"Do you think that if you practice that exercise, you will be invincible in the world?"

Nangong Han's black hair fluttered backwards, and Bo was fluttering wildly, angry to the extreme.

The "click...... sounded like the core of a fruit shattering, and it was like the sound of a wooden stick breaking. The two red rays of light on Zhijing's hand were actually shattered into fragments under the weight of the Xiuyuan Sword, like a piece of wood that had been vigorously split and shattered into pieces.

However, Xiuyuan Sword was being caught by a pair of fleshy hands at this time.

Then Nangong Han did something that no one could have imagined.

Abandon the sword!

The battle that had been balanced was shattered the moment he abandoned his sword.

Zhijing's palm held the Xiuyuan Sword and slammed into Nangong Han.

With such a close distance and such a fast speed, if there is no big accident, Nangong Han should be penetrated at one time.

The hilt of the sword moved forward and stabbed Nangong Han's left chest, and the seemingly blunt and bladeless hilt instantly sank into Nangong Han's chest.

But Zhijing's brows suddenly wrinkled. Because only he could see clearly, the hilt of the sword actually didn't really stab Nangong Han, because it was only his shadow that stabbed.

Too fast!

The hilt of the Xiuyuan Sword tore apart Nangong Han's shadow, but it was half a foot away from Nangong Han.

But the sword was Nangong Han's sword, and under Zhijing's surprised gaze, the broad sword actually broke free from his hand and headed towards Nangong Han.

Just after touching Nangong Han's hand, he immediately turned his head and walked towards Zhijing.

Countless heaven and earth essence qi came violently, and then was instantly swallowed by an invisible vortex, and then burst out violently.

The essence of heaven and earth on Putuo Temple was compressed to the extreme, and the refracted sky light became extremely distorted, because it was compressed too much, and the essence of heaven and earth began to rub between each other, and a scorching flame appeared!

At this time, on Putuo Mountain, between the sword and the palm, it seems that a round of sun has been born, and infinite light and heat are sprayed towards the wilderness!

What a dazzling picture.

What kind of heart should be swaying for people who see this picture.

Unfortunately, because the light was so bright, few people could see this scene.

But Yi Hanlan can be seen.

It can be seen in the Dharma heart of the White Horse Temple.

It can be seen at the foot of Hakuba Mountain.

In the light of ten thousand rays, the sword in Nangong Han's hand continued to move forward.

With a light hiss, a blood stain was scratched on the back of Zhijing's hand.

Nangong Han's expression was indifferent, and the Xiuyuan Sword in his hand continued to move forward.

The sword is longer than the arm and the speed is faster than the arm, so the sword enters Zhijing's body first.

Blood bursts out. The thick Xiuyuan Sword broke through the countless Dao Essence Qi on Nangong Han's body and pierced Zhijing's shoulder.

Zhijing snorted. Flick your sleeves and retreat.

Nangong Han held his sword and stopped, but he stopped chasing.

It wasn't that he was going to let Zhijing go, it was because he sensed that the sword's damage to Zhijing was too small and not powerful enough.

Nangong Han's eyes popped up with countless essences, and his stopped body flew close to Zhijing again, faster and faster than Zhijing retreated.

Almost at the same time.

Nangong Han's fist also fell on Zhijing's body.

He held infinite light in his fist, which was the essence of heaven and earth in Putuo Mountain.

And these heaven and earth essences were filled with an unimaginable amount of sword intent.

He didn't have a sword in his hand at this time, but he had a sword, the sword intent of Xiuyuan Sword, and even Nangong Han's own sword intent.

He had no sword in his hand. But there are countless swords in the fist.

When his fist landed on Zhijing's body, ten thousand swords fell on Zhijing's body.

Putuo Temple, quiet and silent.

Yi Hanlan's gaze fell back on that place, looking nervously at the two people standing opposite him.

I don't know how long it has been.

Zhijing suddenly coughed, and countless fine blood mouths appeared on his robe.

He looked at Nangong Han and said with emotion: "If you give me three more days, I will definitely not lose." ”

"There are no ifs. ”

Nangong Han's face did not have any joy of victory, and he said indifferently: "If you want to say if, then if you don't practice this exercise, I still win." ”

"So whatever you say, it's me who wins. ”

"Even if you win, you can't take him with you. Zhijing pointed to Lin Ji, who was unconscious on the side.

"No one but me could bring him to his senses. Zhijing, who was compassionate in the past, looked slightly upset at this time, looking extremely evil.

"There has never been a good or evil story, but it seems to me that you have fallen into the wrong way. Nangong Han didn't think it was a difficult thing for him. But it was the person who spoke that made him feel extremely disgusted.

"I spare your life today, I hope you can reflect on it, and be worthy of this robe on your body. Nangong Han sighed slightly. beckoned to Yi Hanlan, who was already stunned on the side.

In Yi Hanlan's eyes, Man Gonghan and Zhijing fought extremely fast, although the moves were extreme, but they were all completed in an instant, in fact, it was only a few breaths, and the battle had already ended, and the winner was divided, and his realm just happened to understand this battle, so she knew that this battle was different from the battle she had been in contact with before.

Although the moves are simple, each one is mixed with the power of heaven and earth, and it can even be said that it is the strongest battle in the world at this time.

Seeing that Nangong Han was recruiting towards him, Yi Hanlan relieved himself from his surprise.

She hugged Lin Ji back to Nangong Han's side and slowly retreated.

Zhijing's eyes were full of unwillingness, but he didn't chase after him.

Nangong Han didn't take the Lin Ji on Yi Hanlan's body, which made Yi Hanlan a little strange, but he naturally didn't know what Mr. Big wanted to do next, so he naturally didn't ask more.

The wind is blowing on Putuo Mountain, but Mr. Big's waist is still straight.

"Don't look back. Nangong Han said softly to Yi Hanlan, the voice was so small that only Yi Hanlan could hear it, and it had already dispersed when it was gently blown by the wind.

Yi Hanlan nodded subconsciously, and when she looked at Nangong Han from the corner of her eye, her heart suddenly tore apart.

Because at this moment, Nangong Han's chest was already full of blood, and it didn't stop, there was still blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, like a trickling stream, there was no end at all.

In a moment, his robe was already wet, but he was still upright, bringing Yi Hanlan an endless sense of security, this is Mr. Youxian Mountain.

Yi Hanlan held back the tears in the corners of his eyes, and didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to turn his head sideways, because he was afraid that this subtle movement of his would make Zhijing find out, so naturally the three of them would not be able to retreat with their whole body?

"So this battle looks like Mr. Big has won, but in fact, Mr. Big has lost?" Yi Hanlan didn't think too much about it, he felt the breath of the emaciated figure on his shoulder, and his heart was somewhat settled.

The sun is setting. The sun on Mount Putuo seems to be extremely low. Mount Putuo experienced rainy, cloudy, and sunny days on this day. Putuo Temple is also completely turned into ashes in this battle between heaven and earth, the oldest temple recorded in the history of Buddhism, the final fate is exactly the same as the Daoling, and in the end it is even more miserable than the Daoling.

The wind did not move at night, the red tongue of fire born on the firewood pile could gently shake the waist, and dozens of Lin Jiajun elites were scattered around or sleeping deeply or standing guard vigilantly, only Yuanhua and a captain sat by the fire.

It has been a while since Yuanhua returned to Canghai City, and Lin Jiajun is naturally familiar with him, but he still thinks his story is very legendary. ”

Yuanhua took a branch and fiddled with the sweet potatoes in the fire, looked up at him when he heard this, couldn't help but shake his head, and said: "It's not appropriate to be struggling step by step, maybe it's more appropriate to walk on thin ice." ”

He looked at the captain's seemingly honest face, sighed and said, "Although I have achieved that position, I still feel that there is a knife hanging over my head, and now I am finally home." ”

The lieutenant smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't imagine how sad it should be. ”

The lieutenant then said, "General Yuan, do you say that our prince can come back safely this time?" Mrs. Linglu has become more and more irritable these days. ”

Yuanhua pulled out two roasted sweet potatoes from the fire, divided one to the captain, grabbed it with his fingertips and slowly tore the skin of the other sweet potato, lowered his head and began to nibble on the steaming white scalding flesh, and said vaguely: "Don't talk nonsense, our son is hard-lived, how can he not come back." ”

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