"Qiang"

The crisp sound of the sword pierced the sky, and there were two figures along with the sound of the sword.

The ironwood sword in Chen Han's hand reflected the black black light, and in the face of the rusty long sword, Chen Han did not waver in the slightest, and the sword blade pointed at him, and his body shook.

However, after all, Chen Han only controlled his physical strength within the range of ordinary martial artists, and his sword qi was not making any extra preparations except for controlling some of the accidental breakage of the iron and wood sword.

In less than a second, the two figures, which were not too far apart, had already been handed over together.

The sound of gold and iron intersecting is clanging, and it is unusually pleasant.

Chen Han's face remained unchanged and he didn't say a word. The expression in his eyes was extremely solemn, and the long sword in his hand was held to death, as if each sword was swinging with all his strength.

Contrary to Chen Han, Lin Qinglan's mouth always had a hint of a smile on his lips, and almost from the beginning of his hands, the words in his mouth didn't seem to stop.

"Your sword is wrong, you shouldn't use so much force, I'll change my move like this, you see. Eh, boy, yes. ”

Lin Qinglan turned the rusty sword in his hand, and gently pulled out the sword body that was held by the wooden sword, and wanted to stab, but was caught by a conversion of Chen Han's sword handle.

Chen Han's face remained unchanged, and he was silent and silent.

"It seems that if you don't show some real skills now, if you really compete in swordsmanship and lose in the hands of your kid, won't that brother's reputation be all over."

The old man was still babbling on and on, and in fact he was doing the same.

The rusty sword called Sky Slashing couldn't see any fluctuations in its true qi, it just relied on the strength and trajectory of its wrist, driving this sword shadow to hit in the air.

"Boom"

An earth-shattering thunderclap suddenly exploded from the sky, as if the whole world had been shaken.

The sky that was originally covered with dark clouds finally began to wind, accompanied by the thunder that exploded one after another, this kind of power made people unconsciously produce a sense of insignificance.

The sound of thunder seemed to wake up the entire territory, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the two shuttling figures and the flickering sword light.

Neither looked up at the increasingly gloomy sky, and focused on the familiar opponent.

"Eh, this move of yours is a derivative part of the Great Yan Heaven Interception Sword? At that time, when this sword brother gave it to you, he didn't expect that your kid would really practice. ”

The rusty sword slapped hard, slapping away the wooden sword that was trying to clasp the blade, and turned into a shock, stabbing towards Chen Han's throat.

Chen Han still didn't say a word, his figure flashed, dodging this extremely fast sword, and at the same time, the wooden sword in his hand changed, and the sword that was originally slashing towards the old man's head changed its arc, and turned into a fierce slash towards the rusty sword that was too fast to be stabbed.

"Bell"

A huge sound came, even if Chen Han only controlled his strength on ordinary martial artists, but this sword was solid, and it was obviously not comfortable.

The old man's body suddenly lost its balance, and even though the long sword in his hand was not cut off, his body involuntarily fell forward.

Chen Han's eyes flashed, and the black ironwood sword turned into a horizontal slash, slashing towards the neck of the old man who was getting closer and closer to the blade.

"Hey"

Lin Qinglan's neck and forehead were bruised, and in Chen Han's unbelievable gaze, with brute force and will, he forcibly suspended the upper body leaning forward, and put away the sword with his right hand, and his upper body suddenly fell towards the rear.

Then he clasped the bottom with both hands, and under a few flips, he quickly broke away from Chen Han.

Chen Han did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, his face remained calm, and his eyes did not fluctuate, like a pool of dark lake water, without a single ripple.

"Good boy, it's really impressive now."

Lin Qinglan didn't seem to feel the slightest loss of face, but laughed loudly and threw a sword flower on his wrist. Rushed forward again.

"Boom"

There was another earth-shattering thunder, and the white flash illuminated the city with black clouds, and the originally somewhat blurry face suddenly shone extremely clearly.

Under the snow-white thunder light, Lin Qinglan's face also looked extremely pale.

The two didn't have time to say anything more, and when the old man stabbed forward with his sword, Chen Han also didn't fall, but his choice this time was even different, he didn't temporarily dodge the edge, and hit sideways.

Instead, he also held a black ironwood sword, just like the rusty blade, and stabbed it too.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang

The two different sword lights were like two shining cold stars in the dark, getting closer and closer, and finally, they suddenly collided together.

However, the expected huge tremor was not felt, the ironwood sword in Chen Han's hand was like a broken bamboo, and the moment it collided with the rusty long sword, the rusty sword that accompanied Chen Han through his most difficult stage did not have the slightest power to parry, and fell to the ground abruptly.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

'Boom'

With this thunder, the wind in the sky subsided, and with it came the pouring rain that had been brewing for a long time.

Chen Han didn't seem to feel the slightly cold rain that had penetrated his clothes.

His wrist was steady, and the ironwood sword in his hand was clenched very tightly, and even hideous green tendons were already exposed on his wrist.

The tip of the sword rested less than a centimeter in front of the old man's throat, and then stopped.

The sound of the rusty sword falling on the ground was extremely harsh, even more piercing than the three thunderbolts in the sky just now.

The rattling rain completely boiled the entire ground, and the heavy rain blurred Chen Han's vision and hazy the somewhat lifeless city.

"I won."

Chen Han, who had not spoken from beginning to end, finally said the first sentence, his voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were still as calm as just now.

"I won."

Chen Han's voice sounded again, and his eyes finally fluctuated, looking at the old man who had closed his eyes, but still maintained the posture of stabbing with a sword.

It's just that the old man, who had been chattering since the beginning, didn't answer his words this time.

Chen Han had a long mouth, but he didn't say a word, the heavy rain seemed to extinguish the only trace of courage he had left, and his right hand, which was originally holding the hilt of the sword, trembled slightly, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the ironwood sword that had already made him hold a few deep fingerprints at the hilt of the sword also fell to the ground weakly.

After a while, Chen Han looked up at the sky, letting the heavy rain pour, he had never seen Shen Hua rain so heavily, but the taste of this rain was not good, not only a little salty, but also a little bitter.

"Let's go, teacher"