Chapter 154: Sword Pointed at Mo Wen

Like a solar flare, the brightness and heat of the Abyss Fire were so bright that it was hard not to notice it.

In the market at the foot of the mountain, after the formation was disturbed, the cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage took off and flew into the air, while the Qi Training Stage disciples fled like birds and beasts.

However.

In the sky, the three-legged golden tripod, which had expanded to ten meters, had already poured down the mysterious flames. It seemed slow, but in fact, it was extremely fast.

The next moment after the formation was turbulent, the rolling torrent had already landed on the market.

In an instant, the screams were fierce and short. On the ground, only a few peak Qi Training cultivators who were good at speed survived. The others were destroyed in the torrent of liquid flames, their bodies melted in an instant, and their souls were annihilated.

In the air, there were three Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators who were touched by the Abyss Fire as soon as they took off. They didn't care at first and used magic to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

However, he found that once it was touched, no matter what kind of magic, it could not extinguish the flame. The flame burned more and more vigorously, and the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness also had flames.

The body and soul burned together, and in just a short breath, they turned into ashes. Even the magic tools and magic treasures under his feet were burned to ashes in this strange flame.

The falling flames spread and spread out. From a distance, it was like a hell of fire that never went out, which made people feel cold.

Han Yi couldn't help but quietly retreat a few steps. Not only him, but also other Xuandan Sect cultivators who flew into the air with flying tools did the same.

"Not good, it's Huo Ming of Xuandan Sect."

"Damn it."

"Kill!!"

The first two sentences were the exclamations of the cultivators who flew into the air from the market, and the last sentence "Kill" was Huo Ming's heavy shout.

He pinched his fingers lightly, and the abyss fire that fell to the ground rolled back, turning into a deep red waterfall in the void, and rushed towards the only Jindan-stage cultivator who soared into the air in the market.

That cultivator was obviously very afraid of the abyss fire, and kept moving his position, while offering a magic weapon to fight with Huo Ming.

"No need to hold back, fight quickly and kill them all."

An elder of the Xuandan Sect shouted softly, and Han Yi recognized that this elder was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator from Qinglong Peak, named Shen Ping, who ranked ninth on the Earth List.

The other foundation-building cultivators who rushed out of the market were also murderous, and their magic weapons were flying across the sky, attacking and killing.

In an instant, there was a melee above the destroyed market, and the melee spread from the sky to the ground.

Rumble.

Spiritual energy exploded, and the sky was in chaos.

This was not the first time that Han Yi had fought with a foundation-building cultivator. Outside Huainan City in Luofeng County, he and Gu Zhijing had had a brief confrontation. However, at that time, he had only just entered the Qi training stage, while Gu Zhijing had already reached the decaying foundation, which was a special case.

Now, Han Yi was facing a foundation-building cultivator whose combat power was maintained at the peak. Gu Zhijing could not compare with the foundation-building cultivators of the Tianhun Sect or the Xueshen Sect in front of him.

But Han Yi was no longer the Han Yi he once was.

Entering the foundation-building stage, he built a first-class immortal foundation. The spiritual sea was vast, a full eighty-eight times, and the surge in mana made the skills that Han Yi could display also show a new attitude.

For a foundation-building cultivator, choosing an opponent has become an instinct.

Gu Yu, who had been standing in front of Han Yi, was already fighting with a foundation-building cultivator.

An old cultivator saw Han Yi, and his eyes flashed with silver light, reflecting joy.

"Kill!"

A loud shout sounded, and he was already killing Han Yi. In his opinion, Han Yi's aura was also in the early stage of foundation building, and he was the kind of cultivator who had just entered the foundation building stage and had unstable aura.

This kind of cultivator was still at the level of Qi training in fighting. If he met an experienced foundation building stage cultivator, he would definitely be killed violently. Although this old cultivator was also in the early stage of foundation building, he was experienced and had an advantage because he had lived longer.

The best magic weapon of the old foundation building cultivator was a silver ruler. He threw the ruler up, and the ruler expanded and turned into a giant ruler ten feet long. The giant ruler was covered with a silver light curtain, and it was swiped and hit Han Yi.

The giant ruler rubbed against the air, and a huge sonic boom erupted. The edge of the giant ruler had an illusory halo. Although the halo was beautiful, it was deadly enough.

If it was just an ordinary foundation building cultivator who had just been promoted, his soul would be locked by the majesty of the giant ruler at the first time, and he would tremble endlessly.

However, Han Yi was obviously not here.

Peng.

The giant ruler crushed the void and fell directly to the ground, shaking continuously.

"Huh?" The old monk exclaimed softly, and his body had already fallen down. He waved his hand lightly, and the giant ruler shrank and fell into his hand.

The giant ruler obviously did not hit the opponent just now. He raised his eyes and saw a young monk who moved about ten meters laterally compared to the previous moment. It was just that he moved laterally in this moment and avoided his fall.

"The speed is not slow." The old monk sneered, but his heart was already chilled.

Being able to live long and have rich experience, he is more cherishing his life. Naturally, he is more vigilant about certain dangers, and he will never blindly think that living longer will make him stronger.

In the air.

Han Yi had already landed on the ground when he avoided the horizontal pressure of the giant ruler. Although his face was solemn, he was not afraid at all.

Although the old monk in front of him was stronger than Gu Zhijing, he was also limited. In Han Yi's heart, he was not good enough.

However, as the first enemy he faced after advancing to the foundation-building stage, Han Yi would not be careless. He had also encountered many careless cultivators, and the grass on the graves of those cultivators was now several feet high.

"Kill!"

Without further nonsense, Han Yi shouted softly, and with two fingers together, the Qingping Sword had already rushed out quickly. In an instant, it had broken through the sound barrier. When the sound exploded, the blue-black sword light had already reached the old cultivator.

"What?"

The old cultivator was shocked.

Fast, fast, amazingly fast. He thought that the opponent would need to adjust after landing before making a move, because even he could not easily complete the charge and move.

Moreover, more importantly, this move was too fast.

Ninety percent of the power of a sword cultivator lies in the sword, and seventy percent of the power of the sword comes from its speed.

One speed breaks all methods.

Although he was shocked, the old monk did not panic due to his rich experience. He swept the huge ruler in his hand horizontally, and the huge ruler shadow condensed into a solid entity, intending to wipe out the sword light, and then pressed forward to smash the opponent into powder.

The next moment.

Puff.

The slight tearing sound of chopsticks piercing paper suddenly sounded. This tearing sound was not violent, but it startled the old monk who swept the giant ruler.

A fatal crisis surged in his mind. He rolled on the ground without thinking. Although this move was awkward, it was extremely useful.

Chila.

A flash of sword light passed through his arm, bringing up a cluster of blood flowers. The old monk who rolled on the ground was already extremely shocked. Without thinking, he pounced forward again. At the position where he had rolled on the ground, the blue-black sword light had turned back and pierced through.

The sword light turned back, and there was no more strength left.

Han Yi, who was dozens of meters away, was really surprised this time.

This old guy's sense of danger was so sensitive. Han Yi had never encountered such a cultivator in his past encounters.

While he was in awe, the second sword, which was already shining with silver-white light, chased the old cultivator who was fleeing.

Qingquan Sword.

With the achievement of the first-class immortal foundation and the condensation of the first level of the Nine-Layer Soul Tower, Han Yi's soul was unprecedentedly powerful.

He had tried it before, and he could control up to four top-grade magic weapons without any effort. Of course, the best state was three top-grade magic weapons, so that he could exert the strongest power.

After the old cultivator pounced, he ran forward. When he ran, his peripheral vision passed by the side and back, and he saw a touch of silver-white, which was close to him. There was also a clear sound of flowing spring water beside his ears.

He waved his right hand while running wildly, and a piece of black cloth, which had already covered the Qingquan Sword.

Swish! !

A silver-white light flashed by, and the black cloth was split into two pieces.

"So strong?" At this moment, the old monk exclaimed in despair.

The black cloth just now was his second top-grade magic weapon, and it was also a defensive magic weapon. It was absolutely impossible for an ordinary foundation-building early stage to split it into two pieces so easily.

This guy, how could he just build a foundation, but a true killing god.

The old monk's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pounced to the side. The giant ruler pierced by the Qingping Sword in his hand began to expand, and a destructive breath rose wildly from the giant ruler.

Han Yi's heart trembled. This old guy was anxious. He wanted to self-destruct his magic weapon and die together.

The tip of the Qingquan Sword rose up and climbed quickly, trying to avoid the self-destruction of his top-grade magic weapon.

The next moment.

The destructive aura suddenly disappeared, and the old monk had already run away 300 meters. The aura just now was just a cover-up, and this cover-up was specially designed by him to deceive monks of the same level.

Han Yi, who was standing in place, had his eyelids twitched.

Twice.

This old monk gave him such a big surprise in his first battle after he entered the foundation-building period, and twice.

No wonder he can live so long, he is cautious and cunning enough.

The distance was too far, Han Yi didn't want to have any accidents, so he took back the two top-grade swords, stepped on the Qingquan Sword, carried the Qingping Sword, and soared into the air.

Because he saw that one kilometer away, Gu Yu fell from the air with blood.

The fiery red sea of ​​clouds in front of him had been torn apart, and the sea of ​​clouds was torn apart by a huge sword aura.

The sword energy was blood-colored, fierce and huge. Around the sword energy, a sea of ​​blood was reflected. In the sea of ​​blood, many blood-colored monsters floated, annihilated, reborn, and reincarnated endlessly.

Han Yi rolled up his consciousness and saved Gu Yu in front of him.

"Han Yi, run away." Gu Yu's face was fierce, and there was a resolute death in his eyes.

All Xuandan Sect cultivators were ready to die for the sect before joining this fight, and Gu Yu was no exception.

I can kill one if I can, and I will drag you to death if I can't.

The silver-white light flashed and collided with the huge sword light in the air.

Peng! !

The sword light shattered, and the fantasy of the blood sea that it brought with it disappeared instantly. A cultivator appeared behind the blood sea.

This cultivator also looked like a young man, with a calm face. He held a blood-colored long sword in his hand. The blade was only one inch long. Except for the blood color, there was no decoration.

The young man looked at Han Yi from a distance, revealing a hint of interest.

"Sword cultivator."

"A newly promoted foundation-building cultivator from Xuandan Sect?"

"Interesting."

"I remember that your sect once had a newly promoted foundation-building cultivator who drew his sword at me, but that cultivator couldn't withstand three of my swords. I hope you can give me a surprise."

This cultivator happened to see Han Yi's attack just now. The aura on Han Yi's body, in the eyes of the foundation-building cultivators, can be seen at a glance that he has just been promoted.

"Mo Wen?"

Han Yi raised his eyebrows.

Three swords killed the Xuandan Sect cultivator. Han Yi naturally thought of a name, Mo Wen.

Many years ago, Xuandan Sect Youwu, in Taibai County, Zhanlong Temple, pointed his sword at Mo Wen, and was killed by the sword cultivator Mo Wen. Three swords, his body died, his soul was scattered, and his sword was broken. The broken Fire Sword was found by the Supreme Elder Zhuge Wuyou and placed in the sect.

"Oh, you have heard of me, so you should know the fate of the sword cultivator who challenged me."

"Come on, give me a surprise."

Mo Wen licked his lips, revealing a hint of madness.

As soon as the voice fell, the blood knife in his hand had already chopped down, and the huge sword light, emitting a surging sea of ​​blood, crushed over.

Gu Yu endured his severe injuries and squeezed his magic power frantically. The broken fiery red sea of ​​clouds condensed again and pushed forward. A huge collision sounded.

Under this knife, Gu Yu's body was even more seriously injured. He struggled to get up, but he was no longer able to fight. The sea of ​​clouds that was torn again began to roll, obviously wanting to self-destruct and trying to die with Mo Wen.

"Senior Brother Gu, wait."

Seeing this situation, even if Gu Yu self-destructed his magic weapon, it should not pose a threat to Mo Wen. At most, it would make him a little embarrassed and sacrifice himself, but it would be useless.

Han Yi had to take a step forward, his heart was heavy.

The opponent was very strong.

In the light golden eyes, the aura of Mo Wen merged with the looming sea of ​​blood behind him.

This is a killing god who walked out of the blood sea killing.

Although he was only in the early stage of foundation building, his realm was the same as Gu Yu, Han Yi and others, but his aura was stronger than them.

When You Wu entered the foundation building stage, he was already a strong man in the early stage of foundation building in just a few years. Then, in the Dragon-Slaying Temple in Taibai County, he pointed his sword at Mo Wen and killed him with three swords.

It can be seen that Mo Wen was definitely not a stepping stone to be killed by someone who jumped the level.

Han Yi's figure flashed and he was already blocking in front of Gu Yu. Then, without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and pressed the air, and a little spiritual light burst out from his fingertips.

Lingxu Finger.

The spiritual light flashed and had already crossed dozens of meters and shone in front of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's face did not change, and he gently tapped his long sword to knock Han Yi's Lingxu Finger away.

However, with the cultivation of the foundation building stage, the compressed mana of the Lingxu Finger is far stronger than that of the Qi training stage in terms of quality and quantity. Much stronger.

Peng.

The spiritual light exploded, and the long sword paused slightly. In the blood sea reflected by the blood sword, a monster suddenly exploded, sank into the blood sea, and never climbed out again.

Mo Wen shook his head. This kind of magic was somewhat effective against other early foundation building people, but it was not good enough against himself.

However, the next moment, his eyes raised.

In front of him, the spiritual light filled the sky, covering the sky and the earth. At first glance, he thought it was a plague of locusts.

"Interesting."

Mo Wen had a smile on his lips, and the blood sword in his hand had already chopped down fiercely. Although this sword was only a top-grade magic weapon, it was the most top-grade magic weapon.

There is also a gap between top-grade magic weapons.

Generally, the best magic weapons used by legendary Qi training are the most common best magic weapons, while the best magic weapons used in the early stage of foundation building are relatively strong best magic weapons, and the best magic weapons used in the middle stage of foundation building are the top best magic weapons. As for the strong people in the late stage of foundation building, a few already have magic weapons, just like Huo Ming, who already has the magic weapon Yuanhuo Ding in his late stage of foundation building.

Mo Wen's blood knife has an extraordinary origin. Even if he faces a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, he can fight across levels.

The blood knife fell, and the terrifying sea of ​​blood and knife energy collided with the spiritual light in the sky.

In the spiritual light, a touch of extreme golden light bloomed, and the spiritual light was like a shuttle. In an instant, it had approached Mo Wen within ten meters.

However, Mo Wen did not panic, but a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"No, not enough, far from enough."

The long sword in his hand flew into the air for the first time, like a blood-colored dragon, with its head raised high, spitting out a blood-colored dragon breath, and the tip of the sword was at the front of the dragon breath.

Boom! !

The blooming golden light was extinguished in an instant.

The golden shuttle was chopped away by the blood sword, and Han Yi was hit hard, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Weak, too weak."

Mo Wen shook his head, his eyes showed regret, looking at Han Yi, as if looking at a dead person.

He shone his arm, and the blood sword of Tenglong swept down at a high speed, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and even the sonic boom was left behind the sword.

At this moment.

In the Lingxu Finger Storm that had not yet extinguished, two sword lights, shining against each other, interweaving and climbing, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, were amazing.

One was blue-black, and the other was silver-white.

Regardless of whether they were dark blue or silver-white, the two sword lights were glowing with a fiery reddish light, and the tails of the swords were dragging a gorgeous red light, like two comets shooting straight into the sky.

Swish!!

Mo Wen's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He thought that the golden shuttle just now was Han Yi's only means. After all, for a cultivator who had just entered the foundation-building period, it was extremely rare to be able to hold a top-grade magic weapon.

But he didn't expect that Han Yi actually had three top-grade magic weapons, a golden shuttle, and two swords.

This hint of surprise was the only surprise in his eyes since he defeated Gu Yu.

"Interesting."

With a smile on his lips, the blood knife fell and collided with the two sword lights that were climbing up.

The void shook, and then, at the center of the collision between the knife and the two swords, the psychic storm began to sweep outward.

Hula la.

The air was violent for a moment, and Han Yi retreated more than 20 meters, reaching Gu Yu's side, and took him back again, and retreated 50 meters before stopping.

At the same time.

Whoosh.

In the violent psychic energy, the two swords were knocked back, and Han Yi attracted them with his mind and rolled them over.

One was blue-black, and the other was silver-white, floating above Han Yi's head.

The blue-black was normal, and the silver-white had a mark.