Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took advantage of this gap to use a certain movement technique he had learned to quickly approach Ji Miaofu.
After Ji Miaofu saw that his attack failed to work, without saying a word, he tapped his toes on the ground and retreated calmly.
The terrifying increase in speed caused by wind spiritual power was revealed at this moment.
The two people's speeds at this time were not at the same level at all.
Although Ji Miaofu didn't use his body skills and just retreated normally, Han Yun found that he just couldn't catch up.
Not only could he not catch up, but the distance between himself and the opponent was slowly widening.
He saw that Ji Miaofu even paused for a moment in the middle of the journey, as if he was waiting for him on purpose.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun couldn't help but feel extremely angry.
He knew that Ji Miaofu was playing tricks on him at this time, and was delaying the time.
The secret method of the Taoist's coming of the future body can only last for half an hour. After this half hour, all the borrowed power will dissipate instantly.
And when the time comes, since I have destroyed my own sea of consciousness, I will really be exhausted.
On Ji Miaofu's side, there were Ye Song and Lei Xinghe who were at the peak of their strength recovery, as well as Jiang Fan and Sikong Yueling, who still retained the power of this battle despite the great consumption of spiritual energy.
Once he is dragged by Ji Miaofu until the secret time has passed, he will no longer have any power to fight back.
Thinking of this, Han Yun was extremely anxious.
If this continues, he really won't be able to do anything and will be consumed to death here.
Although he knew that there was no hope of survival today, he still held on to the idea of severely injuring someone on the other side, or even dragging one person down with him.
But judging from the current situation, his idea is just an impossible fantasy.
He was extremely helpless, but he couldn't think of any way to break the situation. He could only bite the bullet and use his body skills to chase Ji Miaofu desperately.
Ji Miaofu is not a fool. She has rich experience in fighting with other monks. She knows what to do now to avoid accidents to the greatest extent.
Since Han Yun's previous hammer blow, she was not prepared to let Han Yun have any chance to get close to her.
At this moment, she was just holding the seven-string phoenix-tailed harp, keeping a safe distance, and disturbing Han Yun with her weird music.
Han Yun wanted to chase her, so she ran back.
Once Han Yun showed his intention to turn around and escape, she would turn around and use her speed advantage to continue to hang behind her, preventing Han Yun from escaping the scope of her musical attack.
If Han Yun wanted to run towards Sikong Yueling and others, she would fiddle with the sound blade from a distance to block Han Yun's path.
The two of them chased and escaped, occasionally switching roles, and remained in a stalemate for a long time.
Seeing that half an hour of the secret method's effect was about to expire, Han Yun's eyes showed despair.
He felt that the great power brought by the coming of the future body had begun to gradually dissipate.
He wanted to do something at this moment, but he couldn't do anything.
Finally, the final moment came.
From the blood hole between Han Yun's eyebrows, blood began to overflow again, and within a moment, red lines covered his face.
Ji Miaofu, on the other side, looked similar at this time.
The breaths of both of them were falling rapidly. After three breaths, the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Ji Miaofu's body fell from the late stage of the Half-Step Crystallization Stage back to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
And Han Yun also fell back to the early stage of the crystallization realm.
As the price for the future body to come to their own bodies, both of them lost their spiritual consciousness at the same time.
Now, their senses have become the same as those of mortals, and they can only experience the world through their eyes, noses, ears, etc.
However, the difference was that the corners of Ji Miaofu's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.
Han Yun, on the other hand, stood there, his head lowered in despair, his face looking ashen.
His struggle before death still failed to have any impact on the people who surrounded and killed him.
In the end, it's all in vain.
Ji Miao raised his right sleeve and temporarily wiped away the blood flowing from his eyebrows.
She stared at Han Yun who was standing not far away. After being silent for a long time, she slowly said:
"...Han Yun, if I had known this day, why did I do it in the first place..."
"Everything has a cause and effect. You have ended up like this today. You can't blame anyone but yourself."
When Han Yun heard this, his hanging head moved slightly, but he still did not raise it after all.
He didn't reply aloud, he just stood there with his head lowered and motionless, as if he was a soul with only a fleshy shell left.
The body is not dead, but the mind is dead.
Ji Miaofu didn't say much when he saw this, he just shook his head.
She heard several different footsteps coming from behind her.
She did not look back because she knew that the people coming were her junior brother Lei Xinghe, Jiang Fan, Ye Song, and Sikong Yueling.
The spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Ye Song and Lei Xinghe's bodies at this time showed that they had completely recovered to their peak strength.
Sikong Yueling's complexion was much rosier than when he first retreated from the battlefield.
As for Jiang Fan, his expression at this time was not much different from that of Sikong Yueling.
Because the two of them shared spiritual power, Sikong Yueling's attack was no different from his attack, so Jiang Fan was also affected by the excessive consumption of spiritual power.
Four people came to Ji Miaofu's side one after another.
Lei Xinghe saw the small hole where blood was still flowing from the Taoist nun's eyebrows, and asked with some worry:
"Sister, are you okay?"
Ji Miaofu waved his hand and responded:
"It doesn't matter...after killing Han Yun later, he will bear the full price, and the wound here will heal automatically."
Ji Miaofu had already said this once when he first started using the secret technique.
Therefore, Lei Xinghe did not dwell on this matter because of too much doubt.
He turned his head directly, focused his gaze on Han Yun, who was not far away with his head lowered and motionless, and coldly snorted:
"Without further ado, let's get started!"
Jiang Fan, Sikong Yueling, and Ye Song would naturally not have any objections.
For a dying man like Han Yun, no one was interested in saying anything to him.
The five people mobilized their spiritual power at the same time and used their own methods.
Ye Song and Lei Xinghe pounced directly on Han Yun, while Jiang Fan, Sikong Yueling, and Ji Miaofu stretched out their hands and used their spiritual skills.
Where Han Yun was, there was suddenly howling wind, lightning and thunder, and red blood mist condensed into the shape of a dragon, twisting its body wantonly and darting back and forth in the battlefield.
Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and a heavy rain poured down in an instant. Nearly half of the raindrops condensed into tiny ice needles when they were halfway down. They were densely packed and extremely sharp, covering the sky and the earth.
boom!
Thunder roared, and purple-red thunder pillars fell from the sky, reflecting the magnificent purple-gold color in the swamp that was somewhat dim due to the dark clouds.
