"Just one move?"

Yang Han looked at Song Yingcai, smiled faintly, and said, "If after one move, you are the one who loses, will you say that it is just a move, and it does not mean the final victory or defeat." ”

Having said that, Yang Han's heart is twelve points cautious.

The tiger pounced on the rabbit and did his best! Not to mention a battle between martial cultivators. The fists and feet are ruthless, the swords have no eyes, and a carelessness may make people regret it for life.

"You're looking for death!"

Song Yingcai was poked in the sore foot, annoyed and angry, and said coldly:

"One sword Pingchuan!"

I saw that the sword in his hand shot out like a cold light, and the sharp tip of the sword cut through a wind stream, and a crisp sword sound erupted in the void.

Ichiken Hirakawa has no other characteristics.

Pursue only one word, fast!

A sword is like a Pegasus, and in the blink of an eye, it crosses the river and kills the enemy's eyes.

This is a quick sword, attacking the enemy first!

Once cast, the battle is over in the blink of an eye.

Of course, it was the master who performed this swordsmanship who won, and the opponent lost.

Song Yingcai has already mastered the essence of this swordsmanship, and his twelve points of self-confidence, when he uses it at this moment, will definitely be able to defeat Yang Han with one sword.

He is on the rookie list, but against Yang Han, who is unknown on the list, he can only make one move, not more.

This is Song Yingcai's request for himself!

"Brother Yingcai, it's really a quick sword move. ”

The sword light flashed in the reception hall, and Shu Yuesheng's face showed a look of amazement.

Although he is a Divine Pattern Refiner, he is also an acquired third-rate martial cultivator, and he, like Song Yingcai, also walks the path of sword cultivation.

It's just that Shu Yuesheng's own strength is not strong enough to perform such a wonderful sword move.

At this moment, he saw Song Yingcai unleash a sword Pingchuan, and the sword light shot towards Yang Han like lightning and thunder, and Shu Yuesheng was naturally extremely envious.

If he could have such strength, he would come to Canglan Academy to stand out for his younger brother Shu Qingquan this time, and he wouldn't have to bother Song Yingcai at all.

"Haha, Yang Han, you're dead. ”

Shu Qingquan's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly.

Shu Yuesheng shook his head and said, "After all, this is the Canglan Academy, and it won't be enough for him to die, but it is certain that he will be defeated." ”

In Shu Yuesheng's opinion, Yang Han will undoubtedly be defeated by Song Yingcai's sword.

A flash of sword light struck, and Yang Han seemed to be frightened, like a wooden man standing motionless in place.

"Yang Han. Aren't you going to get out of the way?"

Song Yingcai sneered.

Casting a sword Pingchuan, he still has the leisure time to ridicule Yang Han in the process of launching the sword move, which is enough to see how full his confidence is.

And the reason why Song Yingcai asked this question was because Yang Han stood motionless, which made him feel bored.

If Yang Han tried to dodge his sword, he would find that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge.

It's a pity that Yang Han didn't hide.

As he spoke, the tip of the sword in Song Yingcai's hand was still an inch away from piercing Yang Han's throat.

But Song Yingcai is very measured.

Don't look at this sword is going towards Yang Han's throat, but it won't really cut Yang Han's throat, it will kill him, and it will only leave a sword wound on Yang Han's neck.

A circle of sword wounds will be the most powerful proof of this.

Song Yingcai wants to take Yang Han's head, it's as easy as a snap!

His strength is stronger than Yang Han!

"Do you need it?"

Yang Han's hands moved at some point, clasped together in front of his chest, and then he looked at Song Yingcai with a playful expression, and said, "Your sword is as slow as a snail crawling, making me wait for so long, and you are even embarrassed to ask me why I don't hide." Now, you come and tell me, do I need it?"

Hiss!

The Shu brothers were surprised.

"How come, could it be that Brother Yingcai deliberately released the water?"

Shu Yuesheng was dumbfounded.

He would rather believe that Song Yingcai deliberately released the water than believe that someone could catch Song Yingcai's sword Pingchuan empty-handed.

"This, this, this...... Just caught a sword with his bare hands, could it be that Brother Song's sword was made of wood?"

Shu Qingquan's eyes widened into quail eggs and stammered.

Of course, the most surprising is Song Yingcai himself.

The scene in front of him made Song Yingcai's eyes tremble.

This scene is familiar.

He remembered how the Sword of Momentum had been broken by Yang Han.

No way?

As soon as he thought of this, Song Yingcai gritted his teeth, ignoring his previous bold words, and prepared to draw his sword and retreat.

"Huh?"

The force in his hand increased, but the sword body did not move.

Song Yingcai's two brows couldn't help frowning together, and a trace of bad flashed in his heart.

"Give me back. ”

How could Song Yingcai be willing to do this, he roared violently in his heart, and the muscles on his arms bulged like a small hill. It's a pity that he let him use his strength to eat, but the sword in his hand is motionless, as if it doesn't belong to him at all.

Buzz Buzz......

Buzz Buzz......

The three-foot blade trembled under the stalemate between the two powerful forces.

Song Yingcai was only panicked for a while, and if he looked closely, he would find that Yang Han didn't really control a sharp sword with a pair of fleshy palms.

Yang Han's palms were all attached to a layer of true qi.

Not only that, but this layer of True Qi was vibrating at a strange frequency, like a bowstring that vibrated after shooting a sharp arrow.

"Five Bows"!

If the True Qi layer on Yang Han's palm is infinitely magnified, you will find that the True Qi layer is not as smooth as a mirror, but is composed of arrow tips arranged one after another.

The number of arrows, in the thousands.

The vibration of the peculiar frequency was obtained by Yang Han's operation of "Five Bow Strength", ensuring that a certain number of arrow tips bombarded the sword body at every moment, without letting Song Yingcai's sword get out of trouble.

Click......

Click......

Where Yang Han's hands were folded, there was a crisp sound, like the sound of ice breaking.

No way?

Song Yingcai thought of something, and his face couldn't help but turn pale, this was the second time he had said such a thing today.

It's just that Song Yingcai's heart has not calmed down, his eyes suddenly widened, and there was a horror in his pupils, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Really!

Song Yingcai wailed.

The sword in his hand was like a piece of porcelain, and fine cracks extended from the place where Yang Han's hands were together.

The speed at which the crack extended was extremely fast, like dozens of lightning rays swimming on the left and right sides of the sword body, and in the blink of an eye, the crack invaded the hilt.

Disheveled!

At this moment, a crisp sound erupted, and the sword body had reached the limit of what it could bear, and it completely broke off.

Sneer......

Hundreds of blade fragments shot out on both sides, making the already chaotic reception hall even more messy.

Yang Han's folded hands were separated at this point, and Song Yingcai couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that the blade of his sword that was held by Yang Han's palms was not turned into pieces, but even more perverted, directly turning into a handful of iron powder, and when Yang Han's hands were separated, it was like a ball of snowflakes flying down.

Song Yingcai glanced down at the empty hilt of the sword in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

It's just enough to enter the white blade empty-handed, Yang Han even destroyed the white blade into slag.

If Yang Han had used such terrifying power on his body from the beginning, Song Yingcai was wondering if he would have to be like a sword in his hand.

Fortunately, it is in the Canglan Academy.

Song Yingcai secretly rejoiced.

However, fortunately, at the same time, he was very unwilling, but Song Yingcai must admit that in terms of strength, he is not Yang Han's opponent.

I saw him take a deep breath, then looked at Shu Yuesheng, and said, "Brother Yuesheng, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with the matter between you and Yang Han, so I will leave." ”

After speaking, Song Yingcai was about to leave, and at this moment, a voice came from behind him, freezing his figure.

"Who allowed you to go?"

Yang Han looked at Song Yingcai and said indifferently.