Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 78 Fighting
The appearance of a middle-aged Confucian scholar was completely unfamiliar to Han Yi, and he confirmed that he had never seen it before.

When he was in Tianqingcheng, if he was like Tao Shouhua at that time, he would have found it by turning his head, but it was this middle-aged Confucian monk who beheaded Lu Su.

"Senior brother Shi, he was the one who killed Kang Feiyang and Huang Tao when he was in Tianqingcheng. This man is very powerful, so he needs to be careful."

The first young man's eyes fell on Han Yi, his face was dignified, and his mana was already ready to move, solemn to the extreme.

"Oh, it seems that it really takes a lot of effort to kill the two seventh-layers in Tianqing City, and kill Junior Brother Zhou now."

The middle-aged elegant monk named Shi Heng looked at Han Yi, and although he said something light-hearted like 'need to spend some time', he was already full of energy in his heart.

The voice just fell.

Without calling, he suddenly moved.

The extremely fast figure, like lightning, crossed ten meters with one swipe, and was less than three meters away from Han Yi. The silver folding fan in his hand swung forward.

The folding fan turned, and silver brilliance surrounded by rings sprinkled down. The brilliance covered the thin moonlight. It looked so beautiful, but in fact it contained a fatal crisis.

Han Yi sensed a hint of danger. This middle-aged man is very strong, very strong. He is not comparable to the eighth-level Qi training monk he killed just now. He is not an ordinary eighth-level Qi training, but the top eighth level monk.

He retreated sharply, and the light body technique pulled him back ten meters in an instant, and he was deflected three meters horizontally.

brush!
The silver brilliance shone silently, passing over Han Yi's original position, and there was a slight crackling sound ten meters behind his original position.

Han Yi looked at the reputation, and his pupils shrank.

It broke, and a dozen giant trees with a diameter of five or six meters behind them began to slide slowly. The silver brilliance that flashed past just now cut off a dozen giant trees in the middle, and only made a very slight sound.

Han Yi turned his head to look at the silver folding fan suspended in mid-air, and couldn't help but feel serious in his heart.

This magic weapon is definitely a top-grade magic weapon, and it is the most top-notch top-grade magic weapon.

"what?"

The middle-aged refined monk seemed surprised that Han Yi was able to escape his sudden attack. Although his face was calm, his heart was even more serious.

"Kill." With a move of his hands, the silver-scale fan that was floating in front of him suddenly changed. The original fan was only a semicircle when it was stretched out, but this change, it was stretched out and opened again, and it was completely stretched into a circle. Ye Laping, the folding fan turned into a silver disc.

A high-grade magic weapon, the second form of the silver scale fan.

"go!!"

Yuanpan disappeared suddenly, and appeared in front of Han Yi like a teleportation. His expression remained unchanged. He had been prepared when he moved sideways to see the power of this magic weapon clearly.

A flame shield opened instantly.

Peng!
The flames scattered, the shield shattered, and the disc slammed.

Han Yi's face remained unchanged, his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger were pressed on his thumb, and he flicked sideways. Three spiritual lights suddenly appeared, spanning a distance of four meters, and collided with another magic weapon. This magic weapon, he did not Not unfamiliar, it is a blood-colored long flag-shaped magic weapon, the blood soul flag.

Peng, Peng, Peng!

The Lingxu fingers exploded one after another, directly destroying half of this medium-grade magic weapon, and throwing it flying.

Three meters behind the magic weapon, another figure appeared, which was the monk Han Yi had let go in Tianqing City.

The cultivator's face changed drastically, and he caught the blood soul banner with a face full of pain, and rushed away.

He also realized instantly that this battle was beyond his control.

And Han Yi also didn't forget that the enemy here is not only the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but also another eighth-level qi practitioner.

It's just that this eighth-level Qi training monk has only entered the eighth level for the first time, and poses no threat to Han Yi at this moment.

After Han Yi threw out the three Lingxu fingers sideways, he ignored it and turned around quickly.

now.

The shattered fire shield technique has not been completely dissipated, and the disc that was stopped has not yet been driven again.

And what he was waiting for was this moment of stagnation.

It's his turn.

Zheng!
Two daggers suddenly appeared on the left and right sides.

The shape of the dagger this time is different from the previous ones. The dagger shakes lightly, and there is a light red halo on its surface.
Lihuo Sword Art.

Use the swordsmanship to control the Fengmo dagger, and use the Lihuo Sword Art, plus the dagger has its own wind attribute.

This blow.

Almost half his full strength.

"Go!!" Han Yi yelled lightly, and with two fingers together, he swiped vertically from top to bottom.

The expression of the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was more than ten meters away suddenly changed drastically.

He was aware of the power of the silver scale fan, the first blow was dodged, and after transforming into the second form, the second blow was blocked, which was beyond his expectation.

When Han Yi's two daggers appeared like two beams of light, they were already approaching within three meters. His whole body was covered with hairs, and without even thinking about it, mana gushed out, forming a wall of light in front of him.

Defensive spell, wall of light.

At the same time as the wall of light was condensed, he flipped his other hand, and two talismans appeared in his hand, and he slapped his body without hesitation.

Two cyan rays of light flickered from the talisman, and spread instantly, forming an oval shield, above which, cyan flickered rapidly.

There are two first-order top-grade spiritual talismans and body talismans.

Those who are inexperienced will only want to take one step at a time in the face of Han Yi's attack.

But how rich this middle-aged Confucian scholar's fighting experience is, he understood the power of Han Yi's move in an instant. It must be as terrifying as a killer's mace. Zhang's first-rank high-grade spirit talisman is for nothing to go wrong.

If they die, the talisman will only benefit the opponent, so in the fight, the most important thing is to ensure that they survive, not others.

pity.

He still underestimated the power of Han Yi's two daggers, and even underestimated Han Yi's experience.

call out!
The two daggers did not run side by side, but one behind the other, forming a trend of connection, using the method of breaking the surface.

Peng.

The wall of light shattered in an instant, unable to stop it even for an instant.

puff!
As if the sound of a sharp blade piercing the cloth bag, the cyan mask formed by the first amulet shattered in an instant, and the first dagger paused slightly, and half of the light red halo on it dissipated.

then.

The dagger pierced through the second cyan mask, and finally fell from exhaustion.

However, the speed of the second dagger that followed suddenly increased, and after passing through the second mask, it flashed past, piercing through the middle-aged monk who was dodging sideways but hadn't completely moved away.

boom! !

His right arm exploded up to his shoulder.

The face of the middle-aged monk changed greatly, and in an instant, a third magic talisman appeared in his hand, and he was about to slap it on his broken arm.

at this time.

A black light suddenly hit his eyes.

"What?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was startled suddenly, but the movement of patting his arm did not stop.

(End of this chapter)