Legend of the Swordking Chapter 421: Zhan Hanyi
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The moon blade was shining, and the "chi" stab landed on the air shield condensed by the rune on Han Yi's chest. It was impossible to penetrate, but then the smashing force exploded, directly destroying the rune penetration , Suddenly blood surged, a sword pierced his chest, Han Yi's injury was definitely not lighter than mine, and then his arm swept away, and the moon blade suddenly moved laterally, shredding Han Yi's internal organs, and bursting out from under his armpit.
"Puff..."
Half of Han Yi's body was cut open, he vomited blood, and his face was extremely pale, but the talisman protector, wisps of golden runes densely attached to the injured body, sealed his injury, no As for death in an instant, at the same time, Han Yi was full of savage faces, and his whole body was bursting with thunder, and he rushed over with a disheveled face. Two stalagmites were wrapped in a billowing power and roared, "Bastard, I will send you on the road!" /
"Wow!"
The sincere aura was permeated, and an iron umbrella flashing with sunlight appeared in my hand and quickly opened it to withstand the blow of Han Yi.
Iron Dragon Umbrella, a star weapon!
"Peng~~~"
Two stalagmites blasted on the surface of the umbrella one after another, and countless spiritual power suddenly splashed, but there was still a stalagmite that pierced the iron umbrella, wrapped in billowing power and raged, like a small steel arrow shot." "Puff puff" shook my chest with flesh and blood, and the injury deepened a lot.
The iron dragon umbrella closed and locked the two stalagmites. I just kicked it if I didn't know how to prevent it. Zhanfang Jue's true solution was concentrated on the strength, and Yi Yan kicked the mountain heavily on Han Yi's lower abdomen, and shouted, "Go! "
In the violent shock, Han Yi was shaken dozens of meters away, and his face became more and more ferocious.
"Brother, you lost."
Han Jian looked at his brother's injury so severely that he didn't seem to be moved, and his expression was extremely calm and said: "I have understood the true dragon skill for nearly half, let me kill this step Yixuan, you are not His opponent."
Han Yi suddenly raised his head, draped in a long drape, and his face grim: "Shut up, this person must be killed by me, otherwise it will be the shame of my life!"
Han Jiang smiled faintly: "Then don't die, otherwise there will be no Shuanghan, only I will be alone in the world."
Han Yi keeps coughing up blood, his mouth is full of blood and froth, but the breath in his body is constantly surging, countless runes come out through the body, and they retreat nearly 100 meters, facing me far away, the runes around the body are intertwined and condensed A series of white stalagmites surrounded by white air, sneered: "Bu Yixuan, your physical strength in close combat is indeed very strong, but your law is far from comparable to mine, if it weren't for the suppression of cultivation by the True Dragon Palace , I am strong enough to compete with your late Star Imperial Realm, are you qualified to challenge me?"
Speaking, a stalagmite struck like lightning.
I moved sideways to avoid, and the stalagmites exploded a few meters away. The momentum was so strong that it shocked me. Under the rune swept, I directly vomited a mouthful of blood. This day of stone work is indeed a marvelous skill, extremely powerful Tyrant.
"Bu Yixuan, let the old man fight him?" Elder Long Wushan said solemnly: "You are so injured..."
"No need."
I shook my head, the spiritual power in my body ran wildly to suppress the injury, so as not to lose too much blood and die. Another spiritual power penetrated into my arms. For a while, Jin Guangsheng was released, and my hands were closed. Strands of golden brilliance are condensed around the palm of the hand, and when the hands are separated, a sacred and majestic golden war bow appears in the hand, it is the Yanhuang bow!
With the improvement of my realm and strength, the Yanhuang Bow has evolved again and again, especially the enlightenment of the kingly way, which greatly complements some of the defects and mysteries of the Yanhuang Bow. At this time, the Yanhuang Bow in my hand is even more powerful. Rin, like a god's bow descending on the mortal world, the air around it was squeezed and squeezed at the moment it opened, forming strands of golden vortex.
"Kill!"
The bowstring rattled, and I shot three purple gentian arrows in an instant, and the magical arrows went through the air, directly blasting through the stalagmites shot by Han Yi, and exploded in front of him with the sound of thunder. There is a faint purple divine dragon technique manifestation, swallowing all the surrounding matter.
"Wow..."
Han Yi spit out another mouthful of blood. The seal effect of the ancient talisman has been very weak. The terrible wound on his shoulders began to tear and separate, and half of his body was shaky. He couldn't believe that he was still crushed after pulling apart. , The hideous color on his face became stronger, and he shouted violently: "Dog stuff, I want to... I want to kill you!"
"Die..."
I said lightly, the Yanhuang bow in my hand opened the bow again, the first type-the empty arrow!
Among Yanhuang Bow’s moves, the arrow is the fastest and has the strongest penetrating power. The arrow has penetrated Han Yi's chest at the moment when the sound of the bow is still stirring!
"Puff..."
Han Yi flew back with a ray of blood, and his body was finally unable to be sealed, and began to explode. Pieces of flesh and blood went through the sky, extremely tragic, and a ray of fiery power flickered in the air. That is his soul, cultivation At this point, the soul power is quite strong, it can be condensed and manifested, very distorted, with a tragic voice: "Chill, don't you help me?!"
Han Yan held the True Dragon Rune Bone in his hand, but he did not know when he appeared behind me, the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed and said: "Brother, thank you for helping me hit Yixuan a lot. This time I am stable. Kill this beast to avenge you!"
……
"Swipe!"
The coldness of his body is full of awe-inspiring real dragon breath. He holds the real dragon rune bone in his hand, and condenses a scarlet war sword with the other hand. The runes around his body are densely covered, as if covered with a layer of golden scales. Swim at a weird angle, flying like a real dragon flying in the air, reaching an astonishing degree, reaching behind me almost instantaneously, and the sword's power slashed!
"Peng~~~"
The star clothing came out of the sacrifice, the moon blade was biting, and collided with the cold, but obviously the aura was suppressed in an instant. The true dragon's aura is extremely strong, which makes people feel suffocating, and the body is falling. The ground rolled out, vomiting blood again and again, and the spirit power controlled the next to rise, avoiding the next fatal blow of the cold, with a "boom", the entire field was blasted by the cold blow, with a strong momentum and a real dragon. The Dhamma roared in it, like the arrival of a king, enough to sweep everything.
What a powerful true dragon!
My heart is shocked. Compared with Han Yi’s Heavenly Stone Art, the cold dragon binding technique is more terrifying, not to mention that he now has a true dragon rune bone, and his talent and understanding are amazing, and a short piece of incense actually comprehend part of it. , The power of the true dragon's unique technique was revealed just now, and even the power of the first battle was almost lost.
Outside the Palace of True Dragon, a group of powerful people from the country of Yun poured in, looking at Han Yi’s torn apart body and twisted soul, one by one was shocked. One of the clan elders of the Mu Palace coldly said: "Come here, sacrifice. Return to the soul-returning formation, seal Han Yi's soul, guard his body, and bring him back to life. Besides, be ready to resurrect the soul!"
"Yes, elder!" Everyone nodded.
At this time, a blood-red precious needle emerged from my chest. It was a psychic bone needle. Shuanghan's posture was arrogant and domineering. Looking down on the masters of the same generation, it was a dream to resurrect in front of my eyes. !
Han Miao holds the True Dragon Rune Bone in his hand, magnificent, standing proudly in the sky, looking at the psychic spicule in my hand, and shouting with a ferocious look: "Kill my brother in front of me? Dare you! "
My silent backhand flew out the precious needle, "swish" a cold light, which penetrated Han Yi's soul very sharply. The next moment, no matter how strong his soul is, he can't hold it, and it collapsed in an instant. Go out!
"Han Yi, one of the two colds, was beheaded...completely beheaded..." Someone in the Yunguo crowd said in shock.
"My God, Han Yi has mastered King Mu's Heavenly Stone Art and has been beheaded, this...what level of evil is this step Yixuan?"
"The Peerless Tianjiao of the Mu Palace has fallen, and Shuanghan's reputation is no longer there. I don't know if Han Jian can kill Bu Yixuan and avenge his brother..."
"Bu Yixuan has been seriously injured, absolutely can't escape death! I, Yun Clan monk, everyone has it!"
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, with blood in their eyes.
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"Can't give in to Yixuan, a manpower against the many masters of Yunguo, I will wait for the war!" Elder Long Wushan also shouted.
For a time, the real dragon palace fell into a melee again, even Xiao Muxue shot, the ice-bound sword heart was radiant, blocking the killing blow of Han Jiang against me, and she herself was shocked. The blood flew out.
"Those who block me die!"
The cold roar, full of real dragon aura, a golden real dragon hovering around him, with a strong sword in his hand, slaying five monks in Longwu Mountain, and sweeping away all powerful enemies.
"Go on, kill the remaining Shuanghan and defend my spiritual world status!"
Everyone drank violently, and the surrounding was full of blood.
I coughed up blood and felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. The wounds pierced by Han Yi Tian Shi Gong were extremely serious, and the injuries in the rest of the parts were not mild, especially the left arm, which was full of scars with deep visible bones. The whole arm was almost Unable to wave it, as if a piece of torn cloth hanging on his body.
"Taking a Tongxinguo can heal your injury and increase your understanding. Don't hesitate." Nvshan's voice came from Bingzhu Mountain.
"Hmm."
I took out a macaroni fruit and gnawed it in two or three mouthfuls. The fragrance was overflowing, like a volcano swallowed upside down in my body. For a while, countless divine essences burst out, nourishing all parts of the body, and visible injuries to the naked eye Healed one by one, and even the piercing wound in the abdomen had begun to heal. The spirit of the body quickly filled up, and the spirit platform was clear. Sure enough, macaroni was a rare treasure, and it had the effect of reviving the dead and turning decay into magic. The ancients did not Nonsense!
Nu Shan whispered: "The true dragon's unique skill is very powerful, but Han Jian has only mastered a part of the incomplete method. He can only use that part of the power, and he uses it quite crudely. I haven't learned the true mystery, but... your observation and understanding of the sword god's unique skill is far from enough, you can't wield real power, and you can't compete with the cold and incomplete true dragon's unique skill."
I was sitting in the corner, looking into the distance, waving my war sword coldly, bursting out the tragic pictures of real dragons slaying spiritual cultivation, and frowned, "What on earth is there to do, what can I do?"
"Using the weapons you have used before, you may be able to suppress the chill of the real dragon."
"Golden pestle?"
"Yes." Nvshan's voice faintly: "The power of the Golden Pestle and the True Dragon's Absolute Art are from the same origin and can be used directly. I will help you kill the remaining Shuanghan in due course."
"Okay, I'm on it!"
When the palm of the hand was raised, the spiritual power wrapped the golden pestle and appeared in his hand, and the golden pestle immediately dispersed the divine might, and a faintly true dragon magic image hovered around, with a strong aura, which made the heart palpitating.