"Haha, knocked my old bones, hahaha..."

Zhang Han laughed angrily, then his eyes froze, and with a wave of his hand, a bright white yuan force flew out from his hand and shot towards Chu Qingyun. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yuan Li is released, this is the symbol of a martial artist!

The warriors of the Martial Realm only have a few meridians in their bodies, and they have very little stored Yuan Power, so they cannot release Yuan Power externally, and can only be used through weapons or martial spirits.

And the strong martial artists have opened up the sea of qi, and the yuan power is many times that of the martial artists, which is enough to support them to directly hit the yuan power.

Even a powerful martial artist can control the Yuan Force into a sword, which is even more powerful.

The release of Yuan Li is also a move often used by strong martial artists to crush martial artists.

Obviously, Zhang Han regarded Chu Qingyun as an ordinary ninth-level martial artist, and wanted to crush him casually and shoot him to death.

"Hmph, Yuan Li is released, and I will too!"

Chu Qingyun snorted coldly, slapped out a palm, and an even thicker Yuan Force flew out, meeting Zhang Han's blow.

At the same time, the aura of a first-level martial artist is also an undisguised release.

Rumble!

In the loud roar, the two Yuan forces collided and annihilated, smashing the battle platform with a slight shock.

Fortunately, the two of them are standing on the battlefield platform of the martial arts level, otherwise, if it is replaced by the battlefield platform of the martial arts area, I am afraid that this casual blow will tear the battlefield apart.

"Martial artist, you little bastard, you have been promoted to martial artist!"

Zhang Han was so shocked that he even forgot about the attack.

He also clearly remembered that a month ago, Chu Qingyun had just broken through to a ninth-level martial artist.

And now, in just one month, he has broken through again and become a martial arts powerhouse!

Recalling the difficulties and time spent on breaking through the martial arts, Zhang Han almost didn't vomit blood, and he had a feeling of wanting to hit the wall.

It's really more human than human, and it's infuriating!

At this time, Chu Qingyun was also vigilant in his heart and did not dare to be careless.

At that moment just now, it seemed to be a tie, and no one took advantage.

However, he himself understood that the Yuan Force he used was several times that of Zhang Han, and the Yuan Force of the third-level martial artist was pure, and it was indeed far superior to the first-level martial artist.

But Chu Qingyun was not very worried, after all, he had a large sea of qi and a lot of Yuan power, and he could withstand the toss.

"Little bastard, even if you are promoted to a martial artist, the old man will let you see the strength of a third-level martial artist today!"

"Black Tiger Martial Spirit, Black Tiger Claw!"

Zhang Han roared, and a black tiger shadow flashed in front of him, and a huge black tiger claw with a diameter of more than ten meters grabbed Chu Qingyun with gusts of evil wind.

The pure Yuan Power of the third-level martial artist makes the power of the soul technique very strong.

The power of the soul skill depends on two points, one is the level of the soul skill itself, and the high-level soul skill is inherently stronger than the low-level soul skill.

However, the Yuan Force that urges the soul technique is also a very important point, and this point is even more significant in the martial arts realm.

The Yuan Force of a high-level martial artist is more refined than that of a low-level martial artist, and the power of the soul technique is also more powerful.

It's like the same knife, but in the hands of adults and children, the power exerted is definitely different.

Facing the tiger claws that fell from the sky, Chu Qingyun did not panic at all, and calmly displayed his martial spirit.

The five vines of the five-star vine have reached a terrifying 100 meters in length.

At this moment, five dark green hundred-meter vines flipped and entangled, turning into a huge green giant fist, and a punch slammed into the black tiger claw.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The vine giant fist was crushed to pieces, and the black tiger claw was also weak and exploded.

In the chaos, Zhang Han suddenly rushed out, raised his hand and punched, smashing Chu Qingyun fiercely.

"Little bastard, give me death!"

On his fist, a large amount of pure yuan power was condensed, and a palpitating aura emanated out, making the close martial artists feel that their legs were weak and they couldn't stand steadily.

Obviously, the soul technique Black Tiger Claw just now seemed to be ferocious, but in fact it was just a feint.

The real killer is still the current punch.

After receiving such a punch, Chu Qingyun was definitely seriously injured and dying, and when the time came, he would be tortured and killed.

"Good come, old thing, you can take my trick too. ”

"Xuantian God Pattern!"

"The wind and clouds!"

Chu Qingyun let out a low snort, and a dark golden divine pattern suddenly lit up on his body, and then the long sword came out of the sheath, and the rolling yuan power gushed out like a tide, and the sharp sword light plowed a deep ravine on the battle platform.

Wind and clouds, indomitable, invincible!

Zhang Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and his originally arrogant momentum became much weaker.

On this sword, he felt a powerful momentum, out of which he would win, and he had my invincible momentum!

The most powerful sword among the Seven Swords of the Tempest, coupled with the enhancement of the perfect Xuantian Divine Pattern, this sword, even if it is a third-level martial artist, does not dare to be careless!

"Bastard, how can this little bastard have such a strong sword move!"

Zhang Han gritted his teeth and mobilized more yuan power to gather in his hand, and the yuan force on his fist released a more shining light.

Yuan Li collided with the sword, looking at the sword in front of him, Zhang Han felt more pressure, gritted his teeth, and a stream of Yuan force was withdrawn from the sea of qi, converging on the fist to fight against the sword.

Zhang Han's heart was full of helplessness at this time, this seemed to be a sword, but it was a sword momentum that gathered more than 20 swords, and the power was really amazing.

Zhang Han has swordsmanship, knife skills and even boxing skills, but his talent is really average, and he can't comprehend the ethereal 'potential' at all.

Therefore, his style of play has always been to crush with absolute strength, with Yuan Force and Martial Soul.

And this style of play is also looked down upon by real masters and strong men.

Although the sword is strong, it will eventually come to an end.

Under Zhang Han's endless confrontation with Yuan Li, it exploded.

Zhang Han was under light pressure, and instinctively breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, at this moment, a fist with a dark golden light tore and shattered sword and Yuan Li suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Han.

The shattered sword light and Yuan Force easily tore apart Chu Qingyun's sleeves.

However, when it hit the arm that was shining with dark golden divine patterns, it made a low sonorous sound, and it couldn't hurt him at all!

"Die!"

The heavy punch was swung, and under the strengthening of the Xuantian Divine Pattern, the power of this punch was extremely strong, even if it was a third-level martial artist, Zhang Han was smashed to the ground in an instant, and the muscles on his face were smashed into ripples.

Looking at the smashed battle platform, everyone secretly gasped, and some even couldn't help touching their faces.

It's so miserable, a group of elders, third-level martial artists, were smashed to the ground with a punch.

Zhang Han was beaten and blinded, lying on the ground and still not coming back to his senses.

Chu Qingyun's eyes were cold, a five-star vine appeared, and a dark green vine grew rapidly, and with a pop, it penetrated Zhang Han's lower abdomen and pierced his sea of qi.

Zhang Han screamed miserably, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body became soft like a deflated ball.

The sea of qi is broken, which means that Zhang Han is wasted.