Fang Heng's brows furrowed as he stared at Han Sen, his eyes revealing a look of extreme doubt.

"Is this Han Sen sick in the brain? The elders are about to announce that I have passed, why did he suddenly jump out and block him?"

Fang Heng felt very puzzled.

Because, he didn't know Han Sen at all.

"Could it be...... Han Sen is also in the same group as the Lin family?"

"No, there's no reason! The surname Mo is with the Lin family, there is no doubt about that. But this Han Sen, he can't be with the Lin family. ”

Han Sen was just an accompanying disciple, and unless Lin Zhuoxiong was confused, he would never collude with an inconsequential junior.

Thinking about it, Fang Heng really couldn't think of Han Sen's motive for taking the initiative to ask for battle.

So, he stared at Han Sen and asked in a deep voice, "Han Sen, my Fang Heng and you don't know each other, why do you have to stand up and prevent me from joining the Martial Mansion?"

Han Sen smiled coldly: "You and I really don't know each other, whether you can join the Martial Mansion or not has nothing to do with me." ”

"However, if you dare to upset my real sister, then I must teach you a good lesson!"

"What, real sister?" Fang Heng was stunned, becoming more and more puzzled.

Who is the real girl?

Following Han Sen's gaze, Fang Heng subconsciously looked over, and then, he saw Yan Zhenzhen, dressed in red and with an arrogant expression, sitting on the seat of the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing Han Sen's look of admiration for Yan Zhenzhen, Huo Ran, Fang Heng suddenly realized!

True sister, the natural reference is Yan Zhenzhen.

Fang Heng still knew something about Yan Zhenzhen, the daughter of the city lord.

Temperamental, moody, and takes pleasure in abusing others. In Yunyang City, news of Yan Zhenzhen's torture and killing of prisoners often circulated.

"It seems that I didn't know when I offended Yan Zhenzhen, and Han Sen deliberately stood up and opposed me in order to please her. ”

Fang Heng stared at Han Sen, and for a moment, a sky-high anger ignited in his heart.

Not only did the fingers clatter, but even the body trembled unconsciously because of anger!

His eyes were red, and a sneer full of murderous intent came out of his mouth: "In this way, this Han Sen is really ...... Damn it!"

After returning from rebirth, Fang Heng's emotions have been well controlled.

It was the first time he was like this at this moment, so angry that he could barely control himself, he just wanted to kill this Han Sen in front of him as soon as possible!

"In order to deal with the catastrophe of my family, I racked my brains and risked my life to challenge the killing array. You're bored, jumping out against me in order to please a woman?"

Fang Hengzheng snorted and pulled out the brute heavy sword.

He had already made up his mind, today, even if the evil value increased dramatically, he had to kill Han Sen!

Han Sen also pulled out the long sword behind his back.

He sneered disdainfully: "Fang Heng, don't think that if you pass through the puppet killing array, you will be as powerful as possible. ”

"The strength of the real Wufu Tianjiao, how can you imagine the frog at the bottom of the well in a small place like you?"

After speaking, Han Sen's eyebrows flashed with a white-gold light.

A sword-shaped soul seal appeared, and an eight-foot-long brilliant golden sword phantom appeared above his body.

Gold Soldier Imperial Soul, Gilded Sword!

"Possessed by the Imperial Soul!" Han Sen let out a low sigh, and the Gilded Sword Imperial Soul merged into his body.

Han Sen's body was shrouded in a pale golden shimmer, and he clenched the heavy bronze sword in both hands, and walked diagonally, his momentum became extremely fierce.

Han Sen deserved to be the best among the outer disciples of the Yuheng Martial Mansion.

Although he cultivated to only the eightfold level of the Tongmai Realm, he had awakened the eleventh-order gilded sword imperial soul, was proficient in the unique martial arts of the Martial Mansion, and his combat power was far stronger than Lin Bin, the leader of the black-clothed guards of the Lin family who was in the Heavenly Forest at that time and had the ninefold Tongmai Realm.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Han Sen's body, Fang Tiannan and the others all sweated for Fang Heng.

Compared to the puppet sword formation just now, Han Sen was even more dangerous and powerful!

"Fang Heng, give me death!" Han Sen shouted angrily, swung his long sword, and slashed at Fang Heng's head.

Spirit-level low-grade martial arts, Huifeng sword technique, the third style, the sunset!

Boom –

With a sword, the earth shattered.

Han Sen's sword moves seem simple, but they give people a sense of heavy oppression as the sunset falls.

Before the sword could be slashed, Fang Heng was pressed in place by the qi force, and the blue brick ground under his feet cracked out one after another hideous cracks!

Han Sen, did he want Fang Heng's life?

"Good time!"

In the face of such a terrifying sword move, Fang Heng's gaze was calm, and he opened the true eye of the evil god.

At the same time, he also cast the Imperial Soul Possession, and a faint black light shrouded his body.

Clenching the heavy sword, Fang Heng flirted with his backhand.

Ding——

The two swords clashed, erupting with a piercing roar.

Fang Heng stood firmly in place, standing still, but Han Sen was shocked by the backshock, the tiger's mouth cracked and bled out, and he retreated six or seven steps in a row before he could stabilize his body.

A simple fight, between the two, the judgment is made!

"Good...... It's so strong......" Everyone was shocked by Fang Heng's performance.

Han Sen's sword looked so powerful, it was easily blocked by Fang Heng?

Han Sen's heart was also filled with terrifying waves, and his face turned pale with fright: "This kid actually has such terrifying power?"

They are all sword cultivators, but the direction of cultivation may not be the same.

Some people focus on strength, some people focus on agility, and some people focus on sword intent and spirit.

The weapon used by Han Sen was an eight-foot-long bronze sword, weighing one hundred and fifty-five catties, and two brute force inscriptions were engraved inside, which was thick and simple.

His gilded sword soul also focuses on the direction of strength, and after possessing the body, his strength increases dramatically, and he can perform more powerful sword moves.

And the sword move he used, the third form of the Huifeng Sword Technique, the sunset of the remnant sunset, is also known for its fierce strength.

Sword moves, imperial souls, weapons, the three powers combined, Han Sen's sword burst out with a power, which can be called terrifying!

But he never expected that he would be easily defeated by Fang Heng's casual move!

"Fang Heng, this kid, really only has the sixth level of the Pulse Realm?" Han Sen was puzzled, unable to figure out why this was happening.

That's when ......

Fang Heng's sword has arrived!

The first form of the Blood Blade Sword Technique, the blood light is dim!

Fang Heng jumped up, the blade of the heavy sword glowed with dazzling blood, aimed at Han Sen's head, and slashed down with a sword!

Han Sen was so shocked that he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to raise his sword to meet him.

Boom!

The sword is heavy.

Han Sen, I can't catch it at all!

The ground under his feet was shattered, his hands holding his sword trembled violently, his legs involuntarily weakened, and he fell to his knees.

"You, damn it!" Fang Heng's eyes showed a cold light, and he used a trick to "entangle words", swung his heavy sword, and threw it to the side.

Buzz –

Pulled by a huge force, Han Sen couldn't hold it, the long sword flew out of his hand, turned into a snowy streamer, and stabbed straight at Yan Zhenzhen on the seat of the City Lord's Mansion!

"Ahh

The long sword suddenly accelerated, and with a thud, it stabbed into the armrest of the seat only two inches away from her!

Staring at the reflection reflected by Xueliang's long sword, Yan Zhenzhen's hair was scattered, her pretty face was pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Fang Heng, you...... How dare you ......" Yan Zhenzhen trembled, twisted his neck, and looked at the high platform.

But seeing that on the high platform, Fang Heng didn't squint, and he didn't even bother to look at her.

Fang Heng stared at Han Sen condescendingly, raised his heavy sword, and spit out a word like a judgment in his mouth: "Death!"

The sword in his hand fell, and he slashed directly at Han Sen's head.

"What? Heng'er, no!" Seeing this scene, Tiannan and Fang Yun under the stage changed their faces suddenly.

Han Sen was a disciple of the Martial Mansion, and he was protected by the Martial Mansion, Fang Heng could defeat him, but he must not kill him.

"Stinky boy, are you crazy?" Mentor Mo also scolded, flying forward to stop him.

It's a pity, but it's too late!

Poof—

The brute heavy sword slashed down and slashed Han Sen.

Blood splattered everywhere, leaving a shocking red color on the ground......