12dz Chapter 127 Misunderstanding
Chapter 127 Misunderstanding
Su Yao moved with light, graceful steps, her white dress swaying in the wind, her aloof and ethereal气质 like that of a fairy descending to earth. She slightly raised her slender hand, gently gathering a stray strand of hair, and her lips parted, her voice as cold as snowflakes falling from an iceberg: "Han Yi, don't speak nonsense and slander. I merely happened to be passing by and came here while following clues." With that, her beautiful eyes hardened, and she coldly stared at Han Yi.
Han Yi's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. He took a sudden step forward, and the ground trembled slightly as his solid foot landed. His spiritual energy surged like a dark current, with the potential to explode. "Hmph! What? Is Fairy Su planning to forcibly take me back to the sect?" His eyes were full of mockery as he crossed his arms and stood proudly.
Su Yao furrowed her willow-leaf-like brows slightly, and with a flick of her jade hand, the Ice Soul Sword was instantly drawn. Its blade gleamed with cold light, and a powerful pressure spread outwards like a tidal wave: "Of course. Your actions in the Netherworld Forest have caused the unfortunate deaths and heavy losses of many powerful figures in our Hua Kingdom's Cultivation Alliance. Shouldn't you provide a reasonable explanation?" Her brows furrowed, her eyes burning with anger, and she gripped the Ice Soul Sword tightly, ready to draw her sword at the slightest provocation.
Han Yi's mockery deepened. He crossed his arms and sneered, "Fairy Su, don't try to sound so high and mighty. Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You just want someone to take the blame. To be honest, I, Han Yi, will not take the fall. If you're not satisfied, you can draw up a line and let me see the formidable methods of your righteous path." He raised his head, his eyes filled with disdain and provocation, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Su Yao remained silent for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. With a sharp cry, she moved like lightning, thrusting her sword straight at Han Yi. The sword flashed like a dragon, its cold light gleaming, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Han Yi, however, remained calm and composed, drawing his sword from his waist. True fire instantly enveloped the blade, flames billowing forth, the intense heat distorting the surrounding air. With a roar, he moved with ghostly speed, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Su Yao. His sword whistled through the air as he aimed for her throat. His sharp eyes seemed to see through Su Yao's every move, a confident smile playing on his lips.
Su Yao wielded her immortal sword with agility, the blade seemingly coming alive in her hands, tracing graceful arcs as it met the attack. The two swords clashed, a resounding clang of metal echoing through the heavens, sparks flying like dazzling fireworks. Han Yi felt a powerful force surge through him, his arm slightly numb, but he coldly snorted, showing no sign of retreat, instead channeling his power into another attack. His swordsmanship suddenly shifted, his movements as nimble as snakes, his attacks like a relentless, surging tide, each strike imbued with powerful spiritual energy, sweeping towards Su Yao. Su Yao's figure was ethereal, her swordsmanship sharp and beautiful, her spiritual energy surging, churning the surrounding air into chaos. However, under Han Yi's powerful onslaught, she gradually found herself unable to withstand the onslaught, repeatedly facing perilous situations. Her face grew increasingly pale, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her eyes revealing a hint of tension and unease, yet she stubbornly gritted her teeth and persevered.
Han Yi grew increasingly fierce in the fight, gradually finding it tedious. He secretly activated the Five Elements Immortal Technique, his sharp gaze fixed on Su Yao, searching for her weakness. Suddenly, after one of her attacks, Su Yao paused slightly, revealing an opening. A thought flashed through Han Yi's mind, a cunning glint in his eyes, but he didn't seize the opportunity to kill her. Instead, he lightly tapped his sword, releasing a burst of spiritual energy as a warning to Su Yao. A playful smile played on his lips as he looked at Su Yao and said, "Fairy Su, you'd better be careful."
Upon seeing this, Su Yao's expression changed drastically, clearly not expecting Han Yi to show mercy. She was startled, and at the same time, a surge of resentment and anger welled up within her. She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Just then, a surge of spiritual energy, like a raging storm, came from afar, indicating that a powerful being was rapidly approaching. Han Yi and Su Yao's expressions changed simultaneously, and they tacitly stopped their attacks, watching the distance warily. A huge black shadow was seen flying towards them like a shooting star.
The shadowy figure landed, revealing the man in the blood-red robe. His crimson robe billowed in the wind, exuding a chilling aura. The man coldly glanced at Han Yi and Su Yao, a cruel sneer curling his lips. His voice was icy and piercing: "Two ignorant brats, making quite a spectacle of yourselves. But unfortunately, you will both die here today." His eyes were filled with killing intent, his hands clenched slightly into fists, and his black robe billowed as if black flames were burning around him.
Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously gripped his sword hilt tightly, staring intently at the man in the blood-red robe: "Man in the blood-red robe, why have you come again?" His expression was serious and solemn, and he leaned forward slightly, ready for battle.
The man in the blood-red robe burst into loud laughter, his voice filled with arrogance and triumph: "Because you've hindered my plans. Han Yi, you have too many secrets; I can't let you live. Su Yao, you meddlesome brat, you won't live either." He tilted his head back, his smile twisted and ferocious, his eyes revealing madness and evil.
Su Yao frowned, her beautiful eyes wide open, glaring at the man in the blood-red robe: "You wicked villain, this fairy will not let you succeed." The Ice Soul Sword in her hand trembled slightly, as if sensing its master's anger, and the light on the sword became even more dazzling.
The man in the blood-red robe scoffed disdainfully, "You lot? You're simply overestimating yourselves." With that, he flashed forward, attacking Han Yi and Su Yao like a ghost. His moves were unpredictable and lightning-fast; as his hands danced, black mist dispersed, forming a massive black curtain that instantly enveloped the entire space. Han Yi and Su Yao quickly joined forces to defend themselves.
Han Yi roared, unleashing his true fire. The flames rapidly condensed, transforming into a majestic Qilin. The Qilin raised its head and roared, flames blazing fiercely as it charged towards the blood-robed man, seemingly trying to dispel the black mist. Su Yao was not to be outdone. She wielded her sword, the immortal blade flashing through the air like a serpent, attacking the blood-robed man's vitals. Her eyes were resolute, her face cold, and she chanted incantations, continuously infusing the immortal sword with spiritual power.
Seeing this, the man in the blood-red robe snorted coldly, his hands moving rapidly. Suddenly, countless hidden weapons shot out from the black mist, raining down on Han Yi and Su Yao. Han Yi and Su Yao dodged the weapons. However, the weapons were numerous and fast, and even as they dodged, some still grazed their bodies, drawing blood. Han Yi's arm was cut by a hidden weapon; his brow furrowed, a flash of anger in his eyes. Su Yao's skirt was also torn by a hidden weapon; she was startled, but gritted her teeth and continued fighting.
"Think you can hurt me? How naive." The man in the blood-red robe laughed wildly as he watched the two of them scrambling to dodge the hidden weapons, his face full of mockery and contempt.
Unmoved by his words, Han Yi and Su Yao exchanged a knowing glance. They simultaneously took a deep breath and unleashed their strongest attacks. Han Yi pushed the power of the True Fire Qilin to its limit, while Su Yao amplified the brilliance of her immortal sword to its peak. The two powerful forces merged, converging into a world-destroying force, like a dazzling star, hurtling towards the blood-robed man. Han Yi's eyes were focused, his expression serious, all his spiritual energy poured into this single move. Su Yao's face was pale, but her eyes were resolute, her hand gripping the sword tightly, as if it were one with her.
The man in the blood-red robes paled, clearly sensing the immense power emanating from this force. However, he didn't back down; instead, a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes as he fearlessly met the attack head-on. The two forces collided, and in an instant, a deafening explosion resounded, distorting and warping space as if the end of the world had arrived. The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, and the shockwave spread outwards, destroying everything around them; the earth trembled, and the mountains shook.
After the explosion, Han Yi knelt on one knee, coughing up blood, his face as pale as paper, his eyes revealing exhaustion and weakness. Su Yao also swayed precariously, her immortal sword nearly slipping from her grasp; she used the sword to support herself, barely managing not to fall.
Looking at the two men's miserable state, the man in the blood-red robe laughed wildly: "Two ants-like beings, yet you dare to contend with me?" He put his hands on his hips, his face full of arrogance and pride.