I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

The distance between the town and White Crane Fairy City is not close, it is a full twenty miles. Han Yi wields a sword and flies at full strength, which takes about as much effort as a stick of incense.

The time it takes to burn an incense stick is so short that it can be ignored by ordinary people.

But from the monk's point of view, too many things can happen with a stick of incense.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the situation may be reversed in just an instant, let alone the time of a stick of incense.

Therefore, when he soared into the sky again, Han Yi did not hesitate to consume mana, and directly squeezed the mana of the spiritual sea at the fastest speed, and made a mad dash forward.

I saw a stream of light, like a cannonball, rising into the sky, drawing a parabola, and rushing towards Baihe City.

At the fatal moment, he no longer hid his figure. He just wanted to reach the Immortal City in the shortest possible time. Once he entered White Crane City, the Blood God Sect monks would never dare to attack the city. Even if they attacked the city, they would not be able to do so.

Time was running against the clock. When they crossed ten miles and were only ten miles away from the fairy city, a terrifying sonic boom sounded from behind. Han Yi turned around and looked around. His eyes widened suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he was horrified.

A ray of golden light swept over quickly, its speed was more than five times that of Han Yi.

When he turned around to look, his face changed drastically. The golden light was already less than a kilometer away from him.

Fast, fast, too fast.

That's too late.

This thought flashed through Han Yi's mind, and he sank and fled downwards. Below was a small river. On one side of the river were low mountains and forests, and on the other side were stretches of abandoned farmland.

If you can escape in mid-air, it will be an excellent target. Although it is wide, there will be a dead end. Going down, you can also use the terrain or rivers to hide your body and take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Difficult to choose one, Han Yi escaped and fell below.

but.

Han Yi's speed was much lower than his opponent's.

When he happened to escape to the ground, before he could escape into the river or the low forest, a roar, like an earth-shattering roar, came suddenly.

"Kill my son and die!"

A flash of golden light was captured by Han Yi's peripheral vision. In the next moment, the golden light was already within ten meters.

This golden light was so familiar that Han Yi thought it was his magical weapon.

Golden light shuttle.

However, compared with the golden light shuttle that he exploded, this golden light shuttle is bigger, faster, and stronger.

It shone with golden light, and the aura it erupted far exceeded any magical weapon he had ever faced.

magic weapon.

This is a genuine magic weapon.

The hair on Han Yi's back stood up, and with a huge shock in his mind, he instinctively swung his sword.

The broken sword of black light flashed past.

Gold and black collided instantly.

The terrifying power overturned him and knocked him down ten meters. In the abandoned farmland, he plowed a scratch of more than 100 meters. At the end of the scratch, Han Yi vomited blood and looked horrified.

The black sword flew high over his head and was inserted behind him. A hundred meters away, the broken sword was inserted into the farmland and submerged the top of the hilt.

Although the black light broken sword was not broken, it was still shaking wildly, and most of the spiritual consciousness attached to it was shattered.

Han Yi's vomiting of blood was usually due to the collision between the golden light shuttle and the black light sword. On the one hand, it was because most of his spiritual consciousness was destroyed, and his soul was implicated, suppressing more than just the internal injuries.

The sky was full of violent spiritual energy, which was wiped away by a piece of sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

The golden light shuttle reappeared and floated in front of a monk.

The monk landed slowly and met Han Yi's eyes.

This is a monk who is nearly 70 years old, wearing a blood-colored robe, and there are bright uncoagulated blood stains on the robe.

The aura on the monk's body was completely aroused and dispersed without any concealment. On the other side of the river, the low mountains and forests were covered with fallen leaves. In the abandoned farmland, insects and mosquitoes were directly killed by this aura. Farther away, mortals were crawling. On the ground, shaking and motionless.

Han Yi looked into his blood-red eyes and saw hatred deep in his bones.

"Tian Qingcheng, my son Yuan Bai was killed and the golden light shuttle was lost. I have been looking for him for more than ten years and tortured countless Xuandan Sect monks. Today, the enemy is finally revealed."

The murderous intent in Yuan Changtian's eyes has become reality.

A foundation-building monk can live up to about two hundred and fifty years. He only gave birth to a son at the advanced age of two hundred years. It can be said that he is old and has a son. He treats his son as a treasure. Even the top-quality magic he has just entered the foundation-building period. The weapon and the golden light shuttle were all given to his son.

Unexpectedly, in a simple mission, his son died in the hands of the Xuan Dan Sect. The soul card placed in the Blood God Sect was shattered that night. When he rushed to Tianqing City, he could only find a body burned by the explosion talisman.

Since then, he has been looking for the person who killed his son and wanted to kill him for revenge.

After more than ten years, this time was his last attack on the Xuandan Sect monks. His original plan was to leave Dayong after this time. As for this blood feud, he could not find his enemy, so he had no choice but to give up.

But unexpectedly, this time, there was a clue.

In the village provided by Lu Zhi, he found fragments of the Golden Light Shuttle. This magical weapon was the one he used in the early stages of foundation building. He had used it for more than thirty years, so he was naturally very familiar with it. Even though it was broken, it was still If you can catch a familiar aura of the magic weapon, you will never be able to admit it.

If the lost golden light shuttle is found, then there is no doubt that this person is the one who killed his son.

Dozens of meters away, Han Yi struggled to get up, his face changed drastically and his pupils shrank slightly.

Naturally, he would never forget that night in Tian Qingcheng. He did not expect that the other party could recognize him through the golden light shuttle.

Yuan Changtian confirmed this again from Han Yi's slight change in expression, and a ferocious look flashed across his face.

"As expected."

"God has eyes."

"die!"

As soon as the word 'death' fell, the golden light bloomed again. When the golden light just reflected on his eyes, the golden light shuttle was already only ten meters away from him.

Fast, fast, too fast.

It was so close that Han Yi couldn't even activate the third-level spiritual talisman at the bottom of the box, the Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman.

In this case, if you take out the magic talisman from the storage bag and waste less than a tenth of an instant, when the magic talisman is taken out, the golden light shuttle will have penetrated your body regardless of whether it is activated or not.

Even if there is a magic talisman, the best outcome is to die together.

Han Yi even suspected that Yuan Changtian would not give him time to activate the talisman.

Just like when he faced Han Xuxiao not long ago, Han Xuxiao took out the magic talisman, but his black light broken sword had penetrated his head. Even with the magic talisman, it was of no avail.

Given the difference in strength, the magic talisman may not be useful because you won't even have time to activate it.

In less than a tenth of an instant, in the blink of an eye, Han Yi had already figured this out.

The Black Light Broken Sword was too far away and it was too late to pull out the Qingping Sword behind him. The time left for him to react was only enough time to take out one item from the storage bag. Moreover, this item was still It can't be a magic talisman, because it may not be activated, and even if it can be activated, he will die.

Therefore, at this moment, Han Yi took out a magic weapon. This magic weapon was the highest-grade magic weapon in his storage bag.

This is a bloody long knife.

The bloody long sword from Mo Wen, this sword weapon, is already the top-notch sword weapon.

Han Yi took out this magic weapon in order to block the opponent and give himself a little more time to avoid the attack of the golden light shuttle and activate the third-level magic talisman.

boom!

As soon as the golden light hit, the bloody knife broke. The broken knife crossed the side of his head, leaving a scratch on the left side of his forehead. Han Yi was shaken all over, and blood spattered from the tiger's mouth. Holding the broken bloody knife, his whole body was bombarded and he retreated. Hundreds of meters.

"Huh?"

"Mowen Dao? Mowen also died in your hands."

"Huh, if that's the case, I won't let you off the hook."

The golden light paused and blasted away at a faster speed.

but.

After being blocked by the blood knife, a golden talisman appeared in Han Yi's hand while being thrown a hundred meters away.

On top of the talisman, there are two symbols with many strokes, which look like some kind of ancient characters.

The life-saving means given by Yuan Shun, the third-level spiritual talisman, Xuandu Yanghuo Talisman.

Before landing, Han Yi's magic power poured into the talisman from his hand, and the talisman lit up.

The next moment, a terrifying suction force came from the spiritual talisman, which instantly drained about 80% of the mana in Han Yi's spiritual sea, causing his expression to change again.

If this magic talisman still doesn't work, he will have no choice but to die. Even if he abandons his physical body and escapes into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, he may not be able to win against the opponent.

Although his soul is strong, it is still much weaker when facing a monk who is at the peak of foundation building and on the verge of forming a core.

Even with the extremely powerful soul technique of Five Declines of the Soul, Han Yi did not have the slightest confidence to win in the battle of the soul.

In an instant, my mind was spinning wildly.

The talisman in his hand had turned into a blazing light. Holding the light in his hand, Han Yi thought he was holding a sun.

Blessed with his soul, Han Yi crushed the light in his palm. His consciousness attached to the light and pointed at Yuan Changtian's position more than a hundred meters away.

In an instant.

A flame jumped from his hand.

This flame is different from all the flames Han Yi has seen. It is different from ordinary flames, different from the deep fire of Huo Mingzhen, different from Mu Jianxu's Dan Fire, and even different from Taishang Xuanyuan Bagua Furnace The Xuanyuan Liuding Divine Fire.

This flame is like a ball of light condensed. Saying it is fire is just Han Yi's subconscious reaction.

The light that gathered together was pure white.

The light jumped directly to the top of Yuan Changtian's head, more than a hundred meters away.

The activation of the magic talisman was not fast, and it also took time for Han Yi to crush the light. These two actions brought the golden light shuttle one step further, almost reaching his eyes.

At the same time, the light formed by the Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman had also reached Yuan Changtian's head.

Just at this time.

Yuan Changtian suddenly raised his head and saw the strange white light emerging from the void. His heart palpitated. The sign of death magnified and climbed to its peak in an instant.

"Third-level talisman."

Yuan Changtian did not recognize this spiritual talisman, but at this moment, it did not prevent him from sensing the level of the spiritual talisman from the threat it posed to him.

The talisman that can make you feel the signs of death is definitely a third-level or higher talisman, equivalent to a golden elixir monk's full-strength talisman.

The speed of the magic talisman was equivalent to a strike from the golden elixir. Even he had no time to react. When his expression changed drastically, he only had time to throw out a magic weapon.

Unlike Han Yi, although Han Yi has many magical weapons, they are all relatively single in nature, and they are all offensive magical weapons.

The magic weapon thrown by Yuan Changtian was a defensive magic weapon.

A golden umbrella opened instantly.

However, just when the golden umbrella was halfway opened, the light had silently burned through the half-opened umbrella and fell on Yuan Changtian.

All of a sudden.

The light dissipated silently, but a little flame rose up from Yuan Changtian's body. The flames instantly spread throughout his body, turning him into a human-shaped torch.

Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman, there is a polar sun fire sealed in the talisman, which can burn the body and soul. It is difficult to extinguish if it is stained. It will take seven, seven and forty-nine days to dissipate naturally.

same moment.

When the fire first ignited, the golden light, which was a hundred meters away, was already within three meters of Han Yi.

At this moment, his body had just landed on the ground and was not yet firm. He released the broken bloody knife with his right hand, and blood dripped from the tiger's mouth.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged, and a flash of black light climbed up from in front of him, and was held in his hands.

Black light broken sword.

Han Yi's explosive retreat this time, due to deliberate control and luck, happened to retreat a hundred meters away, falling behind the position where the black light broken sword was blown away just now.

The golden and black lights collided again.

This time, because the position was lower, and Han Yi did not wield the sword, but held it.

A terrifying force was transmitted from the sword.

Click...

First the wrist, then the elbow, then the elbow, a series of clicks sounded almost simultaneously.

The bones in his hands were shattered, and this thought flashed across Han Yi's mind.

then.

The broken sword pressed against his chest, and his internal organs were shattered and displaced by the violent shock.

Pfft.

The man was in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

But even with his hands shattered and his internal organs shattered and displaced, Han Yi still clung to the broken sword.

Under the pressure of golden light.

This time, Han Yi was like a cannonball, flying wildly, and the grass in the barren farmland was pressed directly to the ground.

In less than an instant, a figure smashed into a mound in the abandoned farmland. Without slowing down, it blasted directly into a low hill and was deeply embedded in it.

The collision sent him flying more than three hundred meters.

Along the road, blood stains were scattered, staining the fields red, like a bloody road.

"Ahem..."

In the hill pile, several sounds of coughing up blood could be heard.

A figure shook away the sand and stones and rushed out.

The two sleeves of the robe on his body had been torn to pieces and scattered into powder, revealing two bloody arms. The arms were weak and drooping, but they were holding a black broken sword tightly. The blood flowed from the arms like water. , dripped directly down, dripping along the broken sword.

Han Yi's face was pale, with an abnormal flush emerging.

In that blow just now, although his condition was miserable, he still had the strength to fight. His skin was injured, the bones in his hands were broken, his chest and ribs were all broken, and his five organs were shattered and displaced.

Injuries like this may be fatal to monks in the Qi training stage. However, for foundation-building monks, their vitality is stronger. Such injuries can be sustained for a period of time. As long as the soul is immortal and the spiritual sea is not broken, Physical damage is limited after all.

Han Yi, who rushed out of the small mound, looked at Yuan Changtian who was more than 300 meters away.

He saw a human-shaped torch rushing towards him quickly. Through the pure white flames, which did not look very powerful but were immortal, Han Yi saw a pair of eyes filled with blood, and his heart suddenly trembled. .

The third-level talisman is effective, and the opponent is dead.

However, looking at this situation, the other party will not die immediately. Before death, he will definitely drag him with him to the deathbed.

These two thoughts emerged at the same time.

Han Yi felt a chill in his heart and turned around to run away.

However, at the moment of escaping, Han Yi also saw a golden light embedded in the barren farmland not far away. It was not activated. It was the opponent's golden light shuttle.

Yuan Changtian didn't even think about the golden light shuttle, but rushed towards him. Does it mean that the other party is no longer able to control the golden light shuttle under the pure white flames.

As soon as this idea emerged, a set of daggers appeared beside Han Yi.

The top-grade magical weapon, Tiandu Dagger.

Six daggers, all black, rushed towards Yuan Changtian in an instant.

When Han Yi was surprised, Yuan Changtian did not dodge, but ran straight into him.

After a few slight puffs, Han Yi felt pain in his consciousness and his expression changed again.

It was that flame that burned out all consciousness.

When the six Tiandu daggers pierced Yuan Changtian's body, they were also touched by the pure white flames. As soon as the flames burned, the consciousness attached to the daggers was burned out.

Moreover, this kind of burning was faster and more terrifying than when he met Lu Zhi before, and his soul felt a sharp pain.

"Don't let yourself get caught in the flames." Han Yihan's hair rose.

then.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and two more swords appeared beside him.

A top-grade sword, the Coiling Dragon Sword.

A top-grade sword, a demon-slaying sword.

The Panlong Sword captured the halberd-wielding young man from the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains who was suspected to be a descendant of the Duke of Daqian.

Xue He, the blood god who obtained the Demon-Slaying Sword.

These two swords were just ordinary high-grade swords. After he stepped into the ninth level of Qi training, they were of little use and had been kept in the storage bag for emergencies.

At this time, it happens to be useful.

Han Yi, who was retreating, had a sharp look in his eyes again.

The Coiling Dragon Sword and the Demon-Slaying Sword jumped up, one to the left and the other to the right. Before approaching Yuan Changtian three meters, they were directly detonated by Han Yi's consciousness.

Han Yi, who was already seriously injured, was shocked again.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a bloody tear flowed out of them, streaking across his cheeks, but he remained unmoved.

The self-destruction of the two high-grade swords turned into two torrents of broken swords, rushing towards Yuan Changtian.

There was a slight popping sound like hundreds of bullets punching through the wood at the same time.

Yuan Changtian, who was coming from the attack, was stunned. Bloody fragments fell to the ground from behind him. He was severely injured and roared crazily. He roared as hard as he could. There was a ferocious aura in this roar.

However, Han Yi, who then retreated, was not surprised but happy, because his crazy roar also revealed the end of his strength. As long as he persisted for a moment, he could drag the opponent to death.

This is something I am good at.

Han Yi's bloody eyes were filled with fierce glare.

A bloody sword has appeared in front of him.

This is his personal magic weapon that he got from killing Xue He when he was slaying demons in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Stars.

Obtain the Blood Divine Sect, use the Blood Divine Sect.

Han Yi's body shook for a while, and he was almost exhausted.

However, he still endured the severe pain in his soul. The speed of the blood sword was so slow that even a ninth-level Qi training monk could dodge it.

The blood sword points.

Yuan Changtian was also on the verge of death. He couldn't avoid it and hit him forcefully.

Pfft.

An arm burning with pure white flames was thrown far away.

The blood sword was also touched by the flames. After a moment, it melted into the flames and the flames were extinguished.

Han Yi fell on his back, but got up again.

"Come again." The obsession has arisen in my mind.

then.

He threw the magic weapons in his storage bag out one by one. Every time one of them exploded, his soul was shaken, and his injuries became more serious.

Yuan Changtian's figure was blocked for a moment, and Han Yi took the opportunity to distance himself. The opponent passed by the magic weapon and blew himself up. Then he rushed over, and Han Yi blew up the magic weapon again...

This is completely a lose-lose approach, even close to dying together. However, Han Yi is the only way to kill the other party.

in this way.

The two of them chased and escaped, and their speed became slower and slower. In the end, every step was as heavy as a mountain. Gradually, they were approaching the edge of the farmland.

Crossing the edge of the farmland, Han Yi's heart trembled. The magic weapon in the storage bag was empty.

In his heart, he was not reluctant to give up, and he rushed forward with his last complete magic weapon, the Qingping Sword.

Intermittent weak consciousness poured into Qingping Sword.

Qingping Sword swayed and swooped down diagonally towards Yuan Changtian.

According to the past, the divine consciousness integrated into the magic weapon can detonate the magic weapon as long as it is pressed hard and disrupts the inherent formation or hardware structure of the magic weapon.

but.

This time, there was a resistance coming from Qingping Sword.

Han Yi was stunned for a moment. The Qingping Sword was already like an arrow from the string, piercing through the head of Yuan Changtian, who was almost in human form.

Qingping's sword flew dozens of meters away and plunged diagonally into the ground.

However, the flames on this green and black sword did not melt it. Instead, the flames were wiped by an invisible force and extinguished directly.

Pfft.

Yuan Changtian's body suddenly froze after his head was pierced. His forward body hit the farmland, and his body turned into a ball, a burning corpse.

This sword.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

At this time, Yuan Changtian had really reached the last moment of his life. In his vague consciousness, he only had one obsession, which was to drag the other person to die together.

But in fact, in addition to his obsession, his soul was burned away, leaving only a body.

Even without this sword, he might not be able to kill Han Yi.

The Xuandu Yang Fire Talisman not only acts on the physical body, but also on the soul. After the head is pierced, the soul is burned into nothingness.

No matter how unwilling you are, they will all turn into ashes.

And the other side.

Han Yi was also seriously injured. He was almost unable to move. He was covered in blood. His right hand was holding the only broken sword. His eyes were covered with blood and blurred. He could clearly see the flames chasing after him.

Up to this moment, Han Yi was better than Yuan Changtian, but the improvement was limited. Although he was not dead, he looked like he was not far away from death.

Seeing Yuan Changtian turn into a ball of flame, Han Yi did not relax, but cheered up. In the space of the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul staggered to stand up. A soul sword separated and came out, but trembled and dissipated again. Integrate into the soul body.

Even the soul sword could not be condensed, which shows how badly Han Yi's soul was hurt.

but.

In the next battle of the soul, even without the soul sword, Han Yi would fight to the death to use the Five Decline Techniques of the Soul.

However, after a full ten breaths, the flames had burned Yuan Changtian's body into a ball of ashes, and Yuan Changtian's soul did not appear.

Han Yi didn't dare to be careless and waited for a full stick of incense before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent's soul was extinguished by the strange flame.

There is no need to engage in a battle of souls.

This battle is won.

Han Yi wanted to laugh, but couldn't. There was blood in his throat. After vomiting it out, he felt a little better.

Right now.

A voice came from high in the sky, with a meaning of joy, but it made Han Yi startled.

"He should be able to find such a good disciple because of his advanced skills."

"God willing."

"Wonderful, wonderful."