Chapter 52: The Notorious 8

The top-grade body armor on Cui Xingchen was shattered by the Golden Light Shuttle in the previous battle, which indirectly saved his life.

But.

If it happens again, he will surely die.

At this moment, Cui Xingchen began to regret that he should not follow Han Yi, but should flee in another direction.

But regret is useless.

As he turned around, Luo Yunzhou was already gritting his teeth and preparing to fight desperately.

Unlike Cui Xingchen who was frightened, Luo Yunzhou had much more combat experience. With a glimpse just now, he had seen the situation clearly.

Han Yi was able to fight two people with one against two, and killed two Qi training level 7 in a row. He would definitely have a chance against Qi training level 8, especially when they appeared just now, Han Yi happened to take the full force of the Golden Light Shuttle.

It would be extremely stupid to run away at this time. Only by joining forces and fighting hard, there is still a glimmer of hope.

A wheel-shaped magic weapon in his hand suddenly rose into the air, whirling, and blocked the three flying beads.

Boom! !

The violent explosion made Luo Yunzhou retreat more than ten steps.

But his face was happy.

Blocked.

The magic weapon was shaken back to his side, and the opponent's three silver beads were also blocked.

He turned to look at Tao Shouhua who was following Cui Xingchen and ran away. His face was ugly, and he cursed in his heart, "pig teammate".

He drove the wheel-shaped magic weapon again, guarding by his side, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

If he had turned around and fled with the two of them just now, exposing his back to the opponent's eyes, he would have been hit by three beads at this moment, and he would have been seriously injured if not dead.

"Hmm?"

The cold young man raised his eyebrows and his face changed slightly.

Although he was at the eighth level of Qi training, he had consumed most of his magic power by controlling the golden light shuttle just now. Although he had many magic weapons on him at this time, he felt extremely difficult to face Han Yi, whose strength was mysterious, and a seventh-level Qi training player whose combat power remained at 90%.

He glanced at Luo Yunzhou, then turned around and glanced at Han Yi, and had already planned to retreat first.

In this battlefield, there are two fellow disciples who are at the eighth level of Qi training. It won't be too late to kill them after joining them.

Although he has a high status in the Blood God Sect, he is not a reckless person and knows how to advance and retreat.

Just when he had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

A hundred meters away, Han Yi's face was happy.

The opportunity has come.

His mind moved.

The many black metal fragments distributed about three meters around the cold young man suddenly stood up from lying flat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

These metal fragments were the fragments that the first dagger shattered after brushing against the golden shuttle.

Han Yi did not detonate the first dagger, but shattered it into fragments, and then used the self-explosion of the second dagger to cover up the subtle movement of these fragments approaching the young man.

This was the trick he thought of when he recalled the second dagger.

At this moment.

At the moment when the gloomy young man hesitated and prepared to retreat.

This back-up move was finally launched.

Puff! !

The distance of three meters was too short. Even if the gloomy young man suddenly noticed it, he had no time to launch any defensive measures, and his throat was cut by a piece of the fastest fragment.

His larynx was broken, his eyes suddenly widened, and his palm subconsciously pressed his throat.

Then.

Puff, puff, puff...

The interlaced metal fragments turned into a killing net, surrounding the gloomy young man.

Bang, bang, bang.

The dagger fragments hit the gloomy young man, but could not penetrate. He was wearing a highly defensive inner armor.

Whoosh!

The largest fragment pierced the gloomy young man's eyebrows, and then other fragments pierced through his head one after another, blasting his head beyond recognition.

If the head is destroyed, even if he is in the foundation building stage, he will die, not to mention that he is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training.

His body fell to the ground with a bang, and the golden shuttle in his palm rolled out. The golden light flashed and then completely extinguished.

In less than a breath, the victory and defeat were reversed.

"Dead, dead..."

A few dozen meters away, Luo Yunzhou, who was ready to fight with a serious face, froze and turned to look at Han Yi under the moonlight.

Han Yi spit out the blood in his mouth and rubbed his chest.

"Damn, it's so difficult."

"Fortunately, I cut his throat at the first blow, otherwise I might not be able to kill him."

Han Yi walked forward, collected the opponent's golden shuttle and storage bag, and collected the three fallen beads.

After thinking about it, he resisted the nausea and pulled off a close-fitting inner armor under his blood-colored robe and put it in the storage bag.

Then, he threw down an explosive talisman, completely destroying his body.

"Brother Luo, this place is dangerous, escape quickly, goodbye."

Luo Yunzhou always felt that this sentence was familiar, and then he remembered that Han Yi had said this less than an incense stick ago.

Danger?

You are the most dangerous here.

Luo Yunzhou's mouth twitched. He could even kill the eighth-level Qi training master holding the top-grade magic weapon Golden Light Shuttle. Is his junior brother really the sixth level?

Could he have practiced some special skills to converge the aura of the ninth-level Qi training to the sixth-level Qi training?

Playing the pig to eat the tiger.

At this moment.

The two of them noticed something at the same time, and suddenly raised their heads and looked upwards.

I saw a group of fiery red clouds appearing above Tianqing City in a flash.

"Too much bullying, too much bullying, Blood God Sect, today's hatred will be avenged tomorrow."

"Disciples of the Xuandan Sect, come to the station to gather quickly."

The voice was loud and full of anger, like thunder in the sky, shaking the void three times.

"It's Uncle Gu."

"Great, Uncle Gu is back."

"Let's go."

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou looked at each other, raised their feet and walked away, running quickly towards the original station.

Not only them, but all the Xuandan Sect cultivators scattered in Tianqing City at this time showed ecstasy on their faces and ran towards the station.

At this moment.

"I'm not afraid of you, I'm waiting for you in the Blood God Sect."

A voice responded loudly, and the owner of the voice was not seen, but there was no doubt that this was also a foundation-building cultivator, and from the Blood God Sect, but he did not show up.

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou paused and continued to move forward.

No matter what, Uncle Gu is back, and returning to him is the safest.

A moment later.

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou returned to the station.

At this time, the garrison was already a ruin, with corpses scattered throughout the ruins, most of them were disciples of the Xuandan Sect, and a few were from the Blood God Sect.

In the middle of the garrison, a middle-aged man stood, his aura vibrating, vast as the abyss, like a giant beast with its eyes open, making people awed.

The elder of the Xuandan Sect, a cultivator in the foundation-building period, Gu Yu.

After a while.

Cui Xingchen and Tao Shouhua also returned here. When they saw Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou clearly, their faces were unnatural, but they didn't say anything.

Han Yi just glanced at each other, didn't say much, and continued to stay.

Half an incense stick later.

No one returned to the garrison.

Han Yi scanned the people present and estimated that there were only about 25 or 26 people alive.

When they came, there were more than a hundred people, but now, before a night had passed, there were only these few people left, and three-quarters of the people were dead.

It was tragic.

Gu Yu's face was also extremely ugly, but he didn't say much nonsense, but said in a deep voice.

"Pack up and follow me back to the sect."

One stick of incense later.

After collecting all the dead disciples and putting them into a special storage bag, Gu Yu led everyone to the outside of Tianqing City.

Another half an hour later.

The flying ship reappeared, took everyone on board, and turned into a stream of light again, breaking through the night and leaving in a flash.