Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

Han Yi waved the black iron sword, like an eagle spreading its wings, and slashed at Song Qing's neck. Since your upper body is protected by a treasure, you cannot break through the defense, but there is no such protection on your neck!

In the distance, Song Qing's face was ashen, and his body was shaking like a sieve. The time for "awakening the weapon" has passed, and the backlash of using the treasure has followed. He is now severely injured and extremely weak.

In addition, one of his arms had been disabled and he was unable to fight anymore. He raised his other hand tremblingly and trembled with his lips.

"I think......"

boom!

Song Wei's chair exploded again, and a large area of ​​vigorous invisible green energy poured out from his body. This was the complete explosion of "Yinliu Jin".

The surrounding disciples seemed to be restrained by willow whips, unable to move, with a hint of panic in their eyes!

Uh-huh!

Li Chengfeng's eyes turned cold, and in an instant, lightning popped out from his right hand, and his five fingers seemed to have traces of flames, and he lightly stroked Song Wei's body.

Crack!

Just like a lush willow tree encountering a blazing fire, the penetrating greenery faded away silently and turned into hot charcoal!

"Fierce energy" means a prairie fire, which is endless, and it is the most restrained Yin wood.

puff!

In his chest, Song Wei felt as if he was burning with fire. He was extremely uncomfortable. A mouthful of blood was already uncontrollable.

But in front of everyone, how could Song Wei, as an elder, be embarrassed like this? His huge face was so red that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was his chin or neck. He swallowed another mouthful of blood.

"Han Yi, pay attention to the rules..."

Li Feng shouted anxiously at Han Yi. He and Song Qing were also enemies, so of course he didn't care whether Song Qing lived or died. But if Han Yi broke the rules and killed Song Qing in the ring, he would probably cause a big disaster!

At this moment, Han Yi was blessed by the dual characteristics of 'dual holding' and 'concentration', and he felt that the time around him became like a slowly flowing stream, slowing down instantly.

He looked up at the friction between Elder Song and Elder Li on the high platform.

He caught a glimpse of Li Feng and Pan Sheng shouting loudly under the ring.

He observed that in the corner, Song Qing's face was as frightened as a white paper.

All the scenes are unobstructed and under control.

‘Song Qing can die, but he can’t be killed by me in the ring! ’

'It's a pity that my cultivation is not strong enough and I don't have the strength to flip the table...'

At this time, thoughts flashed in Han Yi's mind as fast as lightning, and all kinds of possibilities were like fleeting glimpses of water, and then dismissed like bubbles in a dream.

So, he turned his chop into a slap, and the black iron sword, which was as big as a door panel, hit Song Qing hard like a locomotive, and violent force followed!

Boom, boom, boom!

Song Qing was instantly hit dozens of meters away like a rag doll, and then rolled into the crowd like a rolling gourd.

"Ouch!"

For a moment, the melon-eaters who were watching were on their backs, and they were in great misfortune.

At this time, Elder Song was finally able to escape from Elder Li's hands. He picked up Song Qing, checked his breathing, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Han Yi, are you tired of living?"

Then, Elder Song turned around, his aura in the Tongmai stage completely exploded, and his unparalleled murderous aura seemed to have turned into a heavy mountain, pressing down on Han Yi.

Han Yi was stared at by Elder Song, and he felt an invisible pressure instantly shrouding his heart. The hair on his back seemed to stand up, but his figure did not sway at all.

"Elder Song, this happened for a reason, please forgive me!"

Han Yi cupped his fists and spoke in a calm and non-humiliating tone.

"..."

Elder Song did not say anything, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Han Yi had just experienced a fierce battle. Although he was still in high spirits, he was in ragged clothes and in a state of embarrassment, looking as if he had run out of gas.

Although he was no match for Li Chengfeng, he had seen many blood-refining warriors. How many of them were not afraid of Tongmai-stage warriors?

Now, how could a mere injured warrior in the early stages of blood refining be able to withstand his momentum, even with Li Chengfeng's backing?

What Elder Song didn't know was that Han Yi was unafraid from the bottom of his heart. He looked embarrassed now, but he only suffered some superficial injuries, and his true fighting power was still preserved.

Elder Song's overall strength is '115~150', and Han Yi's own value is as high as '95~134', which is where his confidence lies!

Elder Song didn't say a word, and Han Yi didn't say a word either. The two of them just stared at each other quietly, and the onlookers around them didn't even dare to say anything.

The more Elder Song watched, the more he appreciated it, and he became interested in Han Yi.

Then I think about this person who crawled out of the mine. He has talent, strength, and perseverance. What is commendable is that his mind is also so strong...

People who could become Tongmai martial arts masters would not be stupid. Elder Song immediately became interested in talents.

"Han Yi, Li Chengfeng is definitely not a good person. He is not as good as you..."

Whoosh!

A thin figure fell silently between Han Yi and Elder Song.

Suddenly, Elder Song's overwhelming aura was swept away.

"Han Yi, what's wrong with your health?"

Elder Li smiled brightly and took out a jade bottle that was oily and crystal clear, like mutton fat.

"This is the Xuejie Rejuvenation Pill, which is best for recovering injuries and replenishing Qi and blood. Take it quickly and take good care of your injuries!"

"Hmph!"

After being interrupted by Elder Li, Elder Song could no longer say the next words. He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left quickly with Song Qing.

Han Yi took the jade bottle and looked down. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. Then, he raised his head again, smiled, and bowed.

"Thank you, Elder, for the medicine!"

He just wanted to hear Elder Song's evaluation, but he was interrupted at the critical moment...

But no matter what, he quite agreed with Elder Song's first half of the sentence. Elder Li was a man with deep scheming and was indeed difficult to get along with.

And now, with just a little trick, Han Yi was classified as a member of the Li family, and he wanted to use some small favors to exchange for his gratitude...

On the surface, Elder Li would also win a reputation of "cherishing talents"...

If Han Yi himself didn't know the true face of Elder Li, he might have been deceived!

'Perhaps, I should consider Bai Sanren's suggestion...'

Han Yi made a choice.

"Han Yi... and others... advanced!"

"For the promotion list of this sect competition, do the disciples have any objections this time?"

In the silence of the crowd, the sect competition with the largest number of participants in history finally ended in a strange atmosphere...