"He only has the strength of the occult master, and he actually dares to challenge Sima Zhao, who has become a mystic master, isn't he asking for his own hardship..."

Just when Xiao Han first entered the ring, an exclamation suddenly sounded under the ring, no one thought that Xiao Han, who only had the eightfold Xuan, was the opponent of Sima Zhao, who had condensed the Xuanbing and had become a Xuanshi. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"He, how can he be so reckless, Sima Zhao is a Xuan Master! His strength is much stronger than that of a person who is ten heavy in the Xuan Dynasty, how can he be Sima Zhao's opponent. Under the ring, the girl who was sitting opposite Xiao Han in the Scripture Pavilion also stared at Xiao Han in the ring with an incredible face and muttered in a low voice, with a touch of worry on her face.

Looking at Xiao Han who jumped into the ring, Sima Zhao's face was stunned, but he reflected it casually, and sneered: "What, Xiao Han, don't you still want to fight with me!" Sima Zhao didn't put Xiao Han in his eyes at all, after all, now he is already a Xuanshi.

Xiao Han showed a look of disdain in his eyes, and said in a light tone: "Isn't it possible?"

Hearing this, Sima Zhao's face was stunned, and then a sinister smile appeared on his face, and said, "Yes, of course." Now, Sima Zhao is already thinking about how to humiliate Xiao Han in his heart, after all, the last time at the new disciple championship conference, Xiao Han threw Sima Rui, a delicate beauty, into the ring without any image, which made Sima Zhao and Sima Shi brothers always hold a grudge, because they both loved this sister very much in their hearts.

Xiao Han walked to the ring without hurry and picked up the giant flying sword that Xiao Li dropped, feeling the weight of the giant flying sword in his hand, Xiao Han couldn't help frowning slightly, although the weight of this giant flying sword was less than a hundred catties, it was not far behind, if it weren't for Xiao Han's strength reaching the eighth level of the Xuan, I am afraid it would be very difficult to just pick up this flying sword.

This giant flying sword is very heavy, with this sword, Xiao Han can't use it at all, after all, it takes a lot of effort just to dance this flying sword, but unfortunately there is no other magic weapon here except this flying sword.

After hesitating slightly, Xiao Han gave up the idea of using this flying sword, and planned to fight Sima Zhao empty-handed, so that at least he still had a great advantage in speed and dexterity.

Coming to the center of the ring, Xiao Han commented on Sima Zhao with a calm gaze, rubbed his fists, and said, "You make a move! I'll fight you empty-handed." ”

Sima Zhao's face changed slightly, in his opinion, this was clearly Xiao Han looking down on himself, a person whose cultivation was still in the eightfold of the Xuanzhi, actually said that he wanted to fight with a Xuanshi who had condensed the Xuanbing with his bare hands, this Wuning was insulting the Xuanshi fiercely.

Sima Zhao's eyes gradually became cold, and he snorted coldly, "Xiao Han, you are too arrogant. With that, the golden giant flying sword in Sima Zhao's hand slowly disappeared, and he sneered: "Lest others say that I am bullying you, come on! ”

Hearing this, Xiao Han suddenly showed a strange smile on his face, and then he stopped talking nonsense, his body rushed forward quickly, and when he came to Sima Zhao's body, he directly punched out quickly with all his strength, and hit Sima Zhao's head with the slightest sound of breaking through the air.

Sima Zhao always had a look of disdain on his face, and the same punch was punched, colliding hard with Xiao Han's fist, and on the fist, there was a faint golden light flowing, which was a phenomenon that would only appear when he reached the strength of the Xuan Master.

Just when the fists of the two were about to collide together, between the lightning and flint, Xiao Han's fist suddenly opened into a palm, and when it came into contact with Sima Zhao's fist, Xiao Han's fierce palm suddenly became soft, becoming a sponge-like softness, and then the whole arm slowly swam up in the trajectory of Taijiquan, pulling Sima Zhao's fist Zuo Rao and constantly circling in the air, unloading the powerful force on Sima Zhao's fist in the blink of an eye, and then stretched out his other hand like lightning, and the palm of his hand became a knife, and hit the middle joint of Sima Zhao's arm fiercely。

"Click!"

There was a soft sound of intertwined bones, and Xiao Han's hand knife directly dislocated the bones in Sima Zhao's joints. At the same time, Sima Zhao let out a muffled snort of pain, and the sharp pain in his arm made his face turn pale involuntarily.

After a hand knife dislocated the bone in the joint part of Sima Zhao's arm, Xiao Han's movements did not pause at all, and he tightly clasped Sima Zhao's arm with both palms, and then twisted it hard.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Sima Zhao could no longer maintain his previous demeanor, and let out a scream of pain like killing a pig, and the severe pain in his arm seemed to be broken off his entire arm, and the pain that went straight to his heart was something he had never experienced since he was a child, and in just a few moments, Sima Zhao's face became pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Listening to Sima Zhao's desolate scream, the originally talkative ring became silent in an instant, and everyone looked at Xiao Han in the ring in surprise, their eyes were full of incredulity, such a situation was obviously the opposite of what they thought in their hearts.

"When did Brother Han become so powerful, look at that way, Sima Zhao's kid must have suffered a lot at the hands of Brother Han, he is a Xuan Master! Although he didn't use Xuan soldiers, his strength was definitely stronger than mine. Xiao Li looked at the two people in the ring and muttered in a low voice, his tone full of surprise.

While Sima Zhao was in pain, he directly picked up his other hand and smashed it towards Xiao Han's arms, and at the same time, Sima Zhao's right leg quickly kicked towards Xiao Han's crotch.

Although his arms were restrained, Sima Zhao was still able to make a good judgment on counterattacks, and it was not difficult to see from this that Sima Zhao still had some experience in fighting.

In the face of Sima Zhao's double attack, Xiao Han couldn't make a hard connection, and in desperation, he let go of the hands that grabbed Sima Zhao's right arm, and at the same time walked with his feet in a mysterious step, bypassing Sima Zhao's predecessor like a ghost, and came to his back, all the spiritual power in his body condensed on his palms, and hit Sima Zhao's back like lightning.

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, Sima Zhao didn't hesitate at all, and immediately dodged to the side, but what surprised Sima Zhao next was that no matter how he dodged, the strong wind behind him always followed him.

"Bang!"

In the case that Sima Zhao couldn't dodge at all, Xiao Han's palms hit Sima Zhao's back fiercely, and with a dull sound, Sima Zhao's body was strongly impacted, and his steps rushed forward two steps unstoppably, but after all, he was a master who was stronger than Xiao Han, and he quickly stabilized his body, and his face became even whiter at this moment.

Xiao Han's two palms directly hit him in the same position, and the superposition of the attacks had almost reached the full strength of the peak of the Xuan's ten folds, although his strength was much stronger than Xiao Han, but he also suffered some minor injuries, at this moment he only felt the qi and blood in his body churning, and there was a huge pain in his internal organs.

Just when Sima Zhao stabilized his body, Xiao Han had already come behind him again, and his right palm hit Sima Zhao's body again, Xiao Han's palm seemed to be light and fluttering, as if there was no slightest strength. Despite this, for those who have already seen Xiao Han's strength, no one thinks that Xiao Han's palm is just as simple as it seems.

Sima Zhao turned around suddenly, his eyes were already full of extreme anger at this moment, suffering such a big loss at the hands of an opponent whose strength was much weaker than his own, this was no longer as simple as a simple shame for him.

"Drink!" Sima Zhao suddenly let out an angry roar, his eyes flashed with a crazy look, the faint golden light on his fist continued to flicker, and the powerful spiritual power continued to condense on his fist, and then hit Xiao Han's chest, and for Xiao Han's seemingly light palm, Sima Zhao was not prepared to dodge, and planned to hit Xiao Han with his own attack on the other side.

The incident only happened between lightning and flint, and the attacks of the two hit each other at the same time, and Xiao Han's seemingly fluttering palm seemed to have no power, and it was silently imprinted on Sima Zhao's chest. Immediately after that, when Sima Zhao's fist hit Xiao Han's body, there was a dull sound, and the powerful spiritual power knocked the academy robe on Xiao Han's chest into a fist-sized hole, revealing the white and tender skin inside that made women want to show jealousy, but in the blink of an eye, the part that was hit became a black blue.

"Kick, kick, kick!"

Bearing Sima Zhao's almost full punch, Xiao Han's face changed slightly, and the originally slightly moist complexion on his face became a little paler, and the impact of the strong force on the fist made his steps even more unstoppable and quickly retreated, until he retreated to the edge of the ring before stopping, at this moment, Xiao Han's condition looked like a person who was fine, except that his face was a little whiter than before, and he actually looked like a person who was fine, Sima Zhao's full force blow with the strength of the Xuan Master did not bring much damage to Xiao Han.

Although Xiao Han's strength is only the eightfold of the Xuan, he has already started to use "Tuoshe Ancient Fist" The method of refining the body recorded above refines the body, meridians and internal organs in the body are very strong, so on the surface, although Xiao Han's figure is a little thin, but the strength of his body's defense and resistance to blows is jaw-dropping, although Sima Zhao is a mystic master, and his strength is much stronger than Xiao Han, but if he doesn't use magic weapons, it is really difficult to seriously injure Xiao Han with his fists and feet alone, at most, it will bring some minor injuries to Xiao Han.

On the other hand, Sima Zhao, although he was still standing in the same position, his face had become very ugly at this moment, and the muscles of his face trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Before, just when Xiao Han's seemingly fluttering palm was imprinted on his chest, a strange force was directly transmitted into his body with Xiao Han's palm, and when this force first entered his body, it suddenly became very violent, frantically destroying his internal organs in Sima Zhao's body.

Sima Zhao's face was extremely gloomy, and he used all his strength to use the spiritual power in his body to clear the power that was causing chaos in his body, and with the support of that powerful spiritual power, he quickly cleared the energy that Xiao Han sent into his body, despite this, Sima Zhao was also injured by this strength Some internal organs, although the injury was not serious, but it would inevitably have some impact on the next battle.

Looking at Xiao Han who was standing opposite with a calm face, the horror in Sima Zhao's heart was simply incomparable, he never thought that with the strength of his Xuan Master, he would be so embarrassed by a person who only had the Eight Layers of the Xuan Sect, although he did not use the Xuan Soldiers, but it was still extremely easy to defeat the Ten Layers of the Xuan Ones, let alone Xiao Han who only had the Eight Layers of the Xuan Masters.

At this moment, after knowing that Xiao Han was not easy to deal with, Sima Zhao couldn't help but have a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and after these few encounters just now, he understood that if he didn't use Xuan Bing, it would be difficult for him to defeat Xiao Han, and even, he would be defeated by the other party. But even if he used the Xuan Soldiers to defeat Xiao Han, it would definitely not be a glorious thing, and besides, he had clearly said that he would not use the Xuan Soldiers, if he violated it at this moment, then even if he won the final victory, I am afraid that his reputation would be ruined!

After all, there are many audiences in the ring, and there is no shortage of some old disciples among them, and he Sima Zhao, the eldest son of the Sima family of the Canaan Empire, can't afford to lose this face.

It's a long story, Sima Zhao's thoughts are all between thoughts. At this moment, Xiao Han rushed towards Sima Zhao again, his hands into palms, constantly attacking Sima Zhao, the speed of the palm was very fast, the palm technique seemed to be messy, but it always maintained a mysterious trajectory running, the lightning-fast palm technique was practiced into a string, which actually made Sima Zhao's vision produce a Dao phantom.

Sima Zhao struggled to resist Xiao Han's attack, his right hand was dislocated, and he didn't have time to pick it up at all, at this moment he only used one left hand and two legs to resist Xiao Han's attack, despite this, but with that spiritual power that was definitely stronger than Xiao Han, Sima Zhao was also invincible for a while. At this moment, Sima Zhao had already begun to face Xiao Han squarely, and he no longer had the slightest underestimation, and in his heart, he had already put Xiao Han as an opponent of the same level as himself.

The two fought quickly in the ring, and the battle situation gradually stiffened, Xiao Han's every blow was an all-out shot, and he didn't dare to have the slightest reservation, after all, Sima Zhao's strength was definitely stronger than him, and only in this way could he briefly keep Sima Zhao in a draw.

Xiao Han's attack became faster and faster, and the palm techniques gradually became one in front of Sima Zhao's eyes, and Sima Zhao became more and more difficult to resist.

Gradually, in front of Sima Zhao's eyes, he saw that the sky was all Xiao Han's palm shadows, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the false with his eyes, and he could only rely on his ears to capture the subtle sound of breaking the air brought by each palm.