Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

'Although they didn't consider my opinion, they just treated me like a chess piece. If it was useful, they would use it. If it was useless, they would throw it away at will. However, at this moment, you have to endure it! ’

Countless thoughts came to Han Yi's mind, but they were quickly shattered.

"Okay, Elder Li, if I compete with Song Qing, I will definitely win!"

Han Yi said with a smile, but although his voice was slightly smiling, in fact, it contained a murderous aura that was irresistible and filled the space between talking and laughing.

Elder Li and Song Qing, Han Yi has taken note of this matter. If there is a chance later, he will be the first to deal with them.

Now Han Yi is no longer the young bird of course. With his advanced cultivation, he naturally possesses sharp weapons and has a murderous intention!

In the arena.

"Han Yi, how about you surrender obediently? If you surrender voluntarily and lose an arm, this matter will be settled. Otherwise, the sword has no eyes, and the 'Green Willow Sword' may not necessarily poke a few holes in your body!"

Song Qing smiled sadly. At this time, he also intended to use words to shake Han Yi's fighting spirit, which was so sinister.

"bring it on!"

Han Yi smiled slightly, looking extremely calm.

"Humph, you're just pretending! He's just a mud-legged guy climbing out of a pit!"

Song Qing curled her lips and said disdainfully.

The word "kengli" refers to the mining camp within the Chiyan Sect.

Whoosh!

Song Qing's leg strength exploded instantly, and his figure was erratic, making it difficult to figure out his specific position.

'My catkin body skills have been cultivated to the level of flying catkins and hairsprings. I will definitely take down this guy who doesn't know whether to live or die in one fell swoop! ’

Song Qing was very murderous. He and Han Yi had long had a grudge. Now that his strength had greatly increased, he wanted to torture Han Yi in front of everyone.

This will not only disgrace Elder Li, but also let others know that anyone who offends me, Song Qing, must pay the price!

"What a weird movement..."

Han Yi frowned slightly. Song Qing's Catkin Movement Technique paid great attention to the combination of body shape and pace. It was neither strong nor feminine, but a movement technique that was as fluttering as a catkin and adaptable to changes.

What makes people vomit blood the most is that when Han Yi wanted to take the initiative, he found that Song Qing's figure seemed to be nowhere to be found. When Han Yi wanted to defend, Song Qing seemed to launch a lightning attack at any time!

"The technique that Song Qing has practiced seems to be much higher than that of Feiyan Legs..."

"In that case... then, the characteristics are 'concentrated'..."

Han Yi no longer paid attention to the shadows around him, but held the Xuantie Sword tightly, grasping the mysterious and mysterious sixth sense.

Uh-huh!

Suddenly, a green willow leaf came silently from behind Han Yi, poking at Dazhui's key point fiercely.

If this sword is strong, I'm afraid Han Yi will have to live in bed for the rest of his life and become a useless person!

clang!

Han Yi suddenly swung the Black Iron Sword. The blade of the sword flipped back, instead of retreating, it moved forward. Like a broad blade of a door, it swept straight towards Song Qing's neck.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Han Yida naturally took advantage of the black iron sword that was more than one meter long compared to the green willow sword that was more than one foot and three inches long.

Song Qing's figure suddenly retreated, like catkins blown by the strong wind, and quickly changed to the edge of the ring.

‘Han Yi, this son cannot be kept! ’

Song Qing was horrified. The last time he saw Han Yi, Han Yi was just a weak outer disciple. Only a few months later, Han Yi's strength and reaction were slightly stronger than his.

‘Did he also break through to the blood refining stage? ’

Song Qing thought of a possibility.

‘Yes, that must be the case. It is said that Elder Li is very scheming, and Han Yi might have been a trap set by him, providing a large amount of resources for Han Yi to break through! ’

‘But no matter what, this person cannot be my opponent! ’

Song Qing looked at the treasure in his hand and thought of the moves he had been practicing for a long time.

Uh-huh!

Song Qing deployed his body skills and decided to use his strongest attack to defeat Han Yi with one blow.

"Thirty-six swords of the Song family!"

Song Qing shouted, and then shot out towards Han Yi.

For an instant, the surrounding air seemed to condense. Immediately, countless dense emerald green sword shadows emerged. The sword shadows were as thin as willow leaves and like falling rain, flickering and flickering.

‘Flying Swallow Legs—Swallow Lines! ’

Naturally, Han Yi would not sit still and wait for death. He had already expected that Song Qing would give it a try. He shook his body and dodged continuously.

"Senior Brother Li, when did Han Yi become so awesome?"

Pan Sheng, who was watching the battle in the audience, was secretly frightened. If he had gone up on his own, he would probably have countless holes in his body.

"Do you think everyone is like you, not practicing every day but drinking flower wine?"

Li Feng rarely complained about Pan Sheng, but his expression turned solemn immediately.

Then, he shouted to Han Yi: "If you defend for a long time, you will lose, if you attack for a long time, you will break. Find an opportunity to counterattack!"

Han Yi smiled slightly after hearing Li Feng's reminder. He naturally knew this truth, but what Li Feng didn't know was that when Han Yi avoided it, he did so easily and did not expend much energy at all.

'That's it? I haven’t used my full strength yet! ’

Han Yifei's Yan legs have long been completed, and his speed is extremely fast. In addition, his overall strength is already a bit higher than Song Qing's, so he can dodge easily and freely. If there is something he cannot dodge, he will block it with the Black Iron Sword. .

Ding Ling is a good man!

The sound of dense metal clashes continued.

The two of them were getting faster and faster, and the number of fights was increasing!

But overall, Han Yi was the defender, while Song Qing was the attacker, and it seemed that Han Yi was at a disadvantage.

‘Han Yi, this kid, has grown so fast in strength, it seems that he has good talent... Xiong Li just died, let him take over Xiong Li's job...’

Outsiders watch the excitement, insiders see the doorway.

Elder Li, who was on the viewing platform, was a martial artist in the Tongmai stage, and he could naturally see that Han Yi had a slight advantage. He had an idea in his mind that since Xiong Li, the mad dog, was dead, Han Yi could just replace him and do some shameful things for him.

As for Han Yi's cultivation, he could also see that he seemed to have broken through the Bone Refining Stage, but he didn't care much.

Yes, for a martial artist in the Tongmai stage, what is the difference between the Bone Refining Stage and the Blood Refining Stage? It's nothing more than a slap in the face!

‘Not good, Qing'er will probably be dragged to death if he continues like this! ’

‘And this guy called Han Yi, the big sword in his hand is too restrained by Qing'er's Qingliu Sword! ’

Elder Song also saw the current situation and was secretly worried. He knew the Song family's martial arts best. They consumed a lot of energy and were extremely powerful. If he used the indestructible Qingliu Sword and cut off the opponent's weapon first, he would naturally have the advantage!

And now...