by using the existing conditions, and it happened that the three of them belonged to the downwind direction, and they were fascinated when they landed, even if a person was not fascinated by the wind and sand, he subconsciously raised his hand and lowered his head to dodge.

The man dodged and swung his machete indiscriminately to defend himself.

Bang!

There was an explosion, and the sound of bones breaking sounded in his ears, and he was startled, and subconsciously swung his knife to cut away, but he heard a familiar muffled sound, which was the voice of his companion.

"Bad ······"

The knife hand just wanted to rush to the side, but a knife pierced through his chest in mid-air!

"You ······"

The knife hand, just made a sound, rolled his eyes, and hung up.

"Of course I know you're going to pounce this way, but whichever way you dodge is just a death, you can dodge my knife, but you can't dodge my punch!"

Without pulling the knife out of this person, Han Yi looked at the two remaining knife hands.

The two of them had finally changed their faces now, but they also knew that Han Yi could easily kill all the fourteen swordsmen, so he wouldn't care about the two of them, so he glanced at each other and rushed up again.

With two clicks, Han Yi solved the two knife hands, one collapsed, and the other collapsed and directly knocked the two out of more than three meters, both of which collapsed in the position of the heart, vomited blood foam, and then disappeared.

Phew·······

All sixteen swordsmen were killed.

Until now, Han Yi stood quietly in place, deflated, relaxed his body, and softened his pores.