In an instant, the distant sky seemed to be split in two by a blade that reached the sky, and the red and blue lights held one side for each other.

The popping sound continued, crackling and crackling.

Han Ming and Beichuan seemed to be evenly matched, each about fifty meters away from the explosion.

The blazing waves swept away, shaking both of them back a few steps at the same time.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Stabilizing their bodies, the two of them once again bullied forward and started hand-to-hand combat.

"Boss, their battles can be watched as fireworks. ”

Bing Tongtong tugged at the corner of Chu Bei's clothes, and didn't forget to point to the gorgeous sky, the battle between the two was too fancy.

"Bell—"

Huo Ran, there was a sword roar again in the sky.

I don't know when, the long sword that Han Ming and Leng Chuan had already put away appeared in their hands again.

Due to the gushing out of a large amount of spiritual energy in their bodies, the sword qi of the long swords in the hands of the two of them also became stronger and stronger, until everyone in the square below could clearly see the color emanating from the two long sword bodies.

"Orange Mang, the sword in that person's hand is a second-grade spirit soldier!" a man in purple and red clothes leaned out and pointed in the direction of the cold and shouted under the building.

"Everyone, take a closer look! Yellow light, the sword in that person's hand is of a higher grade, it is a third-grade spirit soldier!" another person shouted, and the direction he pointed to was where Leng Chuan was.

When the focus of the onlookers in the square began to focus on the two spirit soldiers, the two of them in the sky each held their long swords and killed each other.

The sharp sword qi raged in the sky, and the piercing sound of the sword continued.

"Boom!"

"Bell—"

The two swords intertwined and collided, and suddenly a wave of qi burst out, like a raging wave.

The two colors of orange and yellow began to blend, directly forming a vacuum ball of light that could reach tens of meters at the explosion site, like a round of colorful scorching sun, extremely dazzling.

Everyone in the audience squinted, and just as they tried to see everything inside the ball of light, there was a roar, and the ball exploded.

Han Ming and Leng Chuan, who were located in it, turned into a ray of light at the same time, cutting through the sky like cannonballs, each shooting in different directions.

"Guys, don't look at it, hide, someone is coming at us!"

A cry of horror rang out, and the crowd shrank their necks, and some of the people who had already left the building retreated again.

"Bang!"

Just as everyone was masking their figures, a low crash sounded.

I saw that on the high platform that had been turned into ruins, a large circular pit with a diameter of ten meters appeared, and a large amount of dust was rising from the pit.

"Do you want to go out and have a look?"

In the crowd, I don't know who muttered, and someone began to walk out from under the building.

Chu Bei, Hong Jiu and others also walked towards the big round pit one after another.

Approaching the round pit, everyone looked inward.

At this moment, there was a tall and thin man who seemed to be in his forties lying in the round pit.

Although everyone knew that this tall and thin man was one of the spirit kings who had fought in the sky before, his current appearance was really a little embarrassing.

The original gorgeous blue round-necked robe was in tatters, the black bird-patterned leather belt tied around the waist had been broken in half, the whole body was covered with dust, and blood was flowing from the corners of the mouth.

After looking at the tall and thin man, everyone's eyes were drawn to a broken sword held in his right hand.

The Shattered Sword emitted an orange light, and in terms of rank, it was a second-grade spirit soldier!

"It's... The second-grade spirit soldier was actually shattered!"

"Don't be surprised, have you forgotten the weapon used by the other person? That's a third-grade spirit soldier! Under such a fierce confrontation, of course it's a second-grade spirit soldier!"

"This person doesn't look very old, but he is already a great power in the Spirit King Realm!"

"On the way to martial arts, the farther you go, the longer your lifespan will be. The traces of time are difficult to intuitively reflect from their bodies. Don't look at this person's appearance, he is about forty years old, maybe his actual age is more than a hundred years old!"

"That's right! It is rumored that those who cultivate to heaven can rejuvenate themselves and stay young forever!"

......

"Uncle Hong, is this person the cold chuan of the Ruoshui Sect or the cold shadow of the Seven Peerless Sects?" Long Shuangxue turned her head to look at Hong Jiu beside her, with a curious look on her face.

"The cold of the Seven Peerless Sects. Hong Jiu glanced at the tall and thin man in the pit and said loudly.

"It hurts!"

Maybe it was because of the sound of the crowd chattering that made Han Ming, who twisted his neck and opened his eyes.

"The loss is on this sword. ”

Han Ming shook the broken long sword in his hand, and just finished muttering, his eyes lit up, and his gaze suddenly fixed on the spirit snake sword that was emitting yellow light in Hong Jiu's hand.

When he raised his eyes and looked up to see Hong Jiu's appearance clearly, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, with a touch of insidiousness.

"General Hong, I haven't seen you for a long time! I don't know how I've been doing lately?"

Han Ming shook off the second-grade spirit soldier in his hand, and after straightening his tattered clothes, he jumped out of the round pit.

"Put away your greedy gaze!"

Looking at the cold shadow that was walking towards him step by step, Hong Jiu took a step back, and a touch of vigilance rose on his face.

Wu Muhan on the side, his eyes switched back and forth on Han Ming Hong Jiu and the others, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a play, with a touch of playfulness on his face.

"General Hong, you also saw just now, and the last battle between me and Leng Chuan was lost on weapons. My sword is a second-grade spirit soldier, and his sword is a third-grade spirit soldier, which also directly leads to the same attack power, and I myself can bear more than he endures. ”

Speaking of this, Han Ming's gaze moved downward, and once again landed on the spirit snake sword in Hong Jiu's hand, rubbing his palms and saying, "Although I don't know where your three-grade spirit soldier came from, can you lend me it for a while?" I'll return it to you as soon as it's used up!"

"Don't borrow!"

Hong Jiu did not hesitate at all, and directly shook his head and refused.

He still probably knows what kind of person the other party is.

A person who can go deep into other sects and steal the cheats of the exercises, and lends the Sanpin Spirit Soldier to the other party, can he still come back?

The answer is obvious! If he lends the Spirit Snake Sword today, he won't have a chance to get it back in the future!

"Really, don't borrow it?" Han Ming licked his lips, his voice full of menace.

"Don't even think about it!" Hong Jiu frowned, holding the Spirit Snake Sword tightly in one hand and clenching it into a fist with the other, and the aura surged outside his body to form a pair of armor.

"General Hong, you said so, then I... Hehe, I can only offend! I can't borrow it, I can only grab it!"

After speaking, the figure of Han Ming moved, his right hand reached out, and he came to Hong Jiu's approach in an instant.

"Han Ming, you have offended the Ruoshui Sect, and now you want to be an enemy of my royal family?" Hong Jiu shouted, and quickly withdrew from the crowd with the Spirit Snake Sword.