Chapter 155 Soul Sword Kills the Enemy

Green and black as usual, silver and white with traces.

The Qingping sword was, as always, not very sharp, but its hardness was rare. Even when it touched Mo Wen's blood knife, it was not damaged at all.

But the Qingquan Sword, this top-quality magic weapon obtained from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Stars Sea, has a silver-white sword body with a trace that is much smaller than a hair. If you don't look closely, you can't see the gap at all.

Han Yi's face was awe-inspiring.

Strong, the opponent is very strong, and that sword is terrifyingly strong.

And a hundred meters away, Mo Wen was wearing a blood-colored robe, making a hunting sound, and the blood sword was hanging in front of him. He gently touched the blood sword. This time, he was no longer surprised, but a little confused.

This doubt even made him frown for the first time.

On the blood knife, the power actually dissipated by three points, which is really unusual.

"There's something weird about your two swords."

His blood knife was not an ordinary blood knife. It was only a hair away from the magic weapon. The opponent had just been promoted to the foundation building stage. Mo Wen absolutely did not believe that the top-quality magic weapon in the opponent's hand was the same as his own blood knife.

Being able to use an ordinary sword to weaken the power of his own sword was completely beyond his expectation, so Mo Wen concluded that the opponent's sword was weird.

"It doesn't matter, I will kill you. The sword will naturally be mine. If there is anything weird, I will naturally know about it."

With a slight shake, Mo Wen disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was only thirty meters away from Han Yi.

Han Yi, thirty meters away, was advancing instead of retreating at this moment. In addition to two swords, a set of daggers appeared beside him.

Jiuli dagger.

The nine daggers are divided into nine positions. With the blessing of divine consciousness, they are like arrows leaving the string. The power of destruction is emitted from the daggers.

At this moment.

Han Yi did not hesitate and detonated the nine daggers thrown out.

One after another.

Then, the Qingquan Sword and the Qingping Sword once again turned into two sword lights that shattered spiritual energy, one on the left and one on the right, and rushed towards Mo Wen.

at the same time.

A flash of blood, taking advantage of the violent dagger to explode, fell to the ground silently, and walked close to the ground.

The third top-quality sword was obtained from Xue He's Blood Sword.

"Huh, what a small skill."

It was almost a fatal move against the old monk, but against Mo Wen, it only caused him a little more trouble.

With one sweep of his bloody knife, he swept away the self-exploding dagger. Even if some dagger fragments splashed on his body, they were blocked by the top-quality robe on his body and could not cause any harm to it at all.

Mo Wen was obviously irritated. He became completely serious and shouted loudly:

"die."

The blood knife swept away the violent spiritual energy and flew into the air. Then, the blood knife shook violently and transformed into a blood river. The blood knife struck down, and the blood river crashed down with it.

Secret Technique·Sea of ​​Blood.

The sea of ​​blood at this moment is not illusory, it is real within sight. This is the opponent using magic power to stimulate the killing intent contained in the blood knife, forming a sea of ​​blood with killing intent.

If it were an ordinary Qi training period, as long as he glanced at the sea of ​​blood, his soul would definitely be shaken, his inner demons would arise, his mind would be taken away, and he would be stunned in place, only to be slaughtered.

Even monks in the foundation building stage will be affected by the sea of ​​blood if they are in the early stage of foundation building and their souls do not have enough power. A body of strength can only exert up to seven points of its strength.

But Han Yi is different. At the level of the soul, although he has not yet gone through a fight, he has condensed the first level of the Nine-layer Soul Tower, and after the Nine-layer Soul Tower is directly integrated with the soul, Han Yi's soul strength is no longer ordinary in the foundation building period. Can be shaken.

He just glanced at the sea of ​​​​blood, and in the space of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a phantom of the sea of ​​​​blood appeared. However, as soon as this phantom appeared, he saw the soul sitting cross-legged in the center of the sea of ​​​​consciousness raised his eyes and glanced at the phantom. , the shadow will be directly annihilated and dissipated.

In reality, Han Yi was not affected at all. The two swords came out again. The Qingquan Sword jumped up and rushed towards the blood knife, while the Qingping Sword broke through the void. With a flash of green and black energy, it was already approaching Mo Wenshen. forward.

Mo Wen was suddenly startled. This time, it was no longer surprise or doubt, but real surprise, with a hint of shock in the surprise.

There is weirdness.

The opponent's sword is weird, and the opponent is also weird. This secret skill of mine was accidentally obtained from the sea of ​​blood. It not only affects reality, but more importantly, this secret skill can affect the soul.

Actually.

In the Dragon Slaying Temple in Taibai County, the three swords he used to kill the wandering witch were the three swords under the sea of ​​blood of the secret method.

As soon as the real sea of ​​blood emerged, the wandering wizard, no matter how powerful his swordsmanship was, was shaken all over.

Then, his body was rolled up by his long knife, and his body was cut off. Then, the soul of the wandering witch emerged from the shattered body. Only at this moment did his soul break free from the erosion of the sea of ​​blood and wake up from the confusion. However, for It was too late, and with a roll of the sea of ​​blood, the soul was broken into a miserable soul, fell into the sea of ​​blood, and was wiped clean.

Then, the Nilong Sword happened to attack, and the blood sword slashed the Nilong Sword. Mo Wen was also injured under the Nilong Sword, and had no time to collect the broken pieces of the sword and escape.

The publicity to the outside world that Mo Wen San Dao killed the Wandering Witch was indeed true. However, without the secret method of the Blood Sea, it would not be easy for him to win, and he might even lose.

At the moment when he was shocked.

The Clear Spring Sword struck the Blood Knife high, and the sound of the clear spring water suddenly became louder. However, the sound was fragmented. Han Yi's throat felt sweet, and he endured the overwhelming feeling in his organs, with a sharp look in his eyes.

The Qingping sword that broke through the space and approached Mo Wen shuttled through its afterimage.

Mo Wen's face was solemn, his figure flashed again, and the returning Qingping Sword failed again, with a slight sneer on his face.

Just at this time.

A flash of blood caught his eyes.

Blood?

My knife?

No.

As soon as this sense of wrongness emerged from my heart, a fatal crisis descended madly, occupying my soul and consciousness in an instant.

Puff.

The sound of a long sword piercing the flesh suddenly sounded.

A blood sword shot out dozens of meters and pierced the ground diagonally, covering half of the sword body. On the sword body, blood stains dripped along the edge of the blood sword.

On the battlefield, Mo Wen looked down at a hole in his chest, his pupils trembled, and a trace of horror appeared on his face. As soon as he raised his head, a trace of blue-black light came into his eyes, like a life-claiming arrow, just hitting his face.

The spiritual sea was destroyed, and in the moment of horror, the body's magic power had suddenly become chaotic. Under this sword light, even if he wanted to move, he seemed powerless.

Peng.

The Qingping sword directly pierced his head, and his head exploded directly.

A blood shadow fell from the sky and inserted in front of him. It was the blood knife that collided with the Qingquan Sword.

At the same time, Han Yi did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became more vigilant. He retreated about a hundred meters and waved his hand gently, calling back the blood sword that had been lurking and took the opportunity to pierce Mo Wen's spiritual sea, and the Qingping Sword that repeatedly shuttled and finally pierced his head.

From the previous experience, whether it was the demon cultivators of Wanxinghai or Han Yi's in-depth understanding of the foundation-building period, they all understood that when a cultivator reaches the foundation-building period, even if the spiritual sea is broken, even if the head is moved, even if the sea of ​​consciousness is broken, it is not necessarily dead.

Because the soul is still there.

For example, at this moment, Mo Wen's soul can still control the blood knife and pounce directly to self-destruct. If the explosion of the blood knife is unexpected, it can definitely achieve the effect of mutual destruction.

This is what Han Yi was guarding against.

As expected.

On the corpse that fell to the ground, a soul shadow emerged. This was a miniature version of Mo Wen. As soon as it emerged, there was a blank look in its soul's eyes. Then the soul trembled, as if it had sensed the coldness and finally woke up.

The soul looked at the corpse under its feet, and then at Han Yi who was retreating. It had already understood the cause and effect.

Then.

The soul rushed towards Han Yi without hesitation. The two swords in front of Han Yi strangled him again, but flashed through the shadow of the soul and had no effect on the soul.

"Your body is mine." Mo Wen laughed grimly and rushed into Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness from the center of his eyebrows.

In the sea of ​​consciousness space.

Mo Wen's grinning soul suddenly stopped laughing.

He looked at Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness space, his soul was confused.

"This is not right. How can your sea of ​​consciousness be so big?"

"Even if you are a first-class immortal, it can't be so big."

"Damn it, I know, you are the reincarnation of a true lord, so your sea of ​​consciousness can be so big."

"But even if you are the reincarnation of a true lord, no matter how big your sea of ​​consciousness is, what's the use? It's just a wedding dress for me."

Mo Wen's soul laughed wildly, and then pounced on Han Yi who was sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​consciousness.

For him, this was a death crisis, but it was also a fairy fate.

Such a huge sea of ​​consciousness is already in the category of the late stage of foundation building.

He had heard of this kind of situation before, that is, the reincarnation of the Yuanying True Lord. Once the reincarnated soul, after being promoted to the foundation building stage, broke the mystery in the womb, and the soul awakened the memory of the previous life, it can immediately expand the sea of ​​consciousness to the size of the late stage of foundation building. In time, it can even be promoted to the level of the golden elixir stage.

However, in this case, the strength of his soul still corresponds to his realm, and this is his chance.

Mo Wen had never heard of the first-class immortal foundation at the soul level. If he had known about this, he would have fled as far as possible at this moment, instead of heading directly to the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Yi's soul stood up, and a sword behind his soul soared into the air. This sword was of course not a magic weapon, but a condensed form of the soul. Han Yi named it the Sword of the Soul, or the Soul Sword for short.

The long sword was gray and white, similar to the chaotic energy. It stabbed out silently and had already penetrated into the soul of Mo Wen who was rushing over.

"What is that?" Mo Wen trembled and screamed in horror.

Before he could react, the Soul Sword swept wildly and directly crushed his soul into pieces.

However, the soul is different from the body after all. After being extinguished into pieces, the soul recondensed, but this time, it was half smaller than the last time, only half the height of Han Yi.

Mo Wen's soul was horrified, and with a strange cry, he turned around and fled.

However, the sea of ​​consciousness was Han Yi's space. Where could his soul escape to?

Han Yi felt that it was not fast enough, and another soul sword was condensed, rushing up to strangle him madly.

Then.

The third, the fourth... until nine soul swords were condensed, Han Yi felt that it was a bit difficult to continue.

Under the strangulation of the nine soul swords, Mo Wen's soul was already dying in just three breaths, and even in the end, even the entity could not condense.

"Senior, let me go... I am willing to swear... to follow you forever."

"Please... spare my life, let me go..."

"Please..."

Finally, Mo Wen's soul completely changed into a group of soul fragments, floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, no longer condensing.

Nine soul swords were inserted in front of the soul.

The battle of souls was just a snap of a finger.

Outside, Mo Wen's spirit rushed towards Han Yi, only to see Han Yi's body stiffen.

Gu Yu, who had retreated more than 30 meters away, had already woken up from his shock. He had no time to think and was about to pounce on Han Yi and kill him.

In his opinion, Mo Wen's soul must have possessed Han Yi. However, after possessing the body, if the host dies again, then the soul will be extremely weak and cannot continue to possess the body in a short time.

This is his chance.

Just as he started to move, he saw Han Yi turned around.

"Brother Gu, it's me, Han Yi."

The voice was still the same voice, but the soul might not be the same soul.

Gu Yu's figure paused slightly and hesitated. He had never encountered such a situation.

Moreover, the strength displayed by Han Yi just now made him think that this was an experienced senior brother in the middle stage of foundation building, not a newcomer who had just entered the foundation building stage.

However, the fight between Han Yi and Mo Wen was too fast, and the turn was too abrupt, which caught him off guard and left him completely shocked.

However.

After Mo Wen's soul rushed into Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, Han Yi recovered too quickly.

Possession is impossible to be so fast.

While Gu Yu hesitated.

Han Yi was not idle, as he was still on the battlefield, and it was not the time to relax his vigilance.

He first put the two long swords floating in front of him into the storage bag, and the other fell back into the scabbard behind him.

Then, he swung his body and stepped over a hundred meters, landing on Mo Wen's headless body, took out the storage bag on his body, and then put the blood knife stuck in front of his body into the storage bag.

Then.

He also took back the Qingquan Sword and Jinguang Shuttle that were scattered around and had no time to be taken back.

There was a slight scratch on the edge of the Jinguang Shuttle. Han Yi quickly checked it and breathed a sigh of relief. This magic weapon was not damaged.

As for the Qingquan Sword, there was a crack on the silver-white sword body from the tip of the sword to the hilt, and the crack went straight into the middle of the sword body. This top-grade magic weapon was already on the verge of being scrapped.

As for the Jiuli dagger that was scattered around and used to self-destruct and hide the blood-colored long sword, Han Yi did not pick up its fragments.

Although the name of this set of magic tools is magical, it is indeed just an ordinary middle-grade magic tool. It can be regarded as playing its greatest role in this battle.

Then, before leaving, Han Yi habitually threw a bursting talisman on Mo Wen's body.

After the bursting talisman was activated and fell, Han Yi realized that this place was not the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range or the Ten Thousand Stars Sea. Even if he killed the monks of the Blood God Sect or the Heavenly Soul Sect, he would not be afraid of being discovered.

The reaction just now was just his subconscious behavior. It seems that he must pay attention next time.

And on the side.

Seeing Han Yi so skillfully collecting the magic tools and storage bags, and throwing the bursting talisman to destroy the body, Gu Yu's face was strange, as if he was meeting this junior brother in front of him for the first time.

However, he was also relieved. Han Yi's performance, whether it was the proficiency of his magic tools or his behavior, did not show any weakness after the possession of the body. It seems that this magical junior brother was indeed not possessed, but killed Mo Wen's soul.

Thinking of this, Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the result was good and exceeded his expectations.

He just entered the foundation building stage and killed Mo Wen.

If there is no evidence, who would believe it if it was said out?

And Han Yi just destroyed Mo Wen's body with the Explosion Talisman, and Gu Yu also vaguely knew why this junior brother was so low-key.

If it weren't for Wan Xinghai, he killed the demon cultivator and probably reached the foundation building stage. Everyone would think that he was lucky to build a foundation, not strong.

However, under normal circumstances, even if it is a legendary disciple, the gap between the foundation building stage and the ordinary foundation building stage promoted from the peak of Qi Refining should not be so big.

Now it seems that Han Yi is really special.

"Senior Brother Gu, do you still have the strength to fight?" Han Yi's questioning voice woke Gu Yu up.

He nodded, his face solemn: "Yes, this time out, why fear death, only fight to the death."

Han Yi looked around, then raised his head and looked sideways at the sky ahead.

At this moment, the fighting has gradually expanded. The foundation-building cultivators flew hundreds of meters in an instant. The ground and the air were all battlefields, while the battlefields of the Jindan cultivators were all in the air. The fighting was terrifying, just like at this moment, in the sky, Huo Ming controlled the Abyss Fire Cauldron and fought with the opponent's Jindan cultivator.

However, looking at the situation, although the Abyss Fire is strong, it has a disadvantage, that is, if the opponent is prepared and deliberately avoids the Abyss Fire, then this kind of weird liquid flame will lose its greatest role of surprise.

However, even if the Abyss Fire cannot burn the opponent's Jindan cultivator, Huo Ming still forced the opponent to be extremely embarrassed with the help of the Abyss Fire Cauldron.

Han Yi retracted his gaze to the sky, and his face did not reduce.

"Senior Brother Gu, Senior Brother An Xin is at a disadvantage, let's go to help."

After Han Yi finished speaking, he was about to take off, but at this time.

A cold voice sounded in the minds of the two.

"It's not that easy to leave."

As soon as the voice fell, Han Yi and Gu Yu turned around and looked behind them vigilantly. They saw a monk in a black robe walking from three hundred meters away.

In less than a moment, he was already two hundred meters away.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Han Yi and the others, less than thirty meters away.

This rapid change of figure made Han Yi and the others change their faces, especially Gu Yu, who had a look of horror in his eyes.

"It's Yu Ming from the Tianhun Sect, run away."

Although Gu Yu wanted to fight to the death, he didn't want to die foolishly. His fight to the death was a meaningful fight, not a meaningless sacrifice.

"Want to escape, it's too late!"

Yu Ming sneered, flipped his hand, and held a palm-sized bronze bell in his hand. Then, he shook it gently. Strangely, no sound came out, but Gu Yu's horrified face did suddenly freeze.

And Han Yi, who was beside Gu Yu, also had a blank look in his eyes.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a huge sound of a bronze bell, which resounded through the sea of ​​consciousness. The turbulence caused by the bell formed a wave of destruction, which destroyed the soul.

However, this wave swept across Han Yi's soul, and his soul was only slightly shaken, just like sitting in a carriage, a little bumpy, but it was not a big deal.

The blankness in Han Yi's eyes dissipated, and his eyes condensed slightly.

This is a soul attack. By the way, the opponent is a cultivator from the Tianhun Sect. This sect is best at soul attacks, and the means are strange and hard to defend.

If I can get close, I will surprise him and give him a sword, which will surely have a miraculous effect.

Thinking of this, Han Yi did not move, his eyes pretending to be confused.