I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 104: Use all possible means (Qiuquanding 45)

"call out!"

The Shadow-bearing Sword turned into a stream of light, dragging light red fireworks and stabbing at the Yellow Turban Immortal.

But he saw the Yellow Turban Immortal suddenly raised his head and punched out. The fiery fist light turned into substance and hit the Shadow Bearing Sword.

clang!

The Chengying Sword retreated back. Although it was not damaged, Han Yi's eyes bulged and horror flashed through his heart.

However, he did not stop.

Instead, after taking back the Shadow Bearing Sword, he used four daggers again to shuttle wildly, completely turning the space around the Yellow Turban Immortal into a killing array.

Dang, Dang, Dang...

However, although the Yellow Turban Immortal looks burly and a creation of heaven, he is not clumsy at all, and his reaction is even more than twice as fast as Han Yi's.

This Yellow Turban Immortal was made of unknown materials, yet he was not afraid of the Wind Demon Dagger, and was able to hit it with his fist without falling behind at all.

Not far away, Han Yi suddenly activated your Spirit Finger, and it was the maximum Spirit Finger. 20% of your mana controlled the Wind Demon Dagger, trapping the Yellow Turban Immortal in place.

Eighty percent of the mana was exerted with the Lingxu Fingers, shooting wildly, and the spirit rain was like a shuttle. In just one breath, hundreds of Lingxu Fingers popped out, almost depleting all the mana in the body.

Then, he gave up the Wind Demon Dagger and used all the remaining mana to wield the Shadow Sword and perform the Lihuo Sword Technique to break the air. The speed was so fast that when the Shadow Sword approached the Yellow Turban Immortal, it made a delayed sonic boom.

call out!

A terrifying psychic storm erupted crazily around the Yellow Turban Immortal.

Peng!

A bronze-colored fist passed through the psychic storm and punched the Shadow Sword with all its strength.

The owner of this fist retreated seven or eight meters.

The Shadow Bearing Sword flew back upside down, and Han Yi, whose spiritual mind was tied to it, felt a sweetness in his throat and spurted out a mouthful of blood when he was struck by the force of the counterattack.

Han Yi retreated and returned to the edge of the square before he stopped, fell down and sat down.

"The second assessment failed, the remaining times are: eight."

After the storm dissipated, Han Yi looked at the Yellow Turban Immortal who had retreated seven or eight meters with a horrified expression.

At this moment, the yellow robe of the Yellow Turban Immortal has been destroyed, revealing a completely black torso. The torso has no trace of flesh and blood. It is made of unknown materials. It is indeed a creation of heaven.

On the black surface, there are scratches from the Wind Demon dagger just now, as well as scorched black marks from Lingxu's finger.

As for its pair of arms, one is still black like the torso, while the other has turned into bronze. This is the one that had a head-on confrontation with the Chengying Sword just now.

"Strong, too strong."

"This body can withstand the Shadow Bearing Sword, Wind Demon Dagger, and Lingxu Finger. In terms of defense alone, it is absolutely invincible below the foundation level."

"Moreover, the Yellow Turban Immortal just showed off a fire-attribute spell, which was instantaneous. However, it did not appear in the second test, which proves that he is still able to do it with ease."

"This assessment is too perverted. Do you want me to practice to the foundation building stage before fighting with him?"

Han Yi's face was extremely ugly.

After recovering a little bit of his mana, he waved gently and took back the daggers scattered around and the flying Yingying Sword.

After checking, he found that the Chengying Sword and the Wind Demon Dagger were both intact, which made him sigh in relief.

"My skills are still too weak and my methods are too weak. I must make up for this when I go out."

Han Yi concluded and started practicing.

After seven days, the mana in the body was completely restored.

"Come again."

This time, Han Yi rushed forward again. The Wind Demon dagger turned into a killing array and entangled the Yellow Turban Immortal first.

then.

This time he did not use Lingxu Finger.

Instead, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and a spiritual talisman appeared in his hand.

Yin thunder talisman.

This is his last Yin Thunder Talisman. He bought two before, and one of them was used on Jie Xiu outside Daofu City.

The first time he tried his best, he failed to use it. In this second attempt, Han Yi's trump card was this talisman.

Mana poured in, and with a flash of black light, the Yin Thunder Talisman spontaneously ignited without fire and burned to ashes instantly. Han Yi waved the arm holding the talisman forward and pointed at the Yellow Turban Immortal.

I saw the Yellow Turban Immortal, and a red light suddenly flashed in his originally calm eyes.

Han Yi's heart beat again.

The next moment, the Yellow Turban Immortal with red light shining in his eyes suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of red breath.

This breath changed instantly, outlining the shadow of a fairy mountain as tall as a person. This shadow unfolded instantly like a picture.

Almost the moment Han Yi activated the Yin Lei Talisman and pointed it at him, the Phantom Mountain Shadow Figure stood in front of him.

boom!

There was a thunderous explosion in the void, and the phantom image of the fairy mountain with the changing breath also turned into ashes.

Han Yi never expected that the Yin Thunder Talisman would be blocked, in a way he had never seen before.

But there was a sharp look in his eyes.

Now that we have taken action, we will never waste this opportunity.

The Chengying Sword comes out again.

Peng...

After ten breaths.

"The third assessment failed, the remaining times are: seven."

Han Yi retreated to the edge of the square, breathing heavily.

In front of the bronze door, the yellow scarf immortal was still standing. There were more scratches on his body, but Han Yi didn't see any way to break his body.

Perhaps, according to these tactics, Han Yi might not be able to break through the defense of the Yellow Turban Immortal even if he attacked ten times.

Han Yi didn't dare to bet on this.

Nine days later, Han Yi recovered and adjusted his condition. Then, he took out a magic weapon from his storage bag.

This is a golden fusiform magic weapon that can be held in the hand when it is not activated.

The ultimate magical weapon, the Golden Light Shuttle.

This time, Han Yi planned to use this magical weapon that had never been used before.

It is not easy to refine the best magic weapon, but Han Yi only uses it once and does not need to be completely refined.

It only took him half a month to complete the most basic ritual training, and he was able to control this magical weapon.

Han Yi's eyes were solemn, and he held the golden light shuttle in his hand. He used the lightening technique at an extremely fast speed and approached ten meters. Then, without any hesitation, he directly used the golden light shuttle in his hand.

With a flash of light, the golden light shuttle jumped up, changed its form, from stillness to movement, made a golden scratch, and exploded in the air with a loud sound.

brush! !

The Yellow Turban Immortal who was ten meters away raised his eyes, and the red light appeared in his eyes again. He opened his mouth and shouted wildly, and his body suddenly jumped up.

This was the first time that Han Yi saw the Yellow Turban Immortal shouting loudly, and it was also the first time that he saw him taking the initiative to attack, and he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

next moment.

The leaping Yellow Turban Immortal used his hands to block the golden light shuttle that turned into a golden stream of light.

then.

There was an explosion.

The Yellow Turban Immortal was directly bombarded by the golden light shuttle and hit the square hard.

But after the Yellow Turban Immortal's crazy block, the speed of the golden light shuttle has dropped by half. For the golden light shuttle, speed means power.

The Yellow Turban Immortal who was knocked down in the square stood up again in the next moment and punched out wildly with both fists.

One punch was faster than the other, and in just a moment, the shadow of the fist was formed all over the sky.

Bang bang bang...

The golden light shuttle that continued to crash downwards clashed with the fist shadow, sputtering out spiritual energy like golden flames.