Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

It is precisely because of these reasons that secret skills have become rare, and ordinary small forces and warriors have difficulty in accessing such information.

At the beginning, Huang Shanjun and his companions were overjoyed after obtaining the Soul-Snatching Magic Sound. The two agreed to practice at the same time, but perhaps because of Huang Shanjun's excellent talent, he practiced the Soul-Snatching Magic Sound in a short period of time.

It was also with this Soul-Snatching Magic Sound that Huang Shanjun suddenly used it when his companions asked him for advice. Unprepared, his companions were stunned by him, and Huang Shanjun also shot his companions to death, thus making a fortune.

So at this time, Huang Shanjun was confident that Han Yi must be in a state of weak strength, paralysis of qi and blood, and dizziness after being hit by his Soul-Snatching Magic Sound!

Although he has no weapons now, and the remaining strength in his body is scarce, but at close range, this sword palm can also cut off the opponent's neck and take his life!

After all, sometimes, although the weapons of martial artists are sharp, the long weapons will attenuate when transmitting force. If you infuse 100%, you may only have 20% left when you hit the opponent, but the palm is different. If you exert 100% force, you will exert 100% force!

At this time, Han Yi's mind was blank, and there was a trance in front of his eyes that he had never had before.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't remember anything, but he had only one thought, to swing the sword in his hand.

So, he didn't dodge, and chopped at Huang Shanjun with his sword crookedly in both hands.

"Hehe..." Huang Shanjun looked at Han Yi, watching his weak legs and feet, and even the sword seemed to be unstable, and smiled contemptuously.

The murderer who killed his son was the same as the one who was hit by the soul-stealing magic sound before...

His head was dizzy, his internal organs were damaged, his qi and blood were difficult to condense, and his force could not be generated. He could only rely on perseverance and brute force to hold on!

But how could brute force alone do anything to a martial artist!

In an instant, Huang Shanjun had several thoughts flashing through his mind, and his left hand, which had turned into a sword palm, kept moving, and even accelerated suddenly, slashing towards Han Yi's neck. He was confident that this palm had the superposition of explosive mountain power and destructive power, and would definitely be able to make the enemy's neck explode faster than others!

At the same time, Han Yi seemed to be really in a dizzy state, and he didn't even dodge at all, and just chopped straight.

But looking at his slow sword swinging movements, I'm afraid that before he handed the sword over, Huang Shanjun would have beheaded him with a palm!

Boom!

Suddenly, the sword intent that had been condensed on the black iron sword suddenly burst out. This was a resolute and cold sword intent of "the wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the warrior will never return once he leaves."

Swoosh!

If it was the man driving the sword just now, now it was the sword driving the man. The black iron sword, with that resolute and dead silence, let out a loud hissing sound, regardless of anything, suddenly and quickly, and slashed heavily!

It was like a white rainbow flashing across the sky and earth.

Huang Shanjun's eyes blurred, and he felt a sharp chill whistling in. The next second, his vision was covered with blood.

Crack!

This is the sound of broken bones!

Han Yi came back to his senses from the dizziness under the stimulation of this severe pain. Blood was flowing out of his nostrils and ears, and his left shoulder was bloody and his left arm was loose and weak, drooping softly.

Plop!

"Sword intent? Or knife intent? Am I dead?" Huang Shanjun looked at the headless body that fell to the ground, and the head rolled in the snow, forming a large blood stain. His eyes were full of confusion.

The vitality of the second-level martial artist was extremely strong. Even if he was beheaded on the spot, he did not die immediately.

Huang Shanjun's face was full of confusion, bewilderment and unwillingness.

If he hadn't been shaken by the sword intent that burst out from the opposite sword, he would not be the one who died now...

But why is a one-force martial artist so strong?

Why can a one-force martial artist comprehend the sword intent?

Even a three-force martial artist who has reached the late stage of Tongmai and the great success of Rujin cannot say that he can definitely enter the realm of "intention"...

Why did he meet a one-force martial artist who comprehended "intention"?

The next moment, the cold sword intent carried by the black Xuantie sword suddenly burst out, spreading along Huang Shanjun's body, annihilating his last vitality.

Bang!

The bursting sword intent tore the inside of Huang Shanjun's body into pieces, riddled with holes, and even the black pillar behind him collapsed.

"That was a close call..."

Han Yi sighed, took back the black iron sword, and quickly took out the ointment to apply medicine on himself. The rejuvenation property of Qianyang Jin was activated, and the warmth gathered at the wound, gradually healing the wound.

Hu~

Strands of black hair fell from his shoulders.

Huang Shanjun's palm was originally aimed at his neck, but the sudden burst of the black iron sword just now caused Huang Shanjun's body to shift slightly.

As a result, Huang Shanjun's palm almost passed through the side of his neck, cut off his hair, and hit his shoulder heavily, causing him a comminuted fracture.

"Huang Shanjun is really powerful!"

"If he used this kind of sound roar secret technique at the beginning, I'm afraid I can't escape!"

Han Yi was a little shocked. This time he really used all his means to barely take this man down.

In the last sword, he even used the means at the bottom of the box...

Sword Realm, one kill every ten steps!

A kill every ten steps. Within ten steps, blood will fall from the edge of the sword. Within ten steps, all the enemies will be wiped out!

It was also with the power of this sword that he was able to withstand Huang Shanjun's roaring secret technique and cut off his head!

"It seems that in the sword realm, killing once every ten steps can only be used as a last resort in the future..." Han Yi felt his weak body and felt helpless.

Although he had comprehended both the sword and knife meanings, the sword meaning was killing once every ten steps, and the knife meaning was as heavy as a mountain.

But it was obvious that the sword meaning's killing once every ten steps was born only for killing people. When using it, the whole body's murderous aura and sword meaning were completely restrained until the last moment, and the sword meaning would burst out and destroy all the life of the opponent.

It can be said that killing once every ten steps was born for killing people, pursuing the ultimate lethality, always ready to go, until the end, it will fully burst out.

The knife meaning is different, it is as heavy as a mountain, and it has a majestic and frontal style, so although the explosive power is insufficient, it can fight for a long time and has strong endurance.

"Hurry up, there's movement here!"

"I've seen the signal just now, it should be in this area!"

"Pay attention to the formation, pay attention to the formation..."

In the wind, there was a faint voice of shouting and commanding.

Han Yi leaped up, took advantage of the collapsed pillar, and jumped onto the half-burned plaque on the road, looking up.

On the hillside, from the ground to the grass and trees. It was covered with a layer of white, and it looked like a huge white paper from a distance.

And in the middle of the white paper, something was surging.

That thing was dark and seemed to be a tide, and it seemed to be...

The densely packed soldiers in brown leather armor, like ants, rushed to Taohua Village where Han Yi was in a fan shape under the command of the captain and the adjutant!

After such a long time, after Huang Shanjun sent out the signal, a large number of soldiers formed a huge military formation and strangled them!

"Ahem... It's time to go!"

Han Yi coughed lightly. After a short rest, the medicine and strength played a role in recovery.

The internal injuries he had just suffered, the internal organs vibrated by the sound waves, gradually began to work normally, and the numbness and shock on his body, as well as the blood and strength that were shaken, began to recover.

Although the left arm that suffered a comminuted fracture could not be completely recovered in a short time, after Han Yi's fixation and bandage, at least it did not affect normal movement.

Han Yi used his left foot to come to Huang Shanjun's body again. He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly searched in his arms and waist bag.

Without time to look closely, he quickly put away the things he found in the search and put them in the package behind him.

At the same time, he took out a few small earthenware jars from the package, poured out the liquid in them, and evenly sprinkled them around Huang Shanjun's body and where he might leave traces.

The earthenware jars contained special kerosene, which had strong adhesion, high temperature, and was not easy to extinguish.

Of course, Han Yi did not forget to replenish Xue Mei Pa's charging skills.

Then, he took out the flint tinder and quickly ignited the kerosene.

Suddenly!

A black and red flame burned violently, and soon, the fire made a crackling sound, engulfing all the traces left by Han Yi and Huang Shanjun's body.

The fire brought high temperature, and the flames licked the dead wood and the ground fiercely. The snow melted and turned into snow water, and then turned into white mist, drifting away.

Boom!

The fusion of white snow and ice made the half plaque, which was already shaky, unable to hold up anymore. It fell to the ground and into the fire.

Crackling!

After the first fire, the black word "peach blossom" that could still be vaguely seen disappeared again this time, just like Huang Shanjun and Huang Ziang, father and son, and fell into sleep forever again.

All that was left was the unique woody aroma of burning wood and the burnt smell of raw meat.

"We have to go..."

After doing all this, Han Yi heard the approaching sound of the army gathering. He used the flying swallow leg and ran in the opposite direction under the stimulation of strength and left the scene.

Now that all the teams have gathered together, it has given him a gap to leave. Even if there are a few teams with soldiers stationed, as long as there is no master like Huang Shanjun to stop him, he can't stop his way!

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"It's this area. The sound of fighting just broke out. At the same time, there was a signal from Mr. Huang."

"Be alert, be alert, don't mess up the formation!"

Huang Wei, wearing exquisite leather armor, loudly commanded the teams one by one. As Huang Shanjun's trusted adjutant, he temporarily served as the highest commander when Huang Shanjun was away.

"There's something going on. Look, there's thick smoke over there!"

A soldier came forward to report that on the mountain not far away, billowing black smoke was rising, like a beacon fire, attracting attention.

"That place seems to be the place where Mr. Huang sent the last signal..." Huang Wei looked up and muttered to himself, with a bad premonition in his heart.

He can have today's status, all thanks to Huang Shanjun's appreciation, promotion, and care.

For him, Huang Shanjun is both a teacher and a father, and also his idol.

'Mr. Huang, you are the pillar of our Huang family, you must not have any accidents...'

He prayed with worry.

After a while, a large number of people followed the smoke and came to the fire area.

This place is located in the ice and snow, and then it is freezing cold. After everyone threw a lot of mud and snow water into it, the fire soon lowered its head and dimmed until it went out, leaving only wisps of black smoke.

"This is..."

Huang Wei picked up the broken weapon fragments on the ground, and his pupils shrank.