After a loud bang, Zhou Rui took a few steps back and used his feet to stand firmly. He breathed a sigh of relief from his mouth. His right hand holding the sword had already started to tremble, and beads of sweat as big as beans slowly dripped down.
Han Yijing also straightened his body and looked at Zhou Rui and said, "Boy, he has a good foundation and deep internal strength." Han Yijing was also secretly surprised. He originally thought that the person standing opposite was just a boy, and he would not think it was too powerful. This was Zhou Rui's reliance on his internal energy to take his own blow, which made Han Yijing very surprised.
Zhou Rui remained silent, and his right hand secretly ran his internal strength to relieve his muscles and bones, but he was afraid that Han Yijing would see his pain. He said with a strong voice in his mouth: "What's this? I have more exciting things here that I haven't played with for you."
Han Yixing's face became more and more gloomy, and he asked in a low voice: "I'll ask you the last time, who are you, how did you know the sword skills of my Dongjian Sect? If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
Zhou Rui didn't answer, and changed the sword moves in his hand. Two balls of flames rose slowly, and purple flames kept spinning around Zhou Rui's body.
Han Yijing became even more ugly and said, "This is the sword technique in my Dongjian Sect Library. You can do it. I will definitely not be able to keep you today!" Han Yijing naturally had full internal strength, and the white internal energy wrapped Han Yijing's body in it. The name of the Vajra Sword was only appearing at this time.
Zhou Rui waved his left hand and a purple flame hit Han Yixing. Han Yixing did not hide, allowing the purple flame to hit his own mist.
"Bang!"
After a loud bang, the fog around Han Yijing was intact and there was not even a single gray. The people below looked at it in surprise, and exclaimed in surprise. Everyone said in unison: "It is worthy of being the Vajra Sword that has such defensive ability." Although Han Yijing is already a famous master, in people's eyes, some people's force is naturally shocked everyone.
With the cheers from the audience, Han Yixing also moved. Zhou Rui could not see Han Yixing's movement at all, but saw Han Yixing, surrounded by fog, constantly moving his body, and the spherical fog hit Zhou Rui. Zhou Rui was shocked, knocked a ball of flame around him, and jumped into the air.
The purple flame hit the fog without any effect, and the white fog was unscathed. This surprised Zhou Rui, who was in mid-air, bit his lip hard, and cursed secretly: "This turtle shell is really hard."
Although this scolding was unpleasant, it was appropriate to describe it. Han Yixing dispersed the flames and continued to fly towards Zhou Rui in mid-air. Zhou Rui stopped in mid-air and could not control the direction. Seeing that Han Yixing was about to hit him, the sword in his hand quickly changed its moves, and a flying sword meteor hit Han Yixing with a move.
Although Zhou Rui's defense ability is not as fast as Han Yijing's white mist, the sword technique in his hand is extremely fast, like a meteor falling to the ground. The meteor crossed the white mist and made a long hole in the white mist surrounding Han Yijing. However, this one was fleeting. The place that had just passed through the space was still filled with mist and returned to its original appearance.
Zhou Rui's body tilted and fell to the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I didn't expect that your turtle shell is not unbreakable."
Han Yijing was not injured, but he didn't expect that Zhou Rui, who was in mid-air, could escape and cut a hole in his mist. He just felt that all Zhou Rui's sword moves seemed familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't tell where he had seen such sword moves with his right hand.
Han Yixing landed steadily on the ground, turned around and put away the mist on his upper body and exposed his face and said, "Is it an old friend?"
Zhou Rui shook his head and said, "No."
Before Han Yijing finished speaking, Zhou Rui rushed forward and still came to a place less than ten steps away from Han Yijing. The sword in his hand stretched forward and could almost touch the fog beside Han Yijing. Han Yijing waved his right hand, and the white mist covered his body again.
The Black Dragon Cloud Fairy Sword in Zhou Rui's hand had stopped just after he touched Bai Wu. No matter how hard Zhou Rui used, the sword in his hand could not move forward any further. Han Yijing hid in the white mist and smiled coldly, saying, "Ruzi, how can such skills hurt my body."
As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted loudly and shot countless white mists around him. Zhou Rui could not dodge for a while and hit his body with the fog on his back. His body took more than ten steps before he stopped. Several wounds on his body began to slowly seep out blood.
Zhou Rui held the sword in his right hand and covered the wound with his left hand. He looked at the fog in front of him with a heavy expression. The friction of his teeth made a hissing sound. Han Yixing did not give Zhou Rui any chance to breathe, and rushed towards Zhou Rui directly. The attack had already injured Zhou Rui, and this attack would take Zhou Rui's life.