The piercing long sword flashed in the alley in the dark night like a white sword, bringing a gust of wind, like a goshawk fighting, crashing into the gray-robed old man not far away.

Feng Luochen's eyes froze, and the look of appreciation on his face turned serious, after all, the young man in front of him was a demon who had comprehended the sword intent, this is in a game where internal force cannot be used, a careless, one's own gutter may capsize.

Chen Han's body followed the long sword in his hand, and in just one second, it had already reached the old man's side, and the long sword groaned softly, like a raging wind, and stabbed straight towards the old man's throat.

The first attacker naturally has a certain advantage, but it does not mean that the person who brakes with static braking is completely inferior.

Feng Luochen's gray eyebrows jumped, just like the long sword in his hand provoked, Chen Han's sword that was originally stabbed to the throat was cut off from it and stabbed in the direction of the other side.

The blow did not work, Chen Han decisively withdrew his long sword, blocking the blow that the old man slashed towards the door after picking up his own attack.

As soon as the two identical Qingfeng swords collided, a trace of sparks burst out from the intersection.

Chen Han narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were also fixed on the old man's eyes. The two couldn't hold each other for a while.

Hua Yueming, from the viewer's point of view, was simply watching his heart beat wildly, although he was already very high at Chen Han, but he never expected that his teacher would not have much upper hand when he came.

This is a bit appalling, is there really such a kendo genius in the world?

Looking at the two people in the field, Hua Yueming sighed, although Chen Han had not yet entered the realm of martial artists, but after this battle, as long as he entered the Qingsong Gate, even if the talent for cultivating internal strength was average, the academy would not be stingy with some natural treasures.

After cleaning up his mood, Hua Yueming once again focused on the battle between the two, at this critical time, he couldn't think about some messy things here, after all, his purpose was to comprehend the magic of sword intent through the two. Although she hasn't really crossed that threshold yet, at least Hua Yueming sees a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, little friend, show some real skills, otherwise your situation will be a little bad." Feng Luochen looked at Chen Han, who was panting, and said with a smile.

It is true that although Chen Han is extraordinary, the old man opposite is obviously not a vegetarian, in the final analysis, Chen Han is still only nineteen years old, and he is an old guy who is more than a hundred years old.

When it comes to combat experience, Chen Han is difficult to match, the two of them don't use any fancy sword skills, just one attack and one defense, but between the wind and dust, they can always play the maximum effect with the least cost.

And Chen Han can't, so it has caused the current situation, Chen Han's physical consumption is huge, and the wind and dust are still light and light.

Chen Han grinned, although he would undoubtedly lose if he continued like this, he was obviously able to fight with the person in front of him to the point of relying on physical exertion, and he was proud enough.

But Chen Han was not satisfied, because he still had a killer weapon in his hand.

Since comprehending the sword intent, Chen Han also means that the effect of Longquan Tu Qingfeng's sword has been greatly reduced, after all, if each sword is similar to the effect of urging Longquan Tu Qingfeng, then why do you need to spend that effort?

However, if Longquan Tu Qingfeng was only like this, he would obviously not be able to call Lin Qing invincible in his mouth.

If you have not comprehended the sword intent, using this can make the artistic conception increase and the power will be greatly increased, but if you have comprehended the sword intent, what will be the power of this sword? Chen Han was clear in his heart.

This Longquan swordsmanship is definitely not an ordinary swordsmanship, as for what level Chen Han doesn't know, but it is expected that it will definitely not be lower than C-level.

Pity......

This set of swordsmanship, after all, only has this kind of residual move.

With his mind racing, Chen Han looked at the old man and did not continue to attack, but just stared at the old man's every move.

"Huh?"

Looking at Chen Han's strange situation, Feng Luochen was surprised in his heart, in the short confrontation that had just been less than ten minutes, he had already understood the foundation of this Chen Han.

It is not only the sword intent that is transparent, but also the foundation of the swordsmanship is very solid, and the most important thing is that there is no shadow of any other swordsmanship.

It can be said that the current Chen Han is like a painting with an excellent beginning, the frame has been placed, and he is waiting to show off his brush and ink on it.

And Chen Han is not moving like a mountain now, but it makes Feng Luochen hesitate a little. Could it be that this kid already has some powerful swordsmanship? But just a high school student, I shouldn't be exposed to anything powerful!

Of course, he didn't expect that there was such a hidden boss-level figure beside Chen Han.

However, although he had some scheming in his heart, he didn't pay much attention to Feng Luochen, who was he, the elder of the Qingsong Gate Punishment Hall, and the honorary vice president of the Qingsong Academy.

It can be said that he will know more swordsmanship in his life than Chen Han has ever seen, although this kid's talent is indeed terrifying, but after all, he is still just a little doll, even if the talent is terrifying, the shackles of the swordsmanship itself are there, can he still play with any flowers?

Of course, Chen Han didn't know Feng Luochen's thoughts, since he comprehended the sword intent, Chen Han rarely used the sword of Longquan Tu Qingfeng, because there were almost no people who could force him to use this sword in the game.

Even Hua Yueming was not good last time, and now, the wind and dust in front of him happened to become his best sharpening sword.

Chen Han didn't want to find out the opponent's flaws this time before making a sword, after all, a person like Feng Luochen would hardly have any major flaws that could be used for himself.

Instead of wasting time on this, it is better to gather your spirit and stab this killer blow.

The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet, Chen Han didn't move, and there was no movement like wind and dust.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also unconsciously suppressed. The few minutes of hand-to-hand combat just now made people's blood boil, and the current eerie atmosphere made people feel a kind of calm before the storm!

"Whew..."

A gust of wind blew through the alley, gray and white, and the robes of the two figures were blown by the wind at the same time.

Along with the sound of the wind, there was a crisp sword groan.

The sword groan was like a long dragon breaking through water, and the white figure seemed to be chasing the sudden blowing wind, and with a whoosh, accompanied by the dragon's chant-like sword groan, it stabbed out in an instant.

The old man's originally slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and his heartbeat even slowed down by half a beat, and this wisp of sword light appeared directly in front of Feng Luochen's eyes as if it had cut through the endless night.

The green dragon spits water, and the sword is like frost!