Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Seeing Lin Yanchen coming towards him, Han Yunqi didn't dare to be careless at all. He immediately waved his hand and took out a disc-shaped magic weapon from the storage ring.

"Tian Yuan Shield! Open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent light erupted from the disk, and a circular protective formation instantly unfolded, enveloping the cold clouds.

When Lin Yanchen saw this, he immediately took out a small purple dart from his storage ring.

"Breaking Dart!"

Then, the formation-breaking darts were seen landing on the circular shield. The next second, the circular shield was instantly shattered, and the disc in Han Yunqi's hand completely cracked.

Seeing that Lin Yanchen was about to stab him in the next second, Han Yunqi knew that it was too late to dodge, so he touched the storage ring again.

"Ice Armor!"

The next second, a set of translucent light armor with bursts of white smoke appeared on Han Yunqi's body.

The long sword in Lin Yanchen's hand fell on the light armor, but it failed to split the light armor. The tip of the sword scratched all the way across it, leaving only a shallow scratch on it.

"Blizzard Strike!"

Han Yun roared angrily, raised his right fist and hit Lin Yanchen directly in the chest.

Indeed, Lin Yanchen's face tightened and he quickly raised his free left hand.

"Cloud Hand!"

Then Lin Yanchen's left hand grabbed Han Yunqi's right hand.

Seeing this scene, Han Yunqi suddenly changed his face with fear.

Although his Blizzard Strike is not a unique skill, its power is definitely extraordinary. Even among the Hanxue Sect, except for a few strongest men, no one has ever been able to take it.

But now, Lin Yanchen easily neutralized his attack. How is this possible!

But Han Yunqi was surprised by more than that.

"Wrong bone hand!"

Lin Yanchen grabbed Han Yunqi's hand and moved it again, making a few simple twisting movements.

But the next second, a sharp pain suddenly shot up from Han Yunqi's arm.

"Ah!!!" "Asshole! What did you do!"

Han Yun roared angrily, looking at Lin Yanchen with eyes full of anger and fear.

"Ice Cloud Explosion!"

With a roar, a small white bead flew out of Han Yunqi's storage ring, and then exploded between the two of them in an instant.

Han Yunqi's move was almost a suicidal attack. He had no thought of protecting himself and just wanted to get rid of Lin Yanchen as soon as possible.

And this explosion did bring a lot of damage to Lin Yanchen. He was directly knocked five or six meters away and fell heavily on the battle platform.

Lin Yanchen's body was covered with blood, and his clothes, which were already in tatters, were suddenly reduced to the last few rags.

Han Yunqi, who was watching from the side, was at the center of the explosion like Lin Yanchen, but because he was wearing ice armor, his injuries were obviously lighter than Lin Yanchen's.

However, his right arm seemed to have lost control at this time and was hanging there.

Han Yunqi glanced at his arm, with a sneer on his face, and slowly turned his head to look at Lin Yanchen.

"Do you think this will end like this? Can you win?"

With that said, he took out a pill from the storage ring and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Han Yunqi's wounds began to slowly heal bit by bit, and the broken bones of his right arm also completely recovered in just a few seconds.

Han Yunqi twisted his newly recovered arm, and the smile on his face looked even more sinister.

"We, this is just the beginning!"