Chapter 218: Perfect Sword Intent

Uh, the Dragon Boat Festival is over, continue to code words normally, that, haha, Lao Zhang's guess, how should I answer the pinch......

"It's time to enter!"

Wang Huan took a deep breath, he couldn't tell what it felt, he wasn't too nervous about this kind of game, the only thing he didn't adapt to was that he was a little uncomfortable suddenly being treated like a monkey by so many people.

As a monk with high strength, Wang Huan's mentality has long been practiced, what about the scene of hundreds of thousands of people?

Wang Huan did not hesitate at all, and under the cover of the mask of sending words, he slowly walked out of the small arch and paced outside.

Looking at the funny mask on his face, looking at his steps without the demeanor of a general, and at that thin body.

"What kind of mask do you bring? Isn't it the meaning of coming to send death? ”

"Look at his thin little body, I'm sure he can't last three seconds, but I made a heavy bet, Han Ye Yu knocked out this guy in a minute, hehe!" When this person spoke, he didn't think about it at all, in fact, Han Ye Yu was also so thin.

"No suspense, ready to receive the money. ”

"Cold Night Feather, kill him, kill him"

"One move to kill!"

Wang Huan's appearance, no one paid attention to his name, sending, it just means sending death, the spectators on the first and second floors shouted frantically, asking Han Yeyu to quickly solve the battle.

And from the third floor, the shouting sound is a little quiet, and everyone is indifferent to all this.

Under the mask, Wang Huan frowned, is he so unpleasant, why do so many people want me to die, Lao Tzu has no enmity with you.

Wang Huan's pace was very gentle, not in a hurry or slow, but even so, he quickly reached the center of the bucket.

The whole scene was almost out of control, and it was all about letting Han Yeyu lose his words in seconds.

The hot host beauty still maintained a professional smile and introduced: "The one standing on my left, I think everyone is already familiar with it, it is the legend of the undefeated Han Ye Yu in our black prison arena, he is like a god of war, he has participated in a total of eighty-eight battles, never defeated, more, I will no longer be verbose, I think everyone should know better than me." ”

"As for the one on the right, it's a mysterious guest from Zhaode, his specific identity has been concealed, so I don't know, I only know that he is only twenty years old this year, but it's quite interesting that he wears this mask, so let's call him ah. ”

After briefly introducing the identities of the two, the beautiful host said to Wang Huan: "I won't start until the referee's seat hammers the sound, understand?"

Wang Huan nodded, in the middle of the left side of the audience, there were three old men, and there was a long table in front of them, and there was a big hammer on the table.

This big hammer is the timpani hammer of the black arena, and the start and end of the game are based on this timpani.

After the beautiful host finished speaking, she withdrew and left the platform to Wang Huan and Han Yeyu.

Han Yeyu looked at Wang Huan with a pair of eagle-like eyes, and said to himself: "Eighty-nine, after this game, there are still eleven games left." ”

"Thank you for a victory, I won't keep my hand when we fight, but if you can't hold it and call you surrender, I will never kill you. ”

Wang Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, in Han Ye Yu's eyes, he saw sincerity, Han Ye Yu's eyes, there was no pretentiousness, this was a very interesting opponent.

Nodding and smiling, "Yes, thank you!"

Very polite opening remarks, the timpani has been struck.

"Kill him, kill him...... Kill him!"

In the audience, there was a large number of screams, and everyone made a heavy bet to buy Han Yeyu to KO Wang Huan in one minute, and the timpani sounded, which meant that the timer began.

No one can still sit still, although the scorching battle may be more exciting, but when it comes to interests, the excitement has become a floating cloud, and everyone just wants to be killed quickly.

"It's on!" said Han Yeyu politely after the hammer sounded.

As soon as he spoke, he stopped talking, and his thin and slender arms fluttered towards Wang Huan.

His punch didn't have much tiger strength, just like a punch from a random passer-by on the street.

But it was such a light punch, I don't know how many people fell to the ground because of it.

Wang Huan didn't have any carelessness, because he knew how powerful this punch was, and this punch didn't seem to have any power, but under the eyes of the void, Wang Huan clearly saw that an inexplicable momentum naturally rose on Han Yeyu's body, and at this moment, the entire arena centered on him and spread around.

The whole arena is centered around each other, what is this concept?

When the other party threw out his fist, Wang Huan had already flown to the side.

The ghost skillfully moved three feet horizontally, and Wang Huan's body turned into an afterimage, like a ghost flying in the fighting platform.

"Peng, Peng, Peng......"

The corners of Han Yeyu's mouth hooked an arc, sank his waist immediately, and punched the place next to him three zhang in the air, and then continued in a different direction.

The fist wind roared in the air, and the earth qi came out through Cold Night Feather's body, hitting in the air, although it didn't hit, but because it was too fast, a series of blasting sounds were backlogged.

Han Ye Yu's fist wind chased Wang Huan's afterimage, sometimes appearing in the west, sometimes flying to the east.

On the fighting platform, there were fist shadows shuttling everywhere, and a thick aura made the entire fighting ring dangerous.

Although Han Yeyu sank his waist and waved his fist calmly, his body was already tense, and his fist kept changing directions, so that he could barely keep up with the changes in Wang Huan's body technique.

The speed of the Source Realm, how can it be so fast?

Han Yeyu felt that the speed at which he swung his fist was almost unable to catch up with the speed of Wang Huan's body transformation. He frowned, and suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and five killing rays rose from his five fingers at the same time.

"Ni Xia Tujin!"

The five finger prints suddenly flashed open, like five deadly lasers.

"Break it for me!"

Wang Huan raised the dragon elephant sword and drew a huge circle in the air, and the tip of the sword flicked and knocked the circle out.

It was not the five killing mangs that were broken, but the divine thoughts behind the killing mangs.

"Boom!"

The five killing rays were all extinguished and turned into five clouds of smoke and dust.

On the stands, the pot had already exploded, Wang Huan had already gone for more than half a minute to dodge this time, if it was more than ten seconds, Han Yeyu could not defeat Wang Huan, then he would lose.

"Han Yeyu, what are you fucking grinding about, don't hurry up and do it. ”

"Rush up and kill him!"

There was a curse, but Han Yeyu was not moved at all, but he also became a little interested in this opponent, because the other party actually smashed all the divine thoughts that he was involved in.

You must know that the key to the Ni Xia earth strength of Cold Night Feather is not the sharp five fingers, but the divine thoughts that control the fingers, the divine thoughts are not broken, and the fingers will never be broken.

Because after the fingers are broken, the divine thoughts will condense into new fingers, endlessly, I didn't expect that this one will be sent, and I can see my divine thoughts at a glance, which is not simple.

Han Yeyu smiled slightly, with a serious look on his face, and just as he was about to rush towards Wang Huan, a figure suddenly flew over, stretched out an arm violently on his side, slapped a palm fiercely, and pressed it towards his shoulder.

The owner of this palm is none other than Wang Huan.

Han Yeyu's eyelids shrank, his heart beat violently, he didn't think much about it, his feet immediately slid away, his body moved out horizontally, and before Wang Huan's palm pressed on his shoulder, his body moved out more than ten meters.

Wang Huan's first palm missed, and soon he hit a second palm, which was directly condensed from the fire element, like a small mountain of flames pressing down, attacking the top of Cold Night Feather's head.

One move after another, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe at all.

It's a pity that Han Ye Yu is not an ordinary source realm Xiao Perfection, his eyes shrank, a white brilliance shot out from his pupils, and a white sword qi rushed out, smashing the mountain of flames that Wang Huan had hit.

Han Yeyu's move, called "Eye Sword", is condensed by the killing intent of the eyes, the biggest feature of the eye sword is surprise, and it is also a symbol of the decisiveness of a master's killing, only after truly experiencing the baptism of war, can the killing intent of the eyes be condensed into a sword!

After the eye sword smashed Wang Huan's palm print, he didn't stop for a moment, and continued to kill.

Wang Huan smiled, his brows furrowed, and he saw the characteristics of the eye sword at a glance, and sixty-four purple soul thoughts jumped rapidly, turning into a purple sword qi, and rushed towards Han Yeyu's eye sword.

"Copycat version of the Eye Sword, go!"

"Boom!"

The two swords collided, and there was no winner or loser.

A trace of excitement flashed on Wang Huan's face, last time it was a copycat version of the Peach Blossom Shield, this time it was a copycat version of the Eye Sword, not to mention, it was very easy to use, no worse than the real guy. Just when he was excited, suddenly, a fierce sword qi came from his side.

It was Han Yeyu's sword, this sword was called 'Killing', and it was the second time he had drawn his sword in such a long time since he entered the Black Prison Arena, the first time was against a high-level racer, and after he pulled out his sword, he split the opponent in half with a single sword.

The second time it was used on Wang Huan's body, the phantom cut out of the deadly sword was more than ten meters long, and the sword body was as wide as the door panel, like a giant sword, which seemed to be able to open the sky!

The horror of this sword is not how big the sword has become, but the sword intent hidden in it, this sword intent, there is no flaw in this sword intent, even Wang Huan's Qianyi flow at the moment, he can't see the flaws of the other party.

The over-control of the opponent's consciousness has surpassed the other source realm small consummations by much, such a terrifying sword, no wonder it can kill other high-level racers.

Wang Huanfei retreated sharply, and at the same time, the dragon elephant sword in his hand was slashed, which was also a sword!

The third style of the wind blade, this sword, also drew out more than ten meters long, and it was also a profound sword intent. Thousands of constantly changing trajectories are beating, and Wang Huan's sword is also perfect.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the two sword qi were wiped out at the same time, the two of them each took a few steps back, and two rows of shallow footprints were stepped on the ground, and the defensive formation of the fighting platform quickly lit up.

actually took it, Wang Huan actually took Han Ye Yu's sword, this is the first time in the entire history of the black arena that someone can catch Han Ye Yu's sword without being defeated.