Chapter 83 Han Xuxiao

He walked forward and took a look at the charred corpse. The fatal injury to the corpse was not the Yin Lei Fu, but the Ling Fu, which only split its skin and flesh, paralyzed its whole body, and temporarily lost its ability to defend.

Physical cultivators have strong bodies and are most afraid of thunder-attributed spells.

The Lingxu Finger followed closely behind, taking advantage of its open defense and submerging it. This was the direct cause of death.

Han Yi was fortunate that he was so cautious that he could kill the strongest person he had met so far.

He picked up the halberd that was thrown dozens of meters away and put it in the storage bag. The halberd was made of special materials and was blown away at the beginning. It was not broken or damaged. The gold-plated surface was the same as before.

Then, Han Yi squatted down and picked up the storage bag of the sturdy young man from the charred corpse.

Then, out of habit, he searched around the corpse and found a bag that was smaller than the average storage bag.

Han Yi picked it up.

The bag was black, but the size of a palm. The material was like gold, but not gold. It was so light that it was almost weightless. Even if it was placed on the palm of the hand, it was almost imperceptible except for the soft and gentle touch.

Han Yi identified it and did not recognize what it was, so he was about to throw it into the storage bag. The next moment, he was stunned.

The black bag in the palm of his hand did not move.

Can't put it in?

He thought he had made a mistake just now, and couldn't help but scan it with his mind, trying to put it in the storage bag again.

This time, Han Yi felt it more clearly. The black bag in front of him was not resisting the storage bag, but the storage bag could not accommodate this bag. .

So far, he has not encountered anything that cannot be put into the storage bag.

Thinking of some common sense of cultivation that he had heard before, Han Yi's face suddenly became overjoyed.

"This, this can't be the Qiankun bag?"

However, this is not the time to explore, Han Yi put it close to his body, and then confirmed that there was nothing valuable in the surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters except the charred corpse, so he turned around and ran to the periphery.

Two quarters of an hour later.

A young man in a blood-red robe appeared in front of the charred corpse. He leaned down, identified the identity of the corpse, stood up suddenly, and exclaimed.

"It's Senior Brother Liao Yan."

"Senior Brother Liao was killed? This, this... How is it possible??"

"That sword immortal, who is only at the seventh level of Qi training, how could he kill Senior Brother Liao, who is a senior Qi training?"

The young man's face suddenly changed.

"No, damn it. Senior Brother Liao is the disciple of Master Qi, and his identity is extremely special. If he dies here, it will be troublesome."

"In addition, he has the Qiankun bag given by Uncle An. The things in the bag are more important than this mission."

"We must tell Senior Brother Han quickly."

This young man is the cultivator who acted with Han Xuxiao, the son of the Blood God of the Blood God Sect.

It's just that the division of labor is different. Han Xuxiao is responsible for keeping an eye on the tiger monster, pushing all the way, and destroying the Xuandan Sect disciples who are traveling with him, while Liao Yan is responsible for collecting the precious spiritual plants originally guarded by the monster tiger. After collecting them, they will work together to hunt down the Xuandan Sect disciples.

Before, this young man also told Liao Yan that they met a sword fairy, and Liao Yan showed great interest.

Sword fairy, killing is the first.

And the body cultivator is on the road of immortality and indestructibility of the flesh, and it is inevitable to be excited when meeting a sword fairy.

The young cultivator flashed away. He needed to tell Han Xuxiao what happened here. This matter was too big. If the Qiankun bag was really lost, Uncle An would definitely be angry, and they would be drowned.

…

After an incense stick of time, two monks in blood-colored robes suddenly appeared in front of the charred corpse. One of them was the young man who had appeared here before, and the other was Han Xuxiao, the son of the Blood God Sect.

Han Xuxiao's face was no longer calm, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his solemnity. He leaned down and checked.

"It's Liao Yan, for sure."

"It wasn't that sword fairy who killed him, but someone else."

Han Xuxiao's fingers, with a touch of blood, gently pressed on the charred corpse, and then pulled it up, and a wisp of red and black breath was pulled out of the corpse.

He pinched his fingers and pinched the breath between his two fingers.

"This breath is a bit familiar..."

Han Xuxiao frowned, and then relaxed.

"I know. It's the Xuandan Sect disciple who killed Shi Heng."

"He was able to kill Liao Yan. It seems that this disciple is not simple at all."

"You continue to organize the hunting of other Xuandan Sect disciples. I'll go get the Qiankun bag back and kill this Xuandan Sect disciple by the way."

Han Xuxiao said lightly, with a hint of excitement on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he then pinched a spell and fell on the breath at his fingertips.

Soul-chasing technique.

The black and red breath floated lightly, suddenly popped out, turned into a sharp arrow, and shot in a certain direction.

Han Xuxiao's body disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away. The vague figure flickered and disappeared again. This time, even the shadow could not be seen clearly.

The young man standing on the spot also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Han will definitely capture anyone who is not one of the top ten in Xuandan Sect."

"In this way, if we recover the Qiankun bag, we can also avoid Uncle An's responsibility. Otherwise..."

The young man thought of the speculation about Liao Yan's identity in the sect, as well as Uncle Qi and Uncle An's methods, and his body trembled and he couldn't help shivering.

...

On the other side.

After Han Yi left, he did not go to look for Chu Jinmo, but went straight to the outside of the mountains. Because he only had 20% of the mana left in his body, his speed after using the light body was slower than before, but it was still comparable to normal training. The eighth-level Qi monk.

Next.

No more accidents happened along the way.

When he stepped out of the forest and saw three immortal warships hovering on the ground a few hundred meters away, there were many inner disciples standing or sitting cross-legged on the fairy ships. Han Yi finally felt relieved. tone.

"Finally back."

Han Yi glanced around and saw the previous seven-person group He Fengdi, Chu Jinmo, and Shen Ru gathered together. He couldn't help but look happy and quickly approached.

Sudden.

A terrifying aura approached quickly from behind. Han Yi didn't even think about it. Without turning around, he quickly rushed out, stepped onto the fairy ship with a swipe.

same moment.

Sitting cross-legged on the fairy ship, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe stood up angrily,

"Hmph, Blood God Sect, you are seeking death!!"

The middle-aged man in Xuanpao carried a long sword on his back. He drew the sword and struck it, and a huge sword light appeared in front of the fairy ship. It was ten meters long. The sword light was black and red, as if it was burning strangely. black fireworks.

brush! !

The sword light pushed out horizontally.

Sweeping rapidly from the mountain forest, exuding terrifying power, was a Blood God Sect monk wearing a blood-colored robe. His eyes crossed the light of the sword and did not look at the middle-aged man in black robes, but stared at him. Han Yi jumped on the fairy ship, and a murderous intention flashed across his face.

This person is clearly Han Xuxiao who is chasing after him.

However, he never expected that Han Yi would run straight out of the mountain range without stopping. Even if he used the soul-chasing technique as a guide and pursued him at full speed, he would still be one step behind.

It's a pity that I can't kill you this time, this thought flashed through his mind.

But next time, you will definitely not survive. He has written down Han Yi's aura and appearance. He will kill him next time he encounters him.

then.

Only then did he turn his attention to the huge sword light that was pressing down in mid-air.

I saw the excitement in his eyes suddenly rising. With his fingers together, the blood-colored sword on his back suddenly rose into the air and faced him.

boom! !

There were terrifying roars and explosions in the sky, the mountains and forests shook, and the fairy ship's autonomous protective formation flashed with spiritual light fluctuations.

Before the shock dissipated, the blood sword flew back, and Han Xuxiao retreated calmly.

The black-robed monk who slashed with the sword suddenly jumped out with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Flame Blood Sword?"

"Hanxuxiao?"

"Hmph, since you came here to seek death today, then just stay."

The black-robed monk disappeared in mid-air with a 'swish' sound. When he reappeared, he was already at the position where Han Xuxiao had been standing just now. He took another step forward, his figure disappeared, and he was already chasing him away.

Everyone on the immortal ship was horrified.

Among them, Han Yi, who had just rushed onto the fairy ship and had not had time to take a breath, was even more horrified and had the consciousness of escaping from death.

"This man came for me."

"Who can actually block a blow from the Foundation Establishment Stage? Who is this person?"

"Fortunately, I was one step ahead of him."

These two thoughts emerged one after another. At this moment, the middle-aged man in the foundation building stage who was sitting in front of the fairy ship had already flashed his figure and chased after him. He disappeared in an instant.

Of course, there was more than one Foundation Establishment Stage monk accompanying the Immortal Ship, so no one was worried about this.

but.

Before the spiritual storm of sword light and sword energy colliding in front of the fairy ship stopped, a disciple suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "It's Han Xuxiao."

This disciple had an ugly face, and Han Yi could recognize him. He was a monk at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training. He had ranked more than 20 in the inner peak competition.

What makes him look ugly, and he even knows his name, is that this person from the Blood God Sect is by no means an ordinary person.

On the fairy ship, low voices of discussion resounded among the disciples who gathered in twos and threes. After Han Yi calmed down his inner fear, he walked towards Chu Jinmo who came up to meet him.

"Junior Brother Han, thank you for saving me."

Chu Jinmo cupped his hands and thanked him. Although his face was still pale, he seemed to be fine. The silver sword he carried on his back had regained its composure, just like an ordinary magical weapon, and did not show any magic.

Han Yi smiled: "Sister Chu, there is no need to be so polite."

Chu Jinmo looked solemn as he cupped his hands and said, "This is a life-saving grace. Junior Brother Han doesn't need to care about it, but I need to keep it in my heart."

Han Yi held up his hand and said, "Senior Sister Chu said something serious. If I were in danger, Senior Sister Chu would not stand idly by."

Chu Jinmo nodded solemnly: "If Junior Brother Han is in trouble, I will sacrifice my life to save him."

Han Yi smiled sarcastically, Chu Jinmo was really a sweetheart.

Both sides know that this is not a relationship between men and women, but a friendship between the same family.

Afterwards, Chu Jinmo took Han Yi to He Fengdi and Shen Ru, who were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths more than ten meters away. Everyone met and nodded in greeting.

"Junior Brother Han, you are so lucky. If you were a step too late and were caught up by Han Xuxiao, you would definitely die."

He Fengdi stared at Han Yi and said thoughtfully.

"Senior Brother He, do you know him too?" Han Yi asked doubtfully, "Han Xuxiao? Who is this person?"