I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Cui Xingchen's top-grade personal armor was shattered by a golden light shuttle in the previous battle, which indirectly saved his life.

But.

If it happens again, he will definitely die.

Cui Xingchen began to regret in his heart at this moment. He should not have followed Han Yi, but should have fled in another direction.

But regret does nothing.

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

Unlike Cui Xingchen, who was frightened out of his wits, Luo Yunzhou had much more combat experience. With just a glance, he had already seen clearly what was going on.

Han Yi had previously been able to fight one against two, killing two in a row at the seventh level of Qi training. He was definitely capable of fighting against the eighth level of Qi training, especially when they appeared just now, Han Yi happened to catch the golden light shuttle. A full blow.

It would be extremely stupid to run away for one's life at this time. Only by uniting and fighting for one's life can there be a glimmer of hope.

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

boom! !

The violent explosion caused Luo Yunzhou to retreat a dozen steps.

But he looked happy.

blocked.

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

He turned around and looked at Tao Shouhua, who was running away after Cui Xingchen. His face was ugly, and he cursed "pig teammate" in his heart.

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

If he had followed the two of them and turned around and fled, exposing his back to the opponent's eyes, and was hit by three beads at this moment, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Um?"

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

Although he is at the eighth level of Qi training, the use of the Golden Light Shuttle just now has consumed most of his mana. Although he has many magic weapons at this time, he is facing the mysterious Han Yi and a practitioner whose combat effectiveness remains at 90%. The seventh level of Qi also feels extremely tricky.

He glanced at Luo Yunzhou, then turned to look at Han Yi, already planning to retreat first.

On this battlefield, there are two fellow disciples at the eighth level of Qi training. It won't be too late to join them and kill them again.

Although he has a high status within 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.

A hundred meters away, Han Yi's face lit up.

The opportunity has come.

He had a thought in his mind.

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

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

These metal fragments were the fragments that shattered after the first dagger grazed the golden light shuttle just now.

Han Yi did not detonate the first dagger, but shattered it into fragments. Then, he used the self-destruction of the second dagger to cover up the slight movement of these fragments approaching the young man.

This was the last move he thought of when he recalled the second dagger.

And at this moment.

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

This last move was finally launched.

Poof! !

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

His throat bones were shattered, his eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously pressed his throat with his hands.

then.

Puff puff……

The intertwined metal fragments turned into a killing net, surrounding the cold young man.

Peng, Peng, Peng.

The dagger fragments hit the cold young man, but were unable to penetrate him. He was wearing a highly defensive inner armor.

call out!

The largest piece of debris penetrated the cold young man's eyebrows, and then other fragments penetrated his head one after another, blasting his head beyond recognition.

If his head is destroyed, even in the foundation building stage, he will die, let alone a monk at the eighth level of Qi training.

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

In less than a breath, the outcome was reversed.

"Dead, dead..."

Dozens of meters away, Luo Yunzhou, who was waiting in formation with a solemn face and ready to fight, froze and turned to look at Han Yi under the moonlight.

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

"Made, this is so difficult."

"Fortunately, I cut his throat in the first blow, otherwise I might not have been able to kill him."

Han Yi stepped forward, put away the opponent's golden shuttle and storage bag, and also put away the three fallen beads.

After thinking for a while, he suppressed his nausea, pulled off a piece of underwear from under his bloody robe, and put it into his storage bag.

Then, he dropped an explosive talisman to completely destroy his body.

"Senior Brother Luo, this place is dangerous. Run away quickly and say goodbye."

Luo Yunzhou always felt that this sentence was familiar, and then he remembered that Han Yi had also said this sentence less than a stick of incense before.

Danger?

You are in the most danger here.

The corner of Luo Yunzhou's mouth twitched. He could even kill an eighth-level Qi practitioner who was holding a top-grade magical weapon, the Golden Light Shuttle. Is his junior brother really the sixth level?

This shouldn't be some special technique that can bring the breath from the ninth level of Qi training to the sixth level.

Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.

Right now.

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

I saw a sea of ​​fiery red clouds, suddenly appearing in the sky above Tian Qingcheng.

"You go too far to bully others, you go too far to bully others, Blood God Sect, you will definitely avenge today's revenge in the future."

"Disciples of Xuan Dan Sect, come and gather at the station quickly."

The voice was loud and full of anger, like thunder from the nine heavens, even the void shook three times.

"It's Uncle Gu Shi."

"Great, Uncle Gu is back."

"Go quickly."

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou looked at each other, walked away, and ran quickly in the direction of their original station.

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

Right now.

"I'm afraid that if you don't succeed, our Blood God Sect will be waiting."

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

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou paused and continued moving forward.

No matter what, Master Gu is back, and it is safest to return to him.

After a while.

Han Yi and Luo Yunzhou returned to their station.

At this time, the station was in ruins. In the ruins, corpses were scattered everywhere. Most of them were disciples of Xuan Dan Sect, and a few were from Blood God Sect.

In the middle of the station, a middle-aged man stood. The aura on his body was trembling, as vast as an abyss, like a giant beast with its eyes open, which made people awe.

Elder of Xuandan Sect, monk in the foundation building stage, Gu Yu.

After a while.

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

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

After half a stick of incense.

No one returned to the station.

Han Yi scanned the people present and estimated that there were only about twenty-five or six people alive.

When we came, there were hundreds of people, but now, not even a night had passed, and only this few people were left, and three-quarters of them were dead.

It can be described as tragic.

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

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

After a stick of incense.

After gathering all the disciples who died in the battle and putting them into special storage bags, Gu Yu led everyone towards the outside of Tianqing City.

Another half hour later.

The flying divine ship reappeared, ushered everyone on board, turned into a stream of light again, broke through the night, and disappeared suddenly.