Chapter 164 A Life-and-Death Battle

The distance between the town and the White Crane Immortal City is not close, it is a full twenty miles. Han Yi flying with his sword at full speed will probably take about one stick of incense.

For mortals, one stick of incense is so short that it can be almost ignored.

But in the eyes of cultivators, too many things can happen in one stick of incense.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and it may be reversed in just a moment, let alone the time of one stick of incense.

So, when he took off again, Han Yi did not hesitate to consume his mana, and directly squeezed the mana of the sea of ​​spirits and the soul of the sea of ​​consciousness at the fastest speed, rushing forward madly.

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

At the critical moment, he no longer hid his figure, just wanting to reach the Immortal City in the shortest time. Once he entered the White Crane City, the Blood God Sect cultivators would never dare to attack the city, even if they attacked the city, they could not do it.

Time is running out. When they crossed a ten-mile area and were only ten miles away from the fairy city, a terrifying sonic boom sounded from behind. Han Yi turned around and looked. His eyes suddenly opened, his face changed drastically, and he was horrified.

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

When he turned around and looked, his face changed drastically again. The golden light was less than one kilometer away from him.

Fast, fast, too fast.

It's too late.

Han Yi's mind flashed this thought, and he sank and fled downward. There was a small river below, with low mountains and forests on one side of the river and tracts of abandoned farmland on the other.

If he continued to fly in the air, he would be an excellent target. Going forward, although it was wide, was a dead end. Going downward, he could use the terrain or the river to hide his body and take the opportunity to escape.

Choosing one of the two dilemmas, Han Yi fell below.

However

Han Yi's speed was much slower than that of his opponent.

When he just landed on the ground and had not yet escaped into the river or low forest, a roar, as if it was earth-shattering, suddenly came.

"Kill my son, die!"

A golden light flashed and was caught by Han Yi's peripheral vision. The next moment, the golden light was within ten meters.

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

Golden shuttle.

However, compared with his own exploded golden shuttle, this one was bigger, faster, and stronger.

It shone with golden light, and the aura it burst out was far greater than any magic weapon he had ever faced.

Magic weapon.

This was a genuine magic weapon.

Han Yi's hair on his back stood up, and his mind was shocked, and he instinctively swung the sword.

The black light and broken sword flashed by.

The gold and black colors collided in an instant.

The terrifying power overturned him and knocked him down ten meters. He plowed a scratch of more than 100 meters in the abandoned farmland. At the end of the scratch, Han Yi vomited blood and looked horrified.

The black sword flew high over his head and stuck behind him. A hundred meters away, the broken sword was inserted into the farmland and submerged the top of the hilt.

Although the broken black sword was not broken, it was also shaking violently, and the spiritual consciousness attached to it was mostly shattered.

Han Yi's vomiting blood was generally caused by the collision between the golden shuttle and the black sword. On the one hand, it was because most of his spiritual consciousness was destroyed, and his soul was implicated, suppressing the injuries in his body.

The violent spiritual energy in the sky was wiped out by a sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

The golden shuttle reappeared in its original form and floated in front of a monk.

The monk slowly landed and met Han Yi's eyes.

This was a monk who was nearly 70 years old, wearing a blood-colored robe with bright, uncoagulated blood stains on the robe.

The aura of the cultivator was completely stimulated and spread out, without any concealment. On the opposite side of the river, the low forests were covered with fallen leaves, and in the abandoned farmland, insects and mosquitoes were directly killed by this momentum. In the farther place, mortals crawled on the ground, trembling all over, motionless.

Han Yi met his blood-red eyes and saw the hatred deep in his bones.

"Tian Qingcheng, my son Yuan Bai was killed and the Golden Light Shuttle was lost. I have been looking for more than ten years and tortured countless Xuandan Sect cultivators. Today, the enemy was finally revealed."

The murderous intent in Yuan Changtian's eyes was real.

The life span of a foundation-building cultivator can reach about 250 years. He gave birth to a son at the age of 200. It can be said that he had a son in his old age. He treated his son as a treasure. He even gave his son the Golden Light Shuttle, the top-grade magic weapon he had just obtained when he entered the foundation-building period.

Unexpectedly, during a simple mission, his son died in the hands of Xuandan Sect. The soul tablet placed in the Blood God Sect was broken that night. When he arrived at Tianqing City, he could only find a body burned by the explosion talisman.

Since then, he has been looking for the person who killed his son, wanting to kill him for revenge.

After more than ten years, this time was his last time to kill the Xuandan Sect cultivator. The original plan was to go far away to Dayong after this time. As for the blood feud, he couldn't find the enemy, so he had no choice but to give up.

Unexpectedly, there was a clue this time.

In the village provided by Lu Zhi, he found the fragments of the Golden Light Shuttle. This magic weapon was the magic weapon he used in the early stage of foundation building. He had used it for more than 30 years, so he was naturally familiar with it. Even if it was broken, he could still capture a familiar breath of the magic weapon, and it was impossible to recognize it wrong.

If the lost Golden Light Shuttle is found, then the person who killed his son is definitely this person.

A few dozen meters away, Han Yi, who struggled to get up, changed his face and his pupils shrank slightly.

He would never forget the night in Tian Qingcheng. He did not expect that the other party could recognize him through the golden shuttle.

Yuan Changtian confirmed this again from Han Yi's slight expression change, and his face flashed a ferocious look.

"It is so."

"God has eyes."

"Die!"

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

Fast, fast, too fast.

It was so fast that Han Yi could not even activate the third-level talisman, Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman, which was at the bottom of the box.

In this case, if he took out the talisman from the storage bag, it would delay this less than one-tenth of a moment. When the talisman was taken out, whether it was activated or not, the golden shuttle would have pierced his body.

Even if there was a talisman, the best result would be a mutual destruction.

Han Yi even suspected that Yuan Changtian would not give him time to activate the talisman.

Just like when he faced Han Xuxiao not long ago, Han Xuxiao took out the talisman, but his black light broken sword had already pierced his head, so even if there was a talisman, it would be useless.

Under the gap in strength, the talisman may not be useful, because you will not even have time to activate it.

In less than one tenth of a second, Han Yi had figured it out between his thoughts.

The black light broken sword was too far away, and it was too late to pull out the Qingping sword behind him. The time left for him to react was only enough to take out an item from the storage bag, and this item could not be a talisman, because it might not be activated, and even if it could be activated, he would die.

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

This was a blood-colored long sword.

From Mo Wen's blood-colored long sword, this sword magic weapon was already the top-grade magic weapon.

Han Yi took out this magic weapon in order to block the opponent and give himself more time to avoid the attack of the golden shuttle and activate the third-level spiritual talisman.

Boom!

The golden light hit, the blood knife broke, and the broken knife passed the side of the head, leaving a scratch on the left forehead. Han Yi was shocked, blood splashed from his tiger's mouth, and he was holding the broken blood knife. He was bombarded and retreated hundreds of meters.

"Huh?"

"Wendao Knife? Mo Wen also died in your hands"

"Humph, in this case, I will not spare you."

The golden light paused, and blasted away at a faster speed.

However.

After the blood knife blocked, a golden spiritual talisman appeared in Han Yi's hand while flying a hundred meters.

There were two symbols with many strokes on the spiritual talisman, which looked like a kind of ancient characters.

The life-saving method given by Yuan Shun, the third-level spiritual talisman, the Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman.

Before landing, Han Yi's mana flowed from his hand into the talisman, and the talisman lit up.

The next moment, a terrifying suction force came from the talisman, instantly draining about 80% of Han Yi's mana from his spiritual sea, causing his face to change again.

If this talisman still doesn't work, he will have no choice but to die. Even if he abandons his body and his soul escapes into the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, he may not be able to defeat the other party.

Although his soul is strong, he is still much weaker than a cultivator who is at the peak of foundation building and on the verge of forming a pill.

Even with the extremely powerful soul technique of the five declines of the soul, Han Yi has no confidence in winning in the battle of souls.

In an instant, his mind turned wildly.

The talisman in his hand has turned into a blazing light. Holding the light in his hand, Han Yi thought he was holding a sun.

With a sudden inspiration, Han Yi crushed the light in his palm, and his consciousness attached to the light, pointing to Yuan Changtian's position more than a hundred meters away.

In an instant.

A flame jumped up from his hand.

This flame was different from all the flames Han Yi had seen. It was different from ordinary flames, different from the Yuan Fire of Huo Ming Zhenren, different from the Dan Fire of Mu Jianxu, and even more different from the Xuanyuan Liuding Divine Fire of the Tai Shang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace.

This flame was like a ball of light condensed. Saying that it was fire was just Han Yi's subconscious reaction.

This ball of light that gathered was pure white.

The light jumped and directly reached the top of Yuan Changtian's head, more than a hundred meters away.

The activation of the talisman was not fast, and Han Yi also needed time to crush the light. These two actions made the golden light shuttle go one step further and almost reach his eyes.

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

At this time.

Yuan Changtian suddenly raised his head and saw the strange white light that drilled out of the void. His heart was throbbing. The sign of death was magnified and climbed to the peak in an instant.

"Level 3 talisman."

Yuan Changtian didn't recognize this talisman, but at this moment, it didn't prevent him from sensing the level of the talisman from the threat it gave him.

The talisman that could make him feel the sign of death must be above level 3, equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Jindan cultivator.

The speed of the talisman was equivalent to a Jindan attack, and even he didn't have time to react much. When his face changed drastically, he only had time to throw out a magic weapon.

Unlike Han Yi, Han Yi had many magic weapons, but they were all relatively simple in nature, all offensive magic weapons.

The magic weapon thrown by Yuan Changtian was a defensive magic weapon.

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

However, just when the golden umbrella was halfway open, the light had silently burned through the half-opened umbrella and fell on Yuan Changtian.

Instantly.

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

The Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman, which contained an extremely yang fire that could burn the body and soul, was difficult to extinguish and would naturally dissipate after 49 days.

At the same time.

When the flame just started, the golden light was already approaching Han Yi within three meters from a hundred meters away.

At this moment, his body had just landed and was not standing firmly. His right hand released the broken blood knife, and blood flowed from his tiger's mouth.

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

The broken black sword.

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

The golden and black light collided again.

This time, because the position was lower, and Han Yi did not fly the sword, but held it.

A terrifying force was transmitted from the sword.

Crack...

First the wrist, then the elbow, and then the elbow, a series of cracking sounds, almost at the same time.

The bones of both hands were broken, and Han Yi had this thought.

Then.

The broken sword pressed on his chest, and his internal organs were directly shaken to the point of being broken and displaced.

Puff.

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

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

Under the pressure of the golden light.

This time, Han Yi was like a cannonball, and was directly blown away, and the weeds in the deserted farmland were pressed directly to the ground.

In less than a moment, a figure in the deserted farmland smashed a mound, and the speed did not slow down, and it directly blasted into a low hill and was deeply embedded in it.

This collision directly knocked him out more than 300 meters.

Along the road, blood stains were scattered, dyeing the fields red, like a bloody road.

"Cough cough..."

A few coughs of blood were heard from the hill.

A figure shook off the sand and stones and rushed out.

The sleeves of his robe had been torn to pieces, turning into powder and scattered, revealing two bloody arms. The arms drooped weakly, but they were tightly holding a black broken sword. Blood flowed directly from the arms like water and dripped along the broken sword.

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

Although his condition was terrible after the previous blow, he still had the strength to fight. He had skin injuries, broken bones in both hands, broken ribs in his chest, and his five organs were broken and dislocated.

Such injuries may be fatal to a cultivator in the Qi training stage. However, for a cultivator in the foundation building stage, they have stronger vitality and can forcibly support such injuries for a period of time. As long as the soul is not extinguished and the spiritual sea is not broken, the damage to the physical body is ultimately limited.

Han Yi rushed out of the small mound and looked at Yuan Changtian, who was more than 300 meters away.

He saw a human-shaped torch rushing towards him quickly. Through the pure white flame that did not seem to be very powerful but was inextinguishable, Han Yi saw a pair of eyes filled with blood and his heart trembled immediately.

The third-level spiritual talisman is effective, and the opponent is dead.

However, judging from the situation, the opponent will not die immediately. Before dying, he will definitely drag himself to the underworld.

These two thoughts emerged at the same time.

Han Yi's heart was chilled and he turned around and fled.

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

Yuan Changtian didn't even think about controlling the Golden Light Shuttle, but rushed towards him. Does it mean that the other party is no longer able to control the Golden Light Shuttle under the pure white flame?

As soon as this thought came to mind, a set of daggers appeared beside Han Yi.

Top-grade magic weapon, Tiandu dagger.

Six daggers, all black, rushed towards Yuan Changtian in an instant.

To Han Yi's surprise, Yuan Changtian did not dodge, but rushed straight over.

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

It was the flame that burned all the consciousness.

When the six Tiandu daggers pierced Yuan Changtian's body, they were also stained by the pure white flame. Once the flame burned, the consciousness attached to the dagger was burned.

Moreover, this burning was faster and more terrifying than when he encountered Lu Zhi before, and his soul was in great pain.

"Can't be stained by a single flame." Han Yi's hair stood on end.

Then.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and two more swords appeared beside him.

Top-grade sword, Panlong Sword.

Top-grade sword, Zhanmo Sword.

Panlong Sword was obtained from the halberd-wielding young man who was suspected to be the descendant of the Great Gan Duke in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.

Zhanmo Sword was obtained from Xue He of the Blood God Sect.

These two swords were just ordinary top-grade swords. After he entered the ninth level of Qi training, they were no longer very useful, so they were kept in the storage bag for emergency use.

And at this time, they were just used.

Han Yi, who was retreating, had a fierce look in his eyes again.

Panlong Sword and Zhanmo Sword jumped up, one on the left and one on the right, and were directly detonated by Han Yi's consciousness before approaching Yuan Changtian three meters.

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

His eyes were bloodshot, and a stream of blood and tears flowed from them, passing across his cheeks, but he was indifferent.

The explosion of the two top-grade swords turned into two streams of broken swords, rushing towards Yuan Changtian.

The slight puffing sound, like hundreds of bullets piercing through wooden boards, sounded at the same time.

Yuan Changtian, who was rushing to kill him, paused, and blood-stained fragments fell to the ground from behind him. He was severely injured and screamed wildly and roared with all his might. This roar revealed a fierce aura.

However, Han Yi, who was retreating, was not surprised but happy, because his crazy roar also revealed that he was at the end of his strength. As long as he held on for a while, he could drag the opponent to death.

He was good at this.

Han Yi's bloodshot eyes were full of fierceness.

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

This was his portable magic weapon that he got when he killed Xue He when he killed the demon in Wanxinghai.

He got it from the Blood God Sect and used it for the Blood God Sect.

Han Yi's body shook for a while, and he was almost exhausted.

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

The blood sword pointed at.

Yuan Changtian was also on the verge of death, unable to dodge, and crashed into him.

Puff.

An arm burning with pure white flames flew far away.

The blood sword was also stained with flames, and after a moment, it melted into the flames, and the flames went out.

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

"Come again." The obsession had already arisen in his mind.

Then.

He threw out the magic weapons in the storage bag one by one. Every time one exploded, his soul was shaken, and his injuries became more serious.

Yuan Changtian's figure was blocked, and Han Yi took the opportunity to distance himself. The other party survived the magic weapon explosion and rushed over again. Han Yi exploded the magic weapon again...

This was a complete loss-making, even close to a mutual destruction, but Han Yi had no choice but to use this method to exhaust the other party.

So.

The two chased and fled, their speed became slower and slower. In the end, every step was as heavy as Mount Tai. Gradually, they were approaching the edge of the farmland.

Crossing the edge of the farmland, Han Yi's heart trembled. The magic weapon in his storage bag was empty.

He had no regrets in his heart. He was already controlling his last complete magic weapon, the Qingping Sword, and rushed up.

Intermittent weak consciousness flowed into the Qingping Sword.

The Qingping Sword swayed and swooped down towards Yuan Changtian.

In the past, the consciousness integrated into the magic weapon could detonate the magic weapon as long as it was pressed hard to disrupt the inherent formation or hardware structure in the magic weapon.

However.

This time, there was a resistance from the Qingping Sword.

Han Yi was slightly stunned, and the Qingping Sword had already pierced through the head of Yuan Changtian, who was almost in human form, like an arrow from a bow.

The Qingping Sword flew out dozens of meters and inserted obliquely into the ground.

However, the flame on the dark blue sword did not melt it. Instead, the flame was wiped by an invisible force and extinguished directly.

Puff.

Yuan Changtian, whose head was pierced, suddenly froze. His body rushed forward and crashed into the farmland. His body turned into a burning corpse.

This sword.

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

At this time, Yuan Changtian had really reached the last moment of his life. In his vague consciousness, he had only one obsession, which was to drag the other party to death together.

But in fact, in addition to the obsession, his soul was burned, leaving only a shell.

Even without this sword, he might not be able to kill Han Yi.

The Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman not only acts on the body, but also on the soul. After the head was pierced, the soul happened to be burned into nothingness.

Even if he was unwilling, it was all ashes.

On the other side.

Han Yi was also seriously injured and almost unable to move. He was covered in blood. His right hand was drooping weakly, holding the only broken sword. His eyes were covered in blood and blurred. He could see the flames chasing him.

At this moment, Han Yi was better than Yuan Changtian, but not much better. Although he was not dead, he looked close to death.

Seeing Yuan Changtian turned into a ball of fire, Han Yi did not relax, but forced himself to be alert. In the space of the sea of ​​consciousness, his soul staggered to stand up. A soul sword separated, but trembled, dissipated again, and merged into the soul body.

Even the soul sword could not condense, which showed how badly Han Yi's soul was injured.

However.

In the next battle of soul, even if there was no soul sword, Han Yi would fight to the death to perform the five decays of soul.

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

Han Yi did not dare to be careless. He waited for a whole stick of incense before he was completely relieved.

The other party's soul was extinguished by the strange flame.

There was no need to fight the soul battle.

This battle was won.

Han Yi wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. There was blood in his throat. After spitting it out, he felt a little better.

At this moment.

A voice came from the sky, with joy, but it made Han Yi startled.

"It is destined that I, the old Taoist, will be successful and find such a good disciple."

"It is God's will."

"Excellent, wonderful."