Wow!

From just now to now, Han Ming's every move has shaken the audience, and now he wants to challenge Han Yue, who ranked first, three years ago he was the junior of the Han family, three years ago, three years of silence, once he returned, he wanted to regain his own glory.

But Han Yue is a person who has already reached the level of a war master, and a difference in a big realm is not something that can be made up by skill in any way.

The corners of Han Yue's mouth rose slightly, a pair of eyes burning with anger stared at Han Ming, and said playfully: "Since your talent has been restored, I also happened to abolish you and avenge the destruction of my brother's Qi Palace." ”

Han Ming's dark eyes couldn't see mood swings, he took a deep breath and smiled slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, come up, Han Yue!"

The audience has long been in turmoil, after all, Han Ming's strong return is about to regain the first place in the Han family, and the challenge object is still Han Yue, who has already stepped into the battle division level, and no one can treat such a thing calmly.

It's not that there are no demonic geniuses on the continent who can challenge across levels, but those demonic geniuses are all from everyone's background, not only do they have amazing talents, but also the support of the family's strong financial resources, from exercises to martial arts, the full set of martial arts are high-level customization.

"Accurate! Beat the drum!" Han Hui didn't delay any longer, waved his big hand, sat down, he looked at the ring with a solemn gaze, this game was indeed enough for him to pay attention to.

Han Yue's father, Han Wei, was worried when he saw Han Ming defeat Han Fei with one move, and no one could have imagined that Han Ming had regained his former talent.

Knock knock!

The drummer looked at the ring, his hands were as fast as phantoms, and the tight sound of the drums came out, which made people involuntarily nervous again.

The juniors in the audience looked at the stage in surprise or awe or expectation, and they all quieted down, Xu Rou looked at her son on the stage, and she also guessed Han Ming's thoughts, Han Ming was going to show off to her.

To his mother, who has been worried and haggard for him for three years, and who has silently cried for him for countless days and nights for three years, and to every time he has been ridiculed outside, he can get a return from his mother's gentle consolation when he returns home!

He also wants to show Han Xin, he wants Han Ao and his son to know his talent, he is not at ease day and night, and only by showing enough talent will the Han family pay attention to him, and Han Ao and his son will not be jealous of him.

Finally, I have to show the girl who has been believing in him for three years and is worried about him, and the famous brother Han she believes in is back to the top!

"Since you are bent on death, I will satisfy you!" Han Yue stood up from the stage and sneered unruly, covering the strong momentum of the first-order battle master.

As if he hadn't seen what Han Yue had deliberately shown him, Han Ming walked to the weapon rack on the side of the ring with a cold face, and picked up the black iron bladeless heavy sword at the bottom of the rack.

The hand was held on the cold hilt, and the heavy heavy sword was in hand, and the manic battle intent in his heart rested.

"Hmph!" Han Yue watched Han Ming calmly choose a weapon, his face was a little gloomy again, he jumped up from the stage, and sneered: "How much can a weapon make up?"

Han singles picked up the heavy sword, turned to face Han Yue, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "It's enough to deal with you!"

"Arrogance!" Han Yue roared angrily, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, he sneered, and his footsteps stomped on the ground.

Click!

The whole person was as fast as a whirlwind, and this speed made all the juniors in the audience smack their tongues, and some of them couldn't even see Han Yue's figure clearly.

A palm with a strong vitality was slapped from the front of Han Ming.

Han Ming's gaze froze, hooking the Heaven Cutting Ancient Character in the Qi Palace, mixed with the energy-devouring vitality, transmitted from his arm to the end of the black heavy sword, and stabbed Han Yue's palm with precision.

Han Yue's big palm was slightly on one side, avoiding the blade of the sword, and slapped it fiercely on the body of the heavy sword.

Rumble!

The air made an instantaneous popping sound.

Han Ming trembled, his entire sword-holding arm was numb by Han Yue's palm, his body retreated again and again, and the power of the Battle Master rank was terrifying!

Seeing this scene, the juniors in the audience were all relieved, fortunately, Han Ming had not yet been perverted to the point of making them look up, and Han Yue, who was facing the battle master level, was not going to be crushed.

"Does he think that he is the Han Ao of our family? Han Xin on the viewing platform smiled coldly.

Han Hui glanced at Han Xin, frowned, and said coldly, "In the same family, as an elder who makes such a sarcastic sarcasm about a qualified junior, is this what you should do?"

Han Xin's face stiffened, after all, Han Hui's own strength was a high-level general, and he was the head of the Han family, although he relied on his son Han Ao's worth a lot more, but he still couldn't disobey Han Hui's words in person, so he could only scold fiercely in his heart, and said: "Hmph, the old pedantic with a tendon, next year's family election, I will replace you." ”

Of course, it's not just Han Xin who doesn't look good at Han Ming, most of the foreign elders are also not good-looking, and Han Ming can win.

"Grandpa, do you think Han Ming can win?" The granddaughter who asked Grandpa who Han Ming was before asked innocently again.

The old man stroked his goatee, but this time he replied more cautiously, and he muttered again and again before answering: "It's difficult, almost impossible, after all, it's ...... to cross the ranks."

"I think Han Ming can win!" The granddaughter stared at Han Ming's back with a pair of bright eyes, and unconsciously had a hazy spring thought about the young man on the stage.

The old man shook his head helplessly and continued to pay attention to the battle on the stage.

"Are you still as confident as you were just now?" Han Yue stood still, looking at Han Ming playfully.

Drip-yo-yo!

The Heaven Cutting Ancient Character in the Han Fame Qi Hall quickly turned, and the Yuan Qi that had just devoured Han Bing was fed back to Han Ming, and fortunately, although Han Yue was promoted to Battle Master, he did not practice the exercises, so the Yuan Qi did not have a special aggressiveness, and the Heaven Cutting Ancient Character was devoured relatively quickly.

"Go on!" A sneer tugged at the corner of Han Ming's mouth, and the vitality mixed with devouring energy in his body once again filled every meridian.

Click!

This time, he launched an offensive first, carrying the black iron giant sword and rushing up, practicing the black iron heavy sword for several months, his arm strength was already quite terrifying, and with the addition of a masochistic forging body, his strength had increased somehow.

The heavy sword, which looked extremely heavy to others, was no different from an ordinary long sword in his hand, and the heavy sword, which was originally laborious to wield, was as fast as a black whirlwind under Han Ming's hands.

Click!

Han Ming's footsteps were fast, he jumped up, and shouted.

A sword slashed down.

Han Yue sneered, not putting this sword in his eyes at all, he used the Yuan Qi in his body to bless his big hand, and casually raised his palm that emitted a thin white light to block it.

Rumble!

It was obvious that Han Yue underestimated the power of this heavy sword slash, and also underestimated Han Ming's amazing arm strength and strength, his face turned slightly pale, and his steps couldn't help but take a step back.

One blow disrupted Han Yue's figure, Han Ming didn't care about the pain of holding the sword, the vitality in his body was even more vigorous, and he clenched the heavy sword with both hands, giving full play to the swordsmanship he had practiced for months, and launched a stormy blow against Han Yue.

Boom Boom!

The sound of the explosion of qi sounded quickly and intensively in the black sword dance, and Han Ming held the black sword in his hand, and waved the giant sword with his feet as steady as a rock, forming a black sword shadow, suppressing Han Yue at the Battle Master Level.

This scene shocked everyone, this Nima's ninth-order soldier is too terrifying!

Although the speed of the sword is very fast, each sword is calm and steady, coupled with the weight of the heavy sword itself, Han Yue also has to pay attention to the attack of each sword, and it is this rhythm that causes him to be fiercely suppressed in a sword net now.

At this time, Han Yue remembered that he had learned Han Ming's terrifying battle rhythm three years ago, and he warned himself at that time that he must not have a trace of negligence and carelessness in fighting Han Ming in the future, as long as the slightest mistake is caught by him, then the entire battle will be dominated by him.

But as soon as Fang Cai had a huge advantage in the fight, Han Yue left the advice of three years ago behind, after all, it has been three years!

One carelessness completely fell into Han Ming's battle rhythm, and what made him even more aggrieved was that he was a big realm above Han Ming, but he had no way to break such a battle suppression.

Whenever he showed signs of backing away to dodge or counterattacking, Han Ming would immediately interrupt his intentions with an extremely tricky sword as if he had a foresight, and then suppressed by the black pressure sword net.

Of course, it was not that Han Ming had the ability to predict, but his terrifying analytical ability and undefeated combat experience in the battle, his dark eyes were as bright as starlight in the night, staring closely at Han Yue's every move, including every slight change in his eyes.

Such a continuous and high-intensity sword suppression also caused considerable pressure on Han Ming, if he hadn't broken through the ninth-order warriors, I'm afraid he would have been so tired that he would have vomited blood, but he continued to be stiff with the warrior rank, and his wrist was already about to break in unbearable pain.

But his momentum is getting higher and higher, and the vitality circulating in his body is not reduced, but more and more, of course, thanks to the Qi Palace's Heaven Cutting Ancient Characters, every time he fights with Han Yue, it can absorb a part of Han Yue's external vitality and feed it back to Han Ming.

Boom Boom!

The black sword net suppressed Han Yue, and Han Ming was already sweating all over his body, but he was still increasing the speed of the sword, and the hands wielding the sword seemed to be numb.

And Han Yue, who was in the sword net, was already tired of coping, and the expression on his face was already hideous to the extreme, glaring at Han Ming like a demon, and the grievance and anger in his chest were about to explode.

At the dignified Battle Master level, he was suppressed by a ninth-order warrior, and he was also Han Ming's most hated enemy, his eyes were red, and the violent killing intent was permeated in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I think Han Ming is about to win!" The granddaughter looked at the old man beside her with a smile, but found that the old man was already shocked.

"Change...... State. After a long time, the old man let out a long sigh.

Another foreign elder also exclaimed in shock: "This kid's control over the rhythm of the battle is simply inhuman!

Han Hui stared at Han Ming who was wielding a giant sword and steadying his feet in the ring, the appreciation and relief on his face were obvious, while Han Xin's uneasiness in his heart as he stared at Han Ming in the ring was even stronger, and even his big hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Han Yue's father, Han Wei, held the hot teacup fiercely, forgetting even the burning pain, and nervously watched the battle situation in the ring.

"Ahh

"Big Wave Palm!" Han Yue's eyes were red and he roared out the name of the martial arts, and the big palm slapped down towards him with the phantom of the waves, and the whistling palm wind directly caused the juniors around the ring to quickly push away.

Han Ming's hairs exploded in an instant, but he didn't see the slightest fear in his eyes, he was concentrating, and his hands clenched the heavy sword.