Chapter 78: Fighting

Han Yi was completely unfamiliar with the appearance of the middle-aged scholar, and confirmed that he had never seen him before.

When he was in Tianqing City, if he turned his head and looked like Tao Shouhua at that time, he would be able to find that it was this middle-aged scholar who killed Lu Su.

"Brother Shi, it was him who killed Kang Feiyang and Huang Tao in Tianqing City. He is very powerful, so you need to be careful."

The first young man looked at Han Yi with a solemn face. His magic power was ready to move, and he was extremely serious.

"Oh, he was able to kill two seventh-level masters in Tianqing City, and now he killed Junior Brother Zhou. It seems that it really takes some effort."

The middle-aged elegant monk named Shi Heng looked at Han Yi. Although he said "it takes some effort", he was already very alert in his heart.

As soon as the voice fell.

Without any summons, he suddenly moved.

The extremely fast figure, like lightning, crossed ten meters in a flash, and was less than three meters away from Han Yi. The silver folding fan in his hand was swung forward.

The folding fan turned, scattering a ring of silver light, which covered the thin moonlight. It looked beautiful, but in fact it contained a fatal crisis.

Han Yi sensed a hint of danger. This middle-aged man was very strong, very strong, not comparable to the eighth-level Qi training cultivator he had just killed. He was not an ordinary eighth-level Qi training cultivator, but the top eighth-level cultivator.

He retreated backwards, and the light body technique pulled him back ten meters in an instant, and deviated three meters sideways.

Swish!

The silver light shone silently, passing Han Yi's original position, and a slight crackling sound was heard ten meters behind his original position.

Han Yi looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Broken, the dozen or so giant trees with a diameter of five or six meters behind him began to slide down slowly. The silver light that flashed just now directly cut the dozen or so giant trees in half, and only made a very slight sound.

Han Yi turned his head to look at the silver folding fan floating in the air, and his heart became solemn.

This magic weapon is definitely a top-grade magic weapon, and it is the top-grade magic weapon.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged elegant monk seemed surprised that Han Yi could dodge his sudden attack. Although his face was calm, his heart was more solemn.

"Kill." He pulled his hands, and the silver scale fan that was floating in front of him suddenly changed. The original fan was only half a circle, but this change was directly pulled outward again, completely forming a circle, the fan blades were flattened, and the folding fan became a silver disk.

Top-grade magic weapon, the second form of the silver scale fan.

"Go!"

The disc suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of Han Yi as if teleporting. His face did not change. He had been prepared when he moved sideways and saw the power of this magic weapon.

A flame shield was instantly stretched out.

Bang!

The flames were scattered, the shield was broken, and the disc paused.

Han Yi's face did not change. He pressed his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger on his thumb. He flicked sideways, and three spiritual lights appeared. They suddenly crossed a distance of four meters and collided with another magic weapon. He was not unfamiliar with this magic weapon. It was a blood-colored long banner-shaped magic weapon, the Blood Soul Banner.

Bang, bang, bang!

The spiritual fingers exploded one after another, directly destroying half of this medium-grade magic weapon and throwing it out.

Three meters behind the magic weapon, another figure appeared. It was the cultivator that Han Yi had let go in Tianqing City.

The cultivator's face changed drastically. He caught the Blood Soul Banner with a painful look on his face and retreated.

He also realized instantly that this battle was not something he could intervene in.

And Han Yi also did not forget that the enemy here was not only the middle-aged scholar, but also another Qi training level 8 cultivator.

However, this Qi training level 8 cultivator had just entered the eighth level and posed no threat to Han Yi at the moment.

After Han Yi threw out three Lingxu fingers sideways, he ignored them and quickly turned around.

At this moment.

The shattered fire shield technique had not yet completely dissipated, and the paused disc encountered an obstacle and could not be driven again.

And he was waiting for this moment of stagnation.

It was his turn.

Clang!

Two daggers suddenly appeared on the left and right sides.

This time, the shape of the dagger was different from the past. The dagger shook slightly, and there was a circle of light red halo on its surface,

Lihuo Sword Technique.

Use the sword control technique to control the wind demon dagger, perform the Lihuo Sword Technique, and add the dagger's own wind attribute.

This attack.

Almost half of his full strength.

"Go!" Han Yi shouted softly, and put his two fingers together, slashing vertically from top to bottom.

The face of the middle-aged scholar who was more than ten meters away suddenly changed.

He knew the power of the silver scale fan. The first attack was dodged, and after changing to the second form, the second attack was blocked. This was unexpected.

When Han Yi's two daggers, like two streams of light, appeared, they were already within three meters. He was covered with cold hair. Without thinking, the magic power surged out and condensed a wall of light in front of him.

Defensive spell, light wall spell.

While condensing the light wall, his other hand had already flipped, and two talismans appeared in his hand. He slapped them on his body without hesitation.

Two green lights flashed out from the talisman, and instantly spread to form an elliptical shield. Above the shield, green flashed rapidly.

A first-class spiritual talisman, a body protection talisman, and two of them.

If someone is inexperienced, facing Han Yi's attack, he will only think about taking one step at a time.

But the middle-aged scholar had so much experience in fighting that he understood the power of Han Yi's move in an instant. It must be as terrifying as a killer. Without hesitation, he used his magic power to condense a defensive light wall, and instantly consumed two first-level high-quality talismans at all costs, in order to be foolproof.

If he died, the talisman would only benefit the opponent, so in a fight, the most important thing is to ensure his own survival, not other things.

Unfortunately.

He still underestimated the power of Han Yi's two daggers, and even more underestimated Han Yi's experience.

Whoosh!

The two daggers did not move side by side, but one in front and one behind, forming a connection, using the method of breaking the surface with a point.

Peng.

The light wall shattered instantly, and it couldn't even stop for a moment.

Puff!

As if the sound of a sharp blade piercing a cloth bag, the green light shield formed by the first body protection talisman shattered instantly, and the first dagger just paused slightly, and the light red halo on it dissipated by half.

Then.

The dagger pierced through the second green light shield, and finally fell down due to exhaustion.

However, the second dagger that followed it suddenly increased its speed, passed through the second light shield, and flashed past, piercing the middle-aged monk who was dodging sideways but had not completely moved away.

Boom! !

His right arm exploded at the shoulder.

The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically, and in an instant, the third talisman appeared in his hand, and he was about to slap it on the broken arm.

At this moment.

A black light suddenly hit his eyes.

"What is that?" The middle-aged scholar was startled, but he did not stop slapping his arm.