At this moment.
The blood-colored sword light swept past without being obstructed, and the afterimage slowly dissipated.
A figure had already shifted forward by three meters.
Han Yi sidestepped, looking at Fu You, his eyes filled with murderous intent. The black light that had pierced through the cold cultivator was now shattering space and bending around.
Boom.
With the help of the falling momentum, the black light became faster and more urgent. Before the sound of the sonic boom rang out, it had already arrived in front of Fu You.
"What?"
Fu You was greatly alarmed.
Fast, too fast.
Han Yi recovered too quickly from the Divine Soul battle, his speed was also too fast, dodging his Blood Sword and then the black Broken Sword, appearing like lightning in an instant.
All of this happened in just a split second, not even enough time for a snap of one's fingers.
It seemed as if the opponent had anticipated his own sword attack.
