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There are no moves, no sword techniques, and no fancy starting moves.

It's just a simple sword strike - straight down from top to bottom.

Han Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively formed three body-protecting true energy barriers in front of him.

Although the purity of the true essence essence in the middle stage of foundation building is not as pure as the Qi Refining monk in front of you, it is absolutely overwhelming in terms of quantity.

The three barriers are stacked together, with a thickness of nearly half a foot, and the surface is filled with gold, green, and blue light - gold is the solid wall, green is the force-relieving force, and blue is the rebound.

This is the secret body-protecting technique of the Tianfu Sect that he has practiced hard for many years. There are only a handful of people at the same level who can break through it head-on.

Then the sword fell.

The first barrier shattered.

Broken without warning.

It was not torn apart like it was smashed by a huge force, but was cut in the middle by the sword energy. The cut was as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter. The golden light on the surface of the barrier had not even had time to completely dim, and the entire barrier had been split in half from the middle.

The second barrier also shattered.

Crushed more crisply than the first one.

The moment the cyan force-removing rune came into contact with the sword energy, it seemed as if it was directly wiped away by some extremely pure power. Without even time to react, the entire barrier turned into a piece of light cyan light dust and dissipated in the air.

The third barrier.

Three barriers did not stop even a single sword.

Fear finally appeared on Han Yi's face.

He wanted to retreat, but the sword energy had locked his Qi machine and he couldn't retreat at all.

His legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't even bend his knees.

The sword edge fell.

Han Yi closed his eyes.

But the expected severe pain did not come.

The sword edge stopped three inches away from his forehead.

The stop is extremely precise, not a cent more, not a cent less.

The cold green sword light on the sword is still flowing, and the sword energy is still as sharp as ever, but it just hovers there steadily, motionless.

Han Yi opened his eyes, and the cold sweat on his forehead was already dripping down the bridge of his nose.

He glanced down at his feet - without taking a step back.

Not because he endured it, but because the other party had no intention of letting him retreat.

If this sword really hits the target, his end result will not be to take a step back, but to lie down directly.

The surrounding air was quiet for three seconds.

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