How so?

Song Yingcai's face was extremely ugly.

"Slash again!"

He screamed, the muscles in his arms bulging suddenly, and his arm bones trembled like a sharp sword.

If Shu Qingquan and Shu Yuesheng's strength was strong enough, they could use their aura to sense everything that was happening in the reception hall at this moment.

In a different peculiar perspective, of course.

Song Yingcai's sword of momentum pierced Yang Han's majestic momentum, and then fell on top of Yang Han's head, and then stopped steadily when he was about to slash down with a sword.

This was naturally not discovered by Song Yingcai's conscience, and he deliberately wanted to show mercy to Yang Han's subordinates.

Instead, a pair of demonic hands appeared out of thin air above Yang Han's head, and the demonic hands were tightly closed, and the sword of momentum was firmly pressed in the middle of the palm.

No matter how Song Yingcai struggled, the sword of momentum that was held by the demon's hand did not move at all.

I saw that from the wrist of the demon hand, demon-like arms gradually evolved, and then the complete body, torso, and head......

In the blink of an eye, Yang Han's majestic but chaotic and formless momentum transformed into a terrifying and terrifying demon, which was the demon body after Yang Han cast the Nine Yang Demon Pole Transformation!

A terrifying demon slowly stood up from behind Yang Han, and the demon clasped his hands together and firmly fixed the sword of momentum.

As the demon body stood up from behind Yang Han, Song Yingcai's arm also involuntarily raised.

"You think your sword is strong, don't you?"

Yang Han grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

Hearing this, Song Yingcai's face changed suddenly, at this moment, his momentum sword was trapped by the demon with his hands folded, and he couldn't even retreat.

Click......

I saw that Song Yingcai's imposing sword was like a piece of exquisite porcelain, extending from the body of the demon's sword with his hands together, as if it was about to break the ice.

The cracks were like countless lightning rays swimming on the sword body of the Momentum Sword, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Momentum Sword was covered with fine cracks.

"The sword of momentum, give me condensation! condensation!"

Song Yingcai broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, trembling all over, and roared angrily.

It's a pity that his roar still can't change the situation in front of him.

Disheveled!

There was a muffled sound that seemed to come and go, and the sword of momentum was gone.

Immediately, a powerful storm appeared out of thin air above everyone's heads, and the shattered sword momentum was as many as hundreds of pieces, which were not controlled by Song Yingcai at all, and shot out in all directions.

Woohoo......

Fluffy ......

Ping Pong ......

The reception hall of the Refining Instrument Peak suddenly resounded with cracking, colliding and muffled, which could really be described as one unleveled, one rising again, one after another.

A good chair, which no one had touched at all, suddenly shattered into a pile of firewood.

The porcelain on a flower stand burst and fell.

A landscape painting is cut into two sections.

......

Sword of Imposing.

Break!

Song Yingcai's momentum was stunned, and he retreated again and again, but Yang Han had no intention of stopping.

"Eat me with a punch. ”

Boom!

The void shook.

The demon behind Yang Han took a step forward and smashed it out with a punch, and the momentum was fierce and incomparable, blasting towards Song Yingcai.

What the?

That's impossible!

After Yang Han broke his Momentum Sword, he still had such a strong momentum power!

Song Yingcai's eyes trembled, gritted his teeth and said:

"Guard!"

He stopped retreating, and the momentum that had been committed was all gathered forward, guarding himself like a city wall.

"You must block it for me!"

Song Yingcai let out an angry roar, and his eyes turned red.

With a bang, Song Yingcai's momentum burst into a big hole, and a fist of steel blasted out of the hole.

A punch hits the bull's-eye.

Burst!

Song Yingcai was hit in the chest by a hammer, and the whole person flew out of thin air.

Call!

A gust of wind blew, and the demon body behind Yang Han gradually weakened, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

"In front of my fist, your sword is like a piece of tofu, vulnerable. You claim to be a strong man, and the so-called strong man is like you? So, I am stronger than you, should you submit to me? ”

Yang Han said indifferently.

These words came from Song Yingcai's mouth, and at this moment, they were almost returned by Yang Han intact, and Song Yingcai's face was extremely ugly.

When he said these words before, Song Yingcai didn't think that he would lose to Yang Han.

It turned out to be a failure!

Now Yang Han said the same thing, that is, he slapped him in the face in front of the Shu family brothers.

Song Yingcai's eyes were cold and he stood up again.

He would never admit that he was weaker than Yang Han!

Because he is ranked 487th on the rookie list, and Yang Han is unknown.

"Yang Han, you are too arrogant. ”

Song Yingcai looked at Yang Han, a fierce gaze shot out of his eyes, sneered, and said: "The villain is ambitious! Just because you are better than me in terms of momentum, do you think you are really stronger than me? ”

Song Yingcai didn't take the victory or loss of the momentum battle just now to heart.

"Is it?"

Yang Han licked the corners of his mouth and said, "I hope your strength can be worthy of your words." ”

"Brother Song is right!"

Shu Qingquan shouted: "The battle of momentum is a fart." Some people just look like a tiger on the outside, but when they really do it, they are actually just a paper tiger, weak and pitiful. ”

Hearing this, a touch of embarrassment flashed in Song Yingcai's eyes.

Shu Qingquan was indeed helping him well, but Shu Qingquan's first sentence was to scold Song Yingcai as well.

Song Yingcai turned his head and glanced at Shu Qingquan with a grudge on his face.

You can't talk or not.

If you can't speak, just stay obediently and see how I clean up Yang Han.

Song Yingcai said secretly in his heart.

Shu Qingquan thought for a while, and then said in hindsight: "Brother Song, don't mind." My words are actually only aimed at Yang Han alone, not including Brother Song, really. ”

Song Yingcai rolled his eyes, it was better not to explain than to explain.

A superfluous explanation, trying to cover up.

Never mind.

I endure.

He didn't bother to pay any more attention to Shu Qingquan, grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, and slowly pulled out the sword hidden in the sheath.

"Yang Han, let me draw my sword out of the sheath, you are already proud enough. But that's the end of the game, because I'm going to beat you in one move. ”

Song Yingcai said, a sharp sword in his hand, the blade of the sword was flush with his arm, and the tip of the sword pointed at Yang Han.

Hearing this, Yang Han hadn't fought back, but Shu Qingquan was the first to be unhappy.

He wants to make Yang Han the same as himself, if Song Yingcai solves Yang Han with a sword, how can he avenge Yang Han for being beaten into a pig's head.

"Brother Song, don't. I know you're great, but if you only use one trick, isn't it too cheap kid. You must beat him to a pig's head! Just like me! No, no, no...... My face is swollen and worse than it is now. ”

Shu Qingquan said.

Song Yingcai couldn't help but roll his eyes, if Shu Qingquan wasn't Shu Yuesheng's younger brother, he couldn't help but shut up Shu Qingquan.

It's really noisy!