Chapter 219: Chapter 162: Continuous Explosions of Magical Instruments_3
Translator: 549690339
Since the beginning in Tianqing City, Han Yi had been using this move quite smoothly until today when he finally encountered a cultivator who could use this move against him. Although he managed to dodge in the end, he was shocked.
Using tactics and counter-tactics, exploiting and counter-exploiting.
He must not underestimate any cultivator, as he has not mastered this set of moves completely.
The feeling of crisis in Han Yi’s heart grew stronger, but he did not give up.
With a flick of his fingers, a spiritual flame emerged in mid-air, filling the sky and falling all around, pressuring Lu Zhi.
However, with a sweep of the gray-white Sword Qi, all these flames were shattered, falling down instantly.
Next, the gray-white Sword Qi soared up like a flood dragon, shooting towards Han Yi.
Han Yi dared not be careless any longer.
He combined his Wind Wall Skill with his Fire Shield Skill, stacking them ten layers high, forming a Wind and Fire Shield.
Puff, puff…
The gray-white Sword Light pierced through eight layers of the shield before losing its power.
Several meters away, a look of surprise appeared on Lu Zhi’s face for the first time. He gathered his Divine Spirit, intending to retrieve his Sword Tool.
However, Han Yi’s eyes suddenly lit up, seizing this fleeting opportunity.
He immediately summoned a Spiritual Talisman in his hand.
A first-stage, top-grade Yin Thunder Talisman.
While he formed the fire shield, the Yin Thunder Talisman had already been activated.
And the target of the Yin Thunder Talisman attack was not Lu Zhi several meters away, but rather the gray-white Sword Qi that had just penetrated eight layers of the defensive shield.
Boom!
With a flash of lightning, it struck the Sword Qi, revealing a short sword just over half a meter long.
The sword trembled, the Divine Spirit enveloping it was shattered directly by the Yin Thunder Talisman, and the short sword reverted to an unrefined state before falling to the ground, powerless to penetrate the Wind and Fire Shield.
Tens of meters away, Lu Zhi’s face changed drastically. With his Divine Spirit shattered and backlash inflicted, his face flushed as he forcibly suppressed the blood that welled up in his throat.
Han Yi felt a burst of joy, thinking as expected.
In terms of Divine Soul strength, he was much stronger than the opponent. When he blew up his Clear Spring Sword, the backlash was not severe, but the opponent’s Divine Spirit was shattered, suffering a greater backlash. The difference in Divine Soul strength was evident.
By sacrificing a Yin Thunder Talisman, Han Yi thought it was worth it to destroy the opponent’s top-grade magic weapon directly.
“Damn it!”
With his Divine Soul wounded, Lu Zhi was both frightened and furious.
He let out a roar, and the second Sword Tool beside him, exuding blood, has already broken through the space, spanning several meters, wrapped in violent spiritual power, and launched an attack on Han Yi.
The end of the Blood Sword seemed to be connected to a sea of blood. In Han Yi’s sight, this Sword Tool emitted waves of blood-red light. Within the light, demonic beings surged, accompanied by a soul-shaking roar, coming straight at Han Yi’s face.
This Sword Tool could affect the Divine Soul, and its effect was not weaker than the Blood Sea Secret Technique used by Mo Wen.
However, Han Yi’s strongest point was his Divine Soul.
This kind of Blood Sea illusion had almost negligible impact on him.
He flipped over his left hand and a golden artifact appeared in it.
Golden Light Shuttle.
This was the earliest top-grade artifact that Han Yi had obtained. Back then, in Tianqing City, he nearly fell victim to this artifact, but finally defeated the opponent with a concealed dagger, acquiring the Golden Light Shuttle as spoils of war.
That was more than a decade ago.
After obtaining the Golden Light Shuttle, Han Yi used it only in the Luo family’s Spirit Field, Stars Sea, and outside of Hongluan City.
At that moment.
Among the artifacts in Han Yi’s hands that he could afford to discard, this one was the most powerful.
With a sharp glint in his eyes, the Golden Light Shuttle transformed into a golden light, drawing a straight golden line as it collided with the Bloody Longsword.
At the moment of impact, the divine soul detonated it directly.
Boom boom boom.
The massive explosion of the magical tool echoed through the void.
Lu Zhi, who was tens of meters away, had blood gushing from his widened eyes.
Although the Bloody Longsword was strong, it was severely damaged by the explosion of the Golden Light Shuttle, and the divine soul on it was mostly destroyed, it shook and fell back onto Lu Zhi’s back.
A vicious smile appeared on Lu Zhi’s face, transformed quickly, flashed a trace of unwillingness, and finally, he gave Han Yi a deep look.
Next.
He waved his hand, and the deep red flame that trapped the broken black sword receded, it swooshed and shot between the two, engulfing the gray-white short sword with the dispersed divine sense scattered by the Yin Thunder Talisman, then, it shot back and turned into a fire lotus.
Lu Zhi reached out and put the fire lotus and the gray-white short sword into his storage bag.
Without any hesitation, he turned and leaped into the air, and with a swoosh, he fled back into the forest.
For him, Han Yi was too tough a bone to chew, and it was not worth it.
At this point in the battle, he had a premonition that the opponent must have other means, and from intuition, Lu Zhi felt that the opponent had an absolutely winning trump card.
Perhaps the cost of this trump card was too high, making the opponent reluctant to use it, even if it destroyed two top-grade magical tools.
However, once it was used, he would be very likely to have no chance of escape.
Although the opponent was only in the early stage of his realm, his divine soul power was stronger than his own at the middle stage, with numerous magical tools. Among those revealed were four: a broken sword, a silver-white sword tool, a cyan-black sword tool, and a golden light shuttle.
The cultivator who killed Han Xuxiao was no ordinary person, and when did Xuandan Sect have such a powerful early-stage Foundation Building cultivator?
As Lu Zhi fled into the forest, there was a brief flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
He couldn’t kill the opponent, but someone else certainly could.
He recognized the Golden Light Shuttle, which should be the magical tool that Yuan Changtian gave to his son. It wasn’t difficult to guess the causal relationship that led to it falling into the hands of Xuandan Sect cultivators.
He believed that Yuan Changtian would be very interested in hunting down this cultivator of the Xuandan Sect.
Lu Zhi’s figure flickered, plunged into the forest, and flew towards a predetermined location.
On the other side.
Only Han Yi was left in the battlefield where the two had just fought.
He breathed heavily, and his back was unknowingly soaked in cold sweat.
In truth.
This was the most dangerous fight Han Yi had experienced so far, far more intense than the battle outside Hongluan City.
Firstly, his Black Sword was restricted, losing his most powerful magical tool.
Then, he had to self-destruct the Clear Spring Sword and Golden Light Shuttle and use the Yin Thunder Talisman to make the opponent realize that biting into this tough bone required a huge price. If they were not careful, they could lose their lives here, only then did they retreat.
Han Yi dared not rest for a moment.
He put the Green Reed Sword back into the scabbard on his back, then reconnected his divine sense with the Black Sword, controlling the black light, and soared into the air, flying towards the town outside the hill.
However, he did not fly directly into the town; since Blood God Sect’s Lu Zhi could find him earlier, it proved that hiding in the town could also lead to being discovered.
Only by fleeing to the nearest White Crane City, where there were official cultivators of Daqian, could he ensure his safety.
In addition.
Lu Zhi’s ability to locate him was probably due to some cause and effect technique, similar to how Elder Gu Zhijing had found him earlier.
If he survived this ordeal, he would certainly cultivate a technique to disrupt the heavenly secrets of cause and effect.
Han Yi made up his mind.
The cyan and black energy flashed for a moment, bypassing the small town, and fled towards the nearest Immortal City.
Below, civilians in the town looked up, watching the Immortal Master go away, filled with envy.
In the high air, on the black light, Han Yi forcibly endured the backlash from the fierce battle earlier and controlled the magical tool as it traveled. He pushed his speed to the limit, his mana surged and turned into a streak of light, passing by in a flash..
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