Receiving Qin Han's punch, Jian Sanqian's eyes were indifferent, his posture was immovable, and he stood in the center of the battle platform like this, like a young god.

His gaze was cold, and his voice was flat:

"Liu Hanyan? Ben Shengzi naturally remembers! But it was a dead man. ”

Qin Han's voice was cold, "Don't you feel guilty?" ”

There was a divine brilliance in the eyes of Jian Sanqian, and the sword light around him was uncertain: "The cultivation is difficult, life and death are up to people, not heaven, in that situation, one person will always die, why should that person be my sword three thousand?" Survival is the first need of all living beings, and under such circumstances, this holy son does not feel that there is anything wrong with pushing her. ”

Qin Han shook his head, "It is indeed the first need of living beings to live, but this is not the reason why you use the lives of your fellow disciples to attract demon beasts and thus keep yourself alive, you don't have this qualification!" ”

There was a cold light in the eyes of the three thousand eyes of the sword with long hair scattered, and the voice was proud:

"Sword Immortal, the reason why this Holy Son is willing to tell you so much is because of your good talent, you are an ant in the Body Forging Realm, and you are not qualified to judge this Holy Son!"

"Sword Immortal, this Holy Son will give you one last chance! Follow the Son, or die! ”

The Holy Son's eyes were full of arrogance, and he thought that Qin Han was not qualified to compete with him at all.

"Just you? Do you deserve it too? Qin Han smiled lightly, and then his expression suddenly became serious, and the qi of the whole person instantly rushed to the peak!

Bang!

The "Bright Moon Sutra" roared in his body, and the mysterious golden runes wrapped around his body, and he didn't hesitate to throw a punch blatantly.

"Boom, boom!"

The golden fist power poured away like a golden river, the violent air currents roared, and the impregnable battle platform made of bronze exploded, and the fist was so fierce that it made people's hearts beat.

"Look for death!" The sword three thousand eyes were angry, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and the next second he appeared in front of Qin Han, and his right hand clenched into a fist and smashed directly into Qin Han's head. The fist was strong, making a sharp and piercing sound. The sword aura appeared between the fists, as if it was about to cut everything!

Jian Sanqian actually directly avoided his golden fist power and chose to attack in close quarters.

The other party's speed was extremely fast, but Qin Han did not panic. His figure quickly moved sideways, dodging the punch that Jian Sanqian smashed into his head, and then his legs kicked the ground like springs, killing Jian Sanqian in the back like a phantom, and his right fist blasted towards Jian Sanqian like a cannonball.

The sword that missed with one punch was three thousand, and he felt the killing intent in his back, and quickly turned around to defend. His eyes were cold, and his arms were instantly crossed on his chest.

Because the speed of the sword immortal was too fast and the killing machine was too fierce, he didn't have time to shoot at all, so he could only defend passively.

Qin Han's eyes flashed with blazing battle intent, and his fist slammed into Jian Sanqian's arm.

The golden fist splashed in all directions, but it only made Jian Sanqian take half a step back.

Three thousand swords, worthy of being the holy son of the sect!

If another Body Forging Realm cultivator came at this moment, I am afraid that at this moment, he would be instantly impacted into a cloud of blood mist by his fist power! You must know that this is not one punch or two, but hundreds of punches in just one moment! And the power of each punch is more than 250,000 catties!

Just as Qin Han threw a frantic punch, anger ignited in the eyes of Jian Sanqian, who was beaten back half a step, and countless snow-white sword qi suddenly erupted around Jian Sanqian's body, and the whole person was like a sharp long sword!

"Open!" Hearing only a roar of anger, the three thousand eyes of the sword burst with cold electricity, and found a gap and threw a punch at Qin Han, and in an instant, a sharp snow-white sword burst out from above the fist, instantly forcing Qin Han, who was constantly attacking with punches, to retreat.

This snow-white sword was too sharp, and before the sword appeared, Qin Han felt a tingling pain coming from his fist! He can't take it hard, and he has to be on the defensive side.

"Sword Immortal, you have successfully provoked this Holy Son, die!" The Holy Son Sword, who took the initiative in the attack, had three thousand long hair fluttering.

With a raging anger in his eyes, the sword three thousand turned into a sword with his palm, and began to attack Qin Han, the sword was fierce, and he was indomitable!

The incomparably sharp sword qi drew a long trajectory and kept flying past Qin Han's side.

For a while, the battle situation became extremely anxious and dangerous.

The onlookers didn't dare to take a breath, but just stared at the rapid movement on the battle platform and pulled out one afterimage, and the two figures that were constantly separating and colliding together.

The golden fist is fierce and domineering, and the snow-white sword shows boundless sharpness.

Sword Immortal Qin Han's golden battle suit was bright and shining in the sun, and his body was shrouded in mysterious golden light, constantly blasting out vast and domineering fist power.

The three thousand long hair of the Holy Son Sword fluttered like a mad demon, and he could cut out sharp sword rays with a single move, and the whole person was like a humanoid fairy sword.

This pinnacle showdown has been expected by everyone for a long time, and it is far more exciting and shocking than imagined. Some people were shocked by the strength of the Holy Son, and some people were shocked by the indomitable sword immortal. But coincidentally, no one spoke up.

Around the entire square, there was no noise except for the sound of the two people fighting on the stage.

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, blood was spilled on the bronze platform.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "It's the Holy Son!" The Son is vomiting blood! ”

On the battle platform, the Holy Son, who had always been invincible, spurted out a mouthful of blood from time to time.

The right hand that was constantly bursting with sword qi, the sleeves of his clothes had already turned into powder, and there were constantly beads of blood oozing out of his arm.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, even the Holy Son couldn't withstand the impact of the Sword Immortal?

In the Forging Body Realm, the Sword Immortal was so strong!

But just when everyone was shocked, on the battle platform, Qin Han suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and then the whole person was instantly submerged by dozens of sword rays.

"Sword Immortal!"

Many people are in a hurry!

Sword Immortal, you're going to be defeated!

The three thousand swords of the Holy Son Sword are sharp and unparalleled, how can the physical body be able to resist it? Even if it is as strong as a sword immortal, it is impossible!

No matter how powerful the Sword Immortal is, it is only the Forging Body Realm!

Even if the Sword Immortal cultivated the Forging Body Realm to perfection in the true sense, it would be impossible!

"Hahahaha, good death!"

Others laughed out loud and were excited.

Sword Immortal, finally dying!

——

Outside Qingjiang City, a woman in white hurried out of the city.

The woman has a slender figure and a delicate face, and a white dress perfectly sets off her flawlessness. This woman in white is Bai Ling'er, who has been imprisoned for a whole day.

At this moment, Bai Ling'er's delicate face was full of anxious looks, and her smart eyes were full of mist.

Today is the day when Qin Han challenges a thousand consecutive victories, and now it is dusk, and it will be dark soon!

If nothing else, Qin Han's challenge should have started early in the morning.

"You must wait for me."

Bai Ling'er wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and the whole person quickly rushed towards the North Sword Gate.

Qingjiang City is at the foot of the mountain of Beijianmen, the distance is very close, usually Bai Ling'er feels the same, but today, this short distance of a few miles, she feels so far away.

The afterglow of the setting sun fades away, and twilight slowly descends on the earth.