Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Xuan, after glancing at each other, drew their swords at the same time, and approached Xuan Han!

The two of them are unanimously against each other - Xuan Han.

"I know that's the case, annoying!"

Don't retreat but advance, tiptoe to the ground, kick violently, brush the ground, and face the battle.

Draw the sword, a blood-drinking long sword in your hand, and a sword flower to play......

Three yards.

Two yards.

One yard!

Both sides, close at hand!

"Bang!" a long sword that blocked Xuanziwei.

"Peng!" kicked out quickly, kicking and flying Xuan.

At the same time, he turned around, and quickly pulled out a silver finger blade with his left hand, sweeping straight through Xuan Ziwei's head, forcing him back.

"It's another child's instruction, right?"

With a clatter, the long sword was inserted into the ground, and while he was in the middle of speaking, Xuan Han unloaded the weight-bearing lead on his arms.

Then he drew back the blood-drinking long sword, played with his right hand, played a sword flower, and said with a smile.

Hiss, the two of them were shocked!

They all watched the previous competition of Xuan Han, but they never thought that such melee strength was not all of Xuan Han's strength?

When did this little crumb of Xuan Han become so strong?

"Humph!"

"Whew!"

Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Xuan did not respond to Xuan Han.

In fact, needless to say, everyone knows each other, they are two or three order fighters, small strength, only the family lineage can move them.

"First of all, don't blame me for being cold when you're dead!"

Smack, a long sword that slammed and steadied the blood, and in an instant, Xuan Han's eyes became fierce and strange.

The temperament of the whole body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and a black murderous aura seems to float out as if the essence is wafting out!

"Hmm. ”

"Miscellaneous, don't be too arrogant!"

Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Xuan frowned, and they were angry.

"Let's fight!"

Fluttering, thighs are strong, fast as an arrow off the string, fast approaching.

"So fast!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The swing speed of a blood-drinking long sword was powerful and heavy, and the two of them who smashed at the same time, Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Xuan, had no power to fight back.

"How is that possible!" said Xuanziwei, sweating profusely.

"This can't be!" Xuan Xuan said in horror, also sweating profusely.

The speed is fast, even if it doesn't matter, how can his strength be so great?!

Thousands of pounds!

Bang, a wide sweep, Xuan Han directly swept Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Xuan with a single sword.

Qingling step.

As soon as he slammed his palm, the fighting qi in his body was extremely fast, and his fingers were condensed into palms, and a purple fighting qi instantly diffused out......

Target: Spin Xuan!

The persimmon picks up the soft pinch, and compared with the Xuanziwei, the Xuanxuan is relatively weak.

Peng, block, hand against the sword, sword against fist, block!

"Brush!" Like a thunder snake, a blood-drinking sword, piercing through the gap, it plunged straight into Xuan Xuan's throat at lightning speed.

Damn! Xuanxuan's pupils were steep, and he wanted to avoid it, but it was too late...

The body paused, the hand stopped, and the tip of the blood-drinking long sword had already reached Xuan Xuan's throat!

"You're dead!" pulled back the sword, Xuan Han played a sword flower, kicked past Xuan Xuan's side, and ordered coldly.

Sweating profusely, breathe a sigh of relief!

After fighting against Xuan Han, Xuan Xuan could clearly feel that Xuan Han was really fighting with killing intent, unlike them who were just fighting, and they could experience an unprecedented horror of death!

......

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!"

"Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng!"

Xuan Han and Xuan Ziwei fought, and after several rounds, the sound of the two swords colliding, one after another!

"Spiral Sword!"

As soon as you stop your hand, you can charge your strength, stab directly, brush, and five long sword remnants in a row, approaching the whirling cold!

"Bang, bang. "Left dodge, use the sword to block the two sword rays, and spin the cold.

"Spinning Sword, Twisting Sword, Swinging Sword, Swinging Sword!"

"Spinning Sword, Twisting Sword, Swinging Sword, Swinging Sword!"

Pressing Xuan Han, Xuan Ziwei and Xuan Han got closer, and then urged the fighting qi to release the Xuan Wei fast sword......

At first, Xuan Han was able to avoid it, but as time went by, Xuan Han's physical strength gradually decreased!

"Poof, poof, poof, poof!"

One wound after another gradually appeared, and Xuan Han was injured by the sword qi!

And the wounds are still growing......

"Hmph, Xuan Han, I have to admit that your melee strength is superior, but your weakness is also obvious!"

"-You are of low rank, your fighting spirit is scarce, and it is impossible for you to fight for a long time!"

What's more, in the morning of the Xuan Han battle, the fighting spirit spent will definitely not be less, and it will not be recovered in just one noon!

Pressing Xuan Han step by step, Xuan Ziwei did not have the slightest politeness, and continued to release the fighting skill: Xuan Wei Quick Sword.

"Snort. "Xuan Han is naturally aware of his weaknesses, so he has always been quick to solve them.

This time, Xuan Ziwei continued to spin his fast sword, dodging Kankan, how to talk about counterattack?

If you can take out the Qingchen Sword from the Na Ring and add the amount of block, the pressure will be reduced a lot.

But only the vows can be taken and not exposed. Abominable and abominable!

In addition, he is indeed very little fighting, and he is not even capable of releasing even a medium-sized fighting trick even once. It's annoying, it's annoying!

Desperate, utterly desperate!

"I didn't expect to use this hole card for you!" frowned, and after some thought, Xuan Han was ruthless, gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Shura Killing", the first mode, super melee!

Boom! With both swords in hand, his thighs were strong, and a flash of coldness flickered.

Peng! Xuanziwei was directly slashed away by a sword, and the Qingsu long sword snapped to the ground and was broken into two pieces out of thin air!

"Poof!" "Wow, Xuan Ziwei turned his back to the ground and fell, and immediately his throat was hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out......

It hurts, it hurts! His chest and ribs were broken three times, and the pain was abnormal, but he passed out in a moment!

Spike!

Kill Cyclovie in seconds.

"Whirl... Third Elder, what is the result?"

Oh, drinking blood and the long sword branched out, Xuan Han gulped and gasped, and it took a long time to twist his pale cheeks, and his dry lips opened slightly.

"Hiss, it's Xuan Hansheng!" After gasping, Elder Xuan San returned to his senses.

"Hiss, hiss~"

"Oh my God!"

"Unbelievable!"

"It's too fake~"

"Absolutely dazzled!"

"Is he a waste spin cold?!"

......

The bomb, the bomb, the whole stand, the fryer-like noise!

One against two, Xuan Han actually won?

They're going to see a good show!

Xuan Xuan loses, and it is still reasonable. However, how did Xuan Ziwei lose, and all the children of the Xuan family present didn't see it clearly?

"Xuan Han, this little guy, when did you master this kind of violent fighting technique?"

"Fighting skills aside, melee strength is the best among the ages. ”

"The future is good!"

"Suitable for our Xuanjia!"

......

Point Violence Fighting Technique: A straight line attack, extremely powerful.

The strength of the disciples of the Xuan family is still shallow, and they may not have seen Xuan Han's movements clearly, but how can the strength of the Xuan family not know what is happening.

Just now, Xuan Han gathered all the remaining physical strength and fighting energy together, and instantly burst out, blasting away Xuan Ziwei.

After a few competitions, the elders of the Xuan family gradually changed their opinion of Xuan Han, after all, the strength is there!

The knowledge of the former quasi-Dan master, coupled with the strength of the current martial artist, is a prerequisite for cultivating well.

......

On stage.

smiled miserably, his physical strength was overdrawn, his head was convulsed, and he wanted to fall.

Suddenly, a touch of light and slender soft curves, instantly approaching the cold.