Yan Zhen is not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not claim to have the strength to challenge the core disciples, and when he couldn't do it, he leaned down and rolled out of the attack range of the heavy sword.

Although this move made him embarrassed, it also saved his life, only to see that the heavy sword was inserted into his waist and went down, with a loud bang, it slammed on the ground, and the splashed gravel flew towards his body like a hidden weapon.

At this moment, Yan Zhen's old power has been lost, and the new power has not been born, even if he has great powers, he can't escape, so he can only stay in place and wait for death.

At this moment, a pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Dangdangdang" was repeated several times, and the sharp gravel was blocked one by one.

It was the four brothers of the empty family who made the shot, and the face that lost his nose was full of a yin smile: "Han Chuang, you have inevitably passed, have you forgotten the door rules?"

"Door rules, you still mention door rules to me?" Han Chuang pointed at Kongda, and the angry hideous crawled all over his cheeks.

"You actually talked to me about the rules of the door, is Lin Ping a disciple of the Qingzhu Sect?"

Kong Da sneered: "I know what you want to say, it can't be that the same door is not allowed to kill each other, but don't forget, he Lin Ping also killed someone!"

"It's just a fool who doesn't know whether to live or die!" Han Chuang roared, his eyes full of angry flames, "If he dies, he will die, if he lives, I will kill him too!"

Kongda frowned, and said, "Han Chuang, are you going to give up now?" A glance was handed over, and the other three brothers drew their long swords at the same time, faintly surrounding Han Chuang in the center.

Han Chuang sneered and shouted, "Kongda, I heard what I said just now, and you also have a part in the ambush of Lin Ping," he paused, with a crazy expression on his face: "You guys will die together." ”

Picking up the long sword, he drew an arc in mid-air, and this time, it seemed that even the ground shook with it.

Kongda's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Don't take it hard, hide quickly!"

Without his call, his three brothers immediately diverged in different directions. Killers are always the most sensitive group of people, and they can clearly feel the incredible strength that is entrenched on the thick sword body.

The sword momentum was like Mount Tai sweeping over, Kong Da only felt a stuffiness in his chest, and was suddenly thrown out, but fortunately, he also left, adjusted his posture in the air, a somersault, fell to the ground, and retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, which only then released the strength of his body, and his heart was shocked:

"How could he have this kind of strength, one sword, just one sword makes me feel unmatched, has he been promoted to the condensation stage?"

Although Kong Da only had the cultivation of the late stage of Huayuan, with the technique of assassination, he had also escaped from the hands of the master of the Condensation Period, and in his sense, even if Han Chuang's sword was not as good as that master, it was not far behind.

In fact, Kong Da also thinks highly of Han Chuang, although Han Chuang is powerful, but his real strength is only in the late stage of Huayuan, which is probably the same as him, and he can produce such power with one sword, most of the credit is still in this heavy sword.

This Xuantie heavy sword is made by the sword-casting master Helian Qingshi with a whole piece of Xuantie, and the sword body is integrated; there is also the comprehension of the stone ape blood sacrifice sword, after the tempering of the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder, it is already worthy of the title of a divine weapon; don't look at it is only one person high, half a person wide, but the actual weight is more than three hundred catties.

With Han Chuang's tough body, it took a few days to get used to it, and when Kong Da and the others first encountered this kind of weapon, they were naturally taken by its momentum.

But it was said that Han Chuang shook everyone away with a sword, and immediately jumped up, grabbed the side of Kong Er, and swept it away with a sword, it was still a simple sweep, but it had both speed and strength, how could Kong Er, who had just woken up, react, just subconsciously put the long sword across his chest.

With a bang, the ink-colored long sword was immediately shattered into pieces, and the heavy sword was still unspent, and it hit Kong Er's chest hard.

This sword, Han Chuang used all his strength, and the sword body of three hundred catties was strengthened, and the strength was more than a thousand catties, as soon as the sword went down, Kong Er immediately flew out upside down, and fell heavily to the ground, and saw that his chest collapsed, obviously he couldn't survive.

"Sora-two!"

When Kong Da happened to see this scene, he couldn't help but tears in his eyes, and the long sword pointed at Han Chuang for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence, just kept muttering: "You are so ruthless!

Han Chuang smiled fiercely and said, "When you kill Lin Ping, remember how you wrote it!" As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, and the luck snake instantly grabbed the sword in front of Kong San's body, and concocted a sword in the same way.

Although Kong San had been prepared for a long time, he still underestimated the power of this sword, and the whole person was swept by the heavy sword, and the sword wind swirled, instantly grinding him into minced meat, sticky blood, and broken internal organs, turned into a rain of blood and flew away, staining the entire courtyard red.

The empty four on the side saw it, the tiger's eyes were round, and the angry green tendons snaked up from the neckline, covering the entire cheek.

"Han Chuang! I'll fight with you!"

Kong Si raised the ink-colored long sword, and stabbed at him, only to see a black shadow appear behind him.

Ghost, an alternative martial spirit, can erase all sounds when making a move, it is a martial soul born for assassination, but Kusi uses it to fight head-on, and from the moment he made this decision, the result was already doomed.

Han Chuang was not moved by the brotherhood between them, and he pierced his right arm with a fierce sword, and the raised sword wind wrenched Kong Si's long sword and crashed into his chest.

How could the human body fight against the divine weapon, Kongsi's body burst open in an instant, and blood rained down all over the ground.

At this moment, Han Chuang's white shirt had been dyed red by the rain of blood, his eyes were red, and his murderous aura was compelling, and the whole person looked like a demon from hell.

In just a few breaths, three of the four brothers of the empty family were killed by him, and it will be incredible to say such a record.

But the killing has not stopped, Han Chuang is so strong that in front of the frightened Kongda, the heavy sword stabbed, pointing directly at his chest, this sword is like a face, like a sword, like a palm, and the drop is unbelievable.

Kong Da used all the things he had learned in his life, and he couldn't escape from the shroud of this sword wind.

A scream, a rain of blood, a hideous and terrifying smile.

Killing, Han Chuang rejects killing, but if someone threatens him, or his friends, he doesn't mind turning the sword in his hand into a murderous sword, turning himself into a murderous demon.

With a buzz, the heavy sword trembled, and the sword body pointed at Kong Da and Yan Zhen, these two people had already been frightened by Han Chuang's body, their bodies trembled and curled, and they knelt on the ground.

With a buzz, the heavy sword trembled, and the sword body pointed at Kong Da and Yan Zhen, these two people had already been frightened by Han Chuang's body, their bodies trembled and curled, and they knelt on the ground.

With a buzz, the heavy sword pointed at Yan Zhen, the dog under Yue Qianheng's hand, trembling, his body, which was originally quite majestic, curled up together, his eyes full of fear.

"No, you can't kill me! I'm Lu Bohan's apprentice, if you kill me, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Lu Bohan, is it?" Han Chuang smiled slightly, "Even if Lu Bohan is in person, he can't protect you!" Gao Qing heavy sword, about to slash down with a sword.

At this moment, I heard a shout from outside the hospital: "Be merciful!"

This voice is old and powerful, people are far away, but the voice seems to be in the ears, showing the profound skills of people.

Yan Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a savior had arrived, and shouted: "Master, master, come and save me!

The sound stopped abruptly.

When Han Chuang heard the word "master", he knew that the person who came was Lu Bohan, a master of the contemplation period, and knew that if he really grabbed the front of him, it would be impossible to kill Yan Zhen, so he turned his heart sideways, and the heavy sword slashed down like lightning.

The weight of thousands of catties was smashed, the sword wind swirled, and Yan Zhen's body was suddenly crushed and turned into a rain of blood.

Lu Bohan's voice came again: "Boy, you dare!" A fierce palm force hit Han Chuang's back.

This was an angry blow from a master in the concentrating period, and there was absolutely no possibility of leaving his hand; before the palm wind reached his body, Han Chuang felt a pain in his back like a pinprick in his back, knowing that this was the result of the palm technique reaching an extremely high level, and the palm wind turned into a force to drill into the hole.

So he didn't hesitate, turned around, and stabbed out with his sword, which turned out to be a lose-lose fight.

Lu Bohan saw that Han Chuang ignored his arrival and killed Yan Zhen, and he was angry in his heart, so he used his most proud Sumeru palm technique as soon as he made a move.

His martial soul is called thirty-three days, the legend is a projection of a wisp of clouds above the thirty-three days, with the Sumeru palm method, it can be said that there is softness in the rigidity, and the softness is with the rigidity; he is already a master in the contemplation period, and there is no need to deliberately release the martial soul, and the mind moves, the effect of the martial soul is immediately revealed, and the palms immediately turn into a golden color.

Lu Bohan is confident that with his own hand, even if he is picked up by a master of the concentrating period, he needs to avoid the edge for the time being, not to mention the kid in the late stage of the Huayuan Dynasty, if he can not die tragically on the spot, he is already a creation.

But he didn't want Han Chuang not to dodge or dodge, and met his flesh palm with that swarthy heavy sword.

"Do you have an advantage when you have a weapon?" When he reached this cultivation, the advantage of the weapon had been greatly reduced, unless it was a divine weapon parasitic with a weapon martial soul, no weapon could block his palm.

But Lu Bohan would never have thought that the swarthy heavy sword in Han Chuang's hand was really a divine weapon, although there was no weapon martial soul parasitic, but through the method of sacrificing the sword and the tempering of the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder, a sword soul was produced, and this sword soul was exactly one with Han Chuang's mind.

At this life-and-death juncture, Han Chuang's potential exploded, and he actually entered a state of unity between man and sword.

The sword palms intersected, the sound was like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, the two huge forces resisted, and there was a "zheng" sound, Han Chuang's heavy sword flew out of his hand and smashed heavily on the ground; Lu Bohan also took three steps back, his chest was dull, and his blood was shaken.

This time Han Chuang was defeated, he thought that the heavy sword he relied on had been taken off, but Lu Bohan only received a small injury, and he still had the strength to kill him, but he won again - no matter what, he took Lu Bohan's killing move, and even with the strength of the late Huayuan period, the master of the Condensation Period was injured, and this alone was enough to make him proud.

But Han Chuang's expression was still grim, because he knew that what he wanted was not pride, but life, Lu Bohan obviously had no intention of sparing his life, but was annoyed and angry because of his injury.

"Sumeru is boundless, and the heavens of the law town!"

The brilliance shone, and a giant palm pressed towards Han Chuang.