12dz Chapter 87 Fierce Battle Suddenly Encountered by Poisonous Incense, True Fire Breaks Through Evil an
Chapter 87 Fierce Battle Suddenly Encountered by Poisonous Incense, True Fire Breaks Through Evil an
Han Yi nimbly dodged Lu Xuefeng's attacks, occasionally brandishing his long sword to fend off any stragglers.
The longsword pierced the air like the cry of a phoenix, its cold light gleaming. The crimson spiritual power belonging to the sword's owner, Han Yi, bloomed freely under the clear sky, gently stirred by the breeze. It then, with a free and unrestrained heroic spirit, fearlessly confronted the fierce attacks of Lu Xuefeng, whose strength was clearly superior.
A dazzling light emanated from the scene, yet amidst the fierce battle, Han Yi detected a faint, elegant fragrance. What could a scent emanate from during such a life-or-death struggle? He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing focus and vigilance. His longsword swung out once more, the blade tracing a sharp line of light through the air. The sword light layered upon layered, moving with astonishing agility in Han Yi's hands. The swordplay was undeniably powerful, yet unpredictable, leaving his opponent breathless and unable to anticipate the direction of his next strike.
A streak of black light suddenly pierced through the shockwave of crimson spiritual energy, accompanied by a series of whistling sounds. Han Yi's expression darkened, and he raised his hand, holding his sword upright in front of him to block the oncoming black light. The sword trembled so violently that his arm shook, yet Han Yi's eyes grew even more resolute, showing no sign of retreat. He stared intently at Lu Xuefeng, calculating his next move.
Lu Xuefeng stood tall and straight, a long spear with dark gold patterns strapped to his back. He looked at Han Yi, his expression still arrogant, as if victory was assured. But Han Yi's tenacious resistance surprised him; he hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young man to possess such strength. Lu Xuefeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his spear trembling in his hand, preparing to launch another attack.
Lu Xuefeng's attacks grew increasingly fierce, his spear thrusting towards Han Yi like a tidal wave. Han Yi was forced to retreat, beads of sweat gradually forming on his forehead. But he remained calm, his mind still sharp. Suddenly, a glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes. He noticed a tiny opening in Lu Xuefeng's powerful attack. Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity, his figure flashing to avoid Lu Xuefeng's spear, and then his longsword darted like a serpent towards the opening.
Lu Xuefeng was startled and hurriedly parried with his spear. But Han Yi's sword was too fast; although he blocked most of the attacks, he was still grazed on the arm by Han Yi's sword energy. Lu Xuefeng's face darkened, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. He hadn't expected to be injured by Han Yi. He roared and launched an even more ferocious attack.
The clash of guns and swords rang out incessantly, sparks flying everywhere. The battle between the two grew increasingly fierce, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded. They had never witnessed such a spectacular fight, their hearts filled with awe. Han Yi and Lu Xuefeng were both giving their all, neither willing to yield an inch. Their battle was like a storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield. And at the center of this storm, Han Yi and Lu Xuefeng's figures were like two bolts of lightning, constantly clashing and intersecting.
Han Yi suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over him, as if the whole world was spinning. He knew something was wrong and instantly realized he had been poisoned. Only then did he recall the strange fragrance. Han Yi forced himself to stay upright and turned his gaze to the woman beside Li Ming who hadn't made a move.
The woman's eyes were clear and cold like the moon, yet a hint of cunning flickered within them. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, her expression clearly mocking Han Yi's carelessness. The woman wore a pale purple dress, her figure graceful, like a blooming violet, exuding a mysterious and captivating aura. She stood there quietly, seemingly completely out of place with the fierce battle unfolding around her.
At this moment, she held a peculiar magical artifact in her hand—an exquisite purple sachet. At first glance, the sachet appeared extremely ordinary, but it concealed a secret. Whenever the woman gently shook the sachet, wisps of eerie poisonous gas would be quietly released. The gas had a delicate fragrance, extremely difficult to detect, and was not a potent poison, but rather caused a temporary weakness and lethargy. Clearly, the poison Han Yi had been afflicted with originated from this mysterious sachet.
Han Yi was filled with remorse, but it was too late to realize it. He slowly turned around and looked at the people on the battlefield. He saw that all his men were weak and collapsed to the ground due to poisoning. Even the Nether Wolves that hadn't been completely dealt with were listless. Han Yi frowned deeply, his face showing a mixture of anger and helplessness. He gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake, but his body felt heavier and heavier.
"That despicable woman! She actually poisoned us when we weren't looking!" Han Yi glared fiercely at the woman in purple standing next to Li Ming, his eyes practically spitting fire. He gripped his sword tightly, trying to use it to support his swaying body. Han Yi was filled with anger and resentment. He never imagined that in this fierce battle, he would be ambushed by a woman using such methods. He tried to circulate his spiritual energy to resist the poison, but found that his spiritual energy seemed frozen, unable to be mobilized at all.
At this moment, the woman slowly took a step forward, a hint of smugness in her eyes. She slightly raised her chin, looked at Han Yi, and said softly, "You were careless and now you're blaming me, a woman." Her voice was clear and melodious, yet tinged with mockery.
Han Yi glared at the woman, wanting to retort, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Just as Han Yi was gradually weakening, he suddenly felt a faint warm current flowing through his body. Han Yi was overjoyed, thinking to himself: Could it be that my special constitution is causing me to automatically detoxify? He quickly focused his mind, carefully sensing the warm current, and discovered that it was actually wisps of true fire essence circulating through his various spiritual acupoints, rapidly burning away the toxins within him. As time slowly passed, the warm current grew stronger, and Han Yi gradually regained some strength.
At this moment, the woman in purple was completely oblivious to Han Yi's change; she remained immersed in her smugness. Her face was contorted with madness as she vigorously shook the sachet, increasing the release of poison gas, as if she could already envision Han Yi and the others collapsing and being at her mercy.
Han Yi thought to himself, "Since True Fire can detoxify, that makes things easier." He began to mobilize the power of True Fire within his body—a blazing and powerful force. The True Fire burned fiercely within him, as if it would incinerate all evil. Han Yi gritted his teeth, concentrating his energy to guide the True Fire towards the poison. In an instant, a dazzling light erupted from Han Yi's body, and the eerie poison was instantly incinerated by the power of the True Fire.
Then, Han Yi slowly opened his eyes, a bloodthirsty glint in them. He stood up, gripping his longsword tightly, his aura imposing.
The woman in purple was shocked by what she saw. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened. "How is this possible? How could you detoxify so quickly?" She never expected that Han Yi could not only detoxify so quickly, but also unleash an invincible power.