?? When everyone heard Lin Tatian's words, their divine light became subtle.

Lin Tatian's words, didn't he just let Dao He Chong challenge Jun Han?

Dao He Chong, but a strong man who comprehends the four artistic conceptions, Lin Tatian actually let Dao He Chong challenge Jun Han, it's really ruthless!

Dao He Chong understood what Lin Tatian meant, his face showed an eerie murderous aura, he took a step forward, took out a long knife, pointed at Jun Han and said, "Jun Han, I Dao He Chong, challenge you!"

Sure enough, Dao He Chong wants to fight Jun Han!

The corners of Lin Tatian's mouth wiped a smile, making you rampant, even if he doesn't make a move, there is a way to teach this arrogant boy a lesson.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Heavenly Martial Palace expressed their dissatisfaction, this Martial Spirit Temple was obviously controlling this elimination battle!

"You must not fight!" Duan Jiao said to Jun Han seriously.

Jun smiled coldly and said, "Can't fight, he hasn't scared me yet, and he's even too far behind." ”

Hu Fei smiled: "Brother Jun Han, it's up to you this time." ”

Jun Han clenched his fists, took out a Thunder Emperor War Knife from the Spirit Ring, and rushed towards Dao He, "You also use a knife, and I naturally use a knife, but I don't use a knife to defeat you, but to let you know how ridiculous the qualifications you think are in the face of absolute strength." ”

Dao He Chong's knife was tightly clenched in his hand, and the knife was wild: "It's up to you?"

"Kill!" Dao He Chong roared wildly, and a huge sword rushed out of the long knife, and the sword light roared wildly, with an invincible domineering aura, as if the mountain peaks would be cut open by Dao He Chong.

"Shot!" everyone's eyes converged, focusing on the figures of the two.

"Jun Han, I'll let you see today, what is the way of the knife!" This knife slashed, and in the mouth of the knife He Chong, he roared.

Jun Han raised his head and saw the moment Dao He Chong attacked, there were at least more than ten ways to counterattack in Jun Han's heart, but he chose the simplest and most direct method, as soon as his body moved, a few dragon shadows flashed, and the huge sword flew over Jun Han's face.

A knife fell, and Jun Han was unharmed.

"So fast!" Dao He Chong secretly exclaimed, at that distance just now, ordinary martial artists couldn't avoid that blow, in the Martial Spirit Sheng Temple, only Mo was able to do it, could it be that Jun Han's speed was already on par with Mo Tian?

However, Dao He Chong only hesitated slightly, the junior of the Blue Empire was the strongest, it was Mo Tian, how could he have the speed of Senior Brother Mo Tian as a waste from the Heavenly Martial Palace?

"Are you lucky, can you dodge this?" Dao He Chong sneered, unwilling to admit the fact that his attack had failed.

Jun Han shook his head, for this kind of self-deceptive person, Jun Han could only feel sorrow for him, "Knife cultivator, you don't have the heart to learn, how can you cultivate the knife path to the extreme, the knife in your eyes is just a weapon, even if you comprehend the artistic conception of the knife, you can't comprehend the true power of this knife." ”

Dao He Chong has a horizontal face, everyone knows, he is a sword He Chong, the knife is exquisite, no one can compare, Jun Han actually dared to say that he accused him of being unorthodox, and doubted his martial arts......

Dao He Chong roared angrily: "I Dao He Chong, I still need you to guide me to the Dao Dao?"

"Ice Mood!"

"Hurricane mood!"

Around the body of Dao He Chong, there was a gust of wind, it was a cold wind, piercing people to the bone, freezing people's hearts, and in this cold wind, there was a knife light, bursting out, straight to Jun Han to kill.

The ice artistic conception and the hurricane artistic conception were released at the same time, and these two sword intents exerted the power of the artistic conception to the perfect realm, Jun Han had realized this power, and even its power.

But, after all, Jun Han has transcended the existence of artistic conception, and in his heart, there is a soul, the soul of the knife!

"Break!" Jun Han raised his hand lightly, drawing a white line in mid-air, and in that white light, the incomparably powerful sword cold ice hurricane artistic conception was shattered.

Dao He Chong because his strength was not enough, and he injected a strong force into his arms, this time, he used three artistic conceptions, ice, hurricane, sand, wind and dust, frozen wind and dust, Dao He Chong took a step forward, and the knife light roared out, towards Jun Han's face, smashing hard.

"Doing the same thing twice will defeat me?

Jun Han's deep voice sounded in Dao He Chong's ears, Dao He Chong looked at his sword light, and was smashed again, at that moment, his heart was really trembling.

I don't understand the concept of three or two artistic conceptions at all, and the combination of the three realms is to cut off the mountain-like existence, but that knife was easily resisted by Jun Han.

When Dao He Chong attacked Jun Han, Jun Han didn't make any of the three moves, and he didn't want to wait.

Jun Han's fists clenched, and a vigorous sword qi circulated around Jun Han's body, like a storm standing above the lobby, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura all converged towards Jun Han, like a god.

"Now, it's me!" "Boom!" The sword shadow is all over the sky, the sword qi is surging, Jun Han's body, that is a unique and powerful power, that is the real sword soul, it is Jun Han who has comprehended the soul of the sword!

"What kind of power is this?" Dao He Chong was afraid, in front of Jun Han, Dao He Chong actually had an urge to kneel and bow.

The storm swept in, many people gasped, their eyes focused on Jun Han, and Dao He rushed to Jun Han and made three moves, not only did he not save face, but he was a little embarrassed.

Now, Jun Han's breath has far surpassed that of Dao He Chong and Dao He's mind, two words appeared in his mind, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

"Knife Soul?"

"Get out!" The power of the sword soul, like a volcanic eruption, crushed the past.

Dao He Chong held the long knife tightly, sweat dripping from his jaw, the long knife turned, and four forces churned in his body, "Four artistic conceptions! Ice, hurricane, sand, thunder!"

Four rays of light with different brilliance converged, and with it, the broadsword fell.

"Boom!" The four divine lights were extinguished in an instant, and the power of the sword soul was like a sharp cutting knife, no matter how hard and strong it was in front, it still passed through layers of defense, and the knife He Chongfu flew out.

A knife, into the soul, cut the world!

The power of the sword soul continues to surge, not far away Ren I smile, in his eyes, all are surprised, if he is not mistaken, it is definitely the sword soul, so young, he has comprehended the power of the sword soul, this son, is definitely a peerless genius, a leap to the sky, it is not a problem.

Dao He Chong was stunned in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time, he cultivated the knife all his life, but was defeated by Jun Han with a long knife, no matter what, this result is unacceptable.

But that's the way it is, without strong strength, and arrogance, you can only shoot yourself in the foot in the end.

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