Han Chuang broke through Lin Jiangxue's phoenix tail Yaoqin, but his face did not see joy, but became more and more solemn; his gaze stayed on the fiery red soft sword for a long time, and only after a while did he say:

"Finally, when the time came for the soldiers to meet, I was unwilling, I had to do it, my heart hurt. ”

When Lin Jiangxue heard Han Chuang's words, her heart naturally ached, and she said faintly: "I didn't want to be bloodless, but your strength is so strong that it is really unexpected, I, I have to use my sword." The sword body shook, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Han Chuang's chest.

Han Chuang keenly caught a wisp of struggle in Lin Jiangxue's eyes, and thought about the intricate relationship between them, and couldn't help but say, "Lin Jiangxue, you can make the first move." ”

Swordsmanship is the most taboo, and Lin Jiangxue is obviously struggling in her heart, Han Chuang's words woke her up and told her to cut off her thoughts with a smart sword.

Lin Jiangxue's eyes lit up, she held a sword in her hand, and said, "Han Chuang, Han Chuang, forgive me for being rude, I made the first move." Before he could finish speaking, he stabbed the soft sword like a long sword.

The so-called "gun is afraid of round, whip is afraid of straight" Lin Jiangxue's soft sword also has some flavor of whip method, this sword stabbed out, flat and urgent, the momentum is closed in the blade of the sword, condensed but not haired, and the strength of the great perfection of the body is vividly displayed.

Han Chuang didn't dare to be careless, shook his shoulders, took a serpentine step, took five or six steps back, put on a fist posture, and said, "Lin family Lin Jiangxue, please!"

The right hand gathered his fingers into a palm, pushed out with one palm, shook the blade of the sword, and went up with a fit, trying to fight Lin Jiangxue in close quarters.

Han Chuang was right, if he wanted to fight against the blade with the palm of one hand, hand-to-hand combat was tantamount to the best way, but he underestimated the weirdness of the soft sword:

The blade of the sword that was shaken open by his palm swept back its cheeks like a spirit snake swinging its tail.

Han Chuang exclaimed: "The soft sword swordsmanship is really mysterious. "Don't panic, the body is like a spirit snake, and then retreats, and the blade of the sword slashes through the tip of the nose, bringing a hint of coolness to the bones.

However, in a breath of time, the two exchanged a move, during which the offense and defense were mutually exchanged, and the hidden turbulence was turbulent, and it was difficult to discover the mystery if it was not for a person with excellent eyesight.

Lin Donghua grabbed his thighs with both hands, and while he was nervous, he asked, "Elder Zhao, do you see which of the two can win." ”

Zhao Hanxiao kept his eyes on the ring, and said slowly: "Lin Jiangxue hasn't used the martial soul of Qingluan Fire Phoenix yet, I want to see what the mystery of this legendary fire martial soul supreme is." ”

As soon as the words fell, behind Lin Jiangxue, the phantom of Qingluan Fire Phoenix appeared.

"Han Chuang, you have to be careful!"

Lin Jiangxue shouted, the sword light together, but did not stab at Han Chuang head-on, but walked around his body; behind him, the Qingluan Fire Phoenix fluttered its wings, dancing messily; in an instant, the sword light was ethereal, and the fire was soaring into the sky, as if countless people were holding fire swords and attacking Han Chuang.

This sword move is incredibly fast, and everyone who is watching can not please Lin Jiangxue's figure.

Han Chuang's heart froze, and he said secretly: "Her move is to fuse the Qingfeng Pavilion's Breeze Willow Body Technique with the Sword Technique, people are fast and swords are fast, you have to find a way to control her speed." ”

Suddenly, Han Chuang thought of the method of fighting fast with speed in martial arts novels, and said secretly: "I'm not as good as you in speed, so let you slow down with me." ”

Han Chuang made up his mind in his heart, and suddenly said, "It's good to come!" His feet were firmly rooted, his hands drooped slightly, and his eyes followed Lin Jiangxue's sword edge.

Urging the martial soul, the ability to penetrate into the subtleties made Han Chuang proudly in the fire shadow sword light, and found Lin Jiangxue's sword trajectory: straight out, round and falling, the sword body drew a wonderful and dangerous arc in the air, attacking Han Chuang's chest.

Seeing this scene, Han Fu'er in the audience couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Chuang's flash flash!"

Han Chuang smiled slightly, urging the power of his palm, and in an instant, he floated backwards with two palms, right in the middle of the sword spine, and incredibly shook the sword edge open.

"Sink the sand against the current!"

Han Chuang shouted loudly, and took out another palm, slowly, but like stagnant water sinking into sand, sealing the space where Lin Jiangxue was dodging left and right.

This "countercurrent sinking sand" is a martial art of the Han family, pay attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, and fighting fast with slowness, Han Chuang found this strange palm technique in the Han family's martial arts pavilion when preparing for the annual meeting, and now it is used to restrain Lin Jiangxue's body method.

Lin Jiangxue was in the palm wind, only feeling that her breathing was stagnant and her body was not smooth, as if she was in a whirlpool.

Seeing that there was a palm to be imprinted on her body, in a hurry, she urged the breeze to blow the willow body, her body moved with the wind, her waist swayed lightly, and she fell backwards like a hanging willow, Han Chuang's palm not only did not hurt her body, but seemed to cooperate with her to jump out of the palm circle.

Han Chuang couldn't help but say "wonderful", the first to come after sinking into the sand against the current, although it is clumsy to fight slowly and quickly, but Lin Jiangxue's body is extremely ingenious, if he pursues at this moment, he will definitely attract Lin Jiangxue's stormy counterattack.

It was because he missed the blow, immediately stabilized his figure, and said: "If it is really a breeze blowing willows, graceful and abnormal, it seems that it is not a simple matter to end this competition." ”

Lin Jiangxue smiled and said: "Each other, your palm is powerful, with slow and fast, I have to change, I am not as good as you in this point - but there is one thing you said wrong." ”

Han Chuang raised his eyebrows and said, "Which point?"

Lin Jiangxue said with a smile: "If I want to end the competition, it is actually a very simple matter, now let you see the true power of the Martial Soul Qingluan Fire Phoenix." His eyes lit up, and there seemed to be two flames burning in his eyes.

Qingluan Fire Phoenix, the legendary combination of the natural martial soul and the beast martial spirit, can drive the true fire and increase its own speed, but the most dangerous thing is its tail feather.

Seven tail feathers, seven colors, can emit seven true fire, corresponding to the seven emotions of human joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and hatred.

Although this ability is powerful, if it is cracked by others, it will hurt one's own spiritual sense.

Lin Jiangxue didn't want to use this trick to deal with Han Chuang, but Han Chuang's strength was really beyond her expectations, whether it was the ** of the phoenix tail Yaoqin, or the fusion of the breeze blowing willow body technique and the star sword technique, it couldn't help him.

She sighed faintly and said, "I didn't expect that in the end, I would still use this trick." Before the words fell, they floated out with the wind, and the colorful light behind him was magnificent.

"What is this?"

Han Chuang's brows furrowed, his subtle ability could not penetrate the seven-colored true fire, he didn't know the effect of this true fire, but his intuition told him: This thing is very powerful.

"Is this your last trick, Lin Jiangxue, it really surprised me. ”

After Han Chuang finished speaking, his body jumped back violently, using the "snake-like instantaneous" technique, and said while dodging: "If it's just like this, you're dodging." ”

Lin Jiangxue then looked back, looking at Han Chuang with pity and reluctance in her eyes, but was soon interrupted by her own sneer: "That's not necessarily!"

Suddenly, seven kinds of brilliance flew out from behind Lin Jiangxue, turning into seven long whips, attacking Han Chuang's body from seven unexpected angles, actually blocking all the angles from which he was dodging.

When Cui Meiniang saw this scene, she couldn't help nodding frequently, and muttered to herself: "Qingluan Fire Phoenix is really powerful, but her talent is even more surprising to me, and it is not in vain that I have taken great pains to snatch this apprentice." ”

With a turn of his gaze, he looked at Han Chuang, and when he saw his gaze like a great enemy, he couldn't help but snort coldly: "Lin Jiangxue controls the colorful true fire with the body of the breeze blowing the willows, and the formation is impenetrable, if you want to escape, there is no way but to take it hard, but is this divine light so easy to accept?"

She already decided in her heart that Lin Jiangxue's victory was expected.

The facts were as she expected, Han Chuang's face turned pale in the field, and he said in his heart: "There is an interception in front, and there are chasing soldiers in the back, not in front and not in the back, it seems that there is only one way to take it." "Standing in the middle of the field, taking root, and clapping with two palms.

The god was scattered when he met his palm, and Han Chuang just wanted to make a joke, but he saw that the true fire that was shaken by him hit the air again, flying diagonally and falling straight down, all aimed at his body.

Only then did Han Chuang realize that these true fires flying all over the sky were all in arcs, and they were connected to each other, and if they broke up, the others would be replenished, endlessly, like a formation.

He was taken aback and thought to himself, "This thing is weird, but it doesn't contain too strong true qi, and I don't know what it is." In an instant, the true flames were connected to each other in mid-air, weaving a colorful net and enveloping it.

On the opposite side of the ring, Lin Jiangxue stood proudly in the air, with a cold expression and all kinds of complex handprints. Although the colorful true fire is powerful, it is a huge burden on the user's mind, Lin Jiangxue is a peerless genius, and he has only the strength to replenish the Great Perfection, and he has not been exposed to concentrating on the soul refining soul, and in just a few breaths, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Everything was worth it. Lin Jiangxue thought to herself, as long as she could defeat Han Chuang, she would be able to understand her long-cherished wish and follow Cui Meiniang back to Qingfeng Pavilion wholeheartedly, and everything in the family would have nothing to do with her.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, but under the temptation of breaking the family cage, she had to harden her heart, and her hands were violently closed in the void, and the big net suddenly contracted, wanting to trap Han Chuang to death in the formation.

As long as the true fire shines on Han Chuang's body, it will trigger the most primitive emotions of human beings, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and hatred, no one can escape from it.

"I'm sorry, Han Chuang!" Lin Jiangxue bit her teeth lightly and made the last handprint, and at this moment, in the colorful net, suddenly purple light was great, and the seven kinds of brilliance that were originally brilliant were actually pressed by this inexplicable purple light.

On Yue Helou, Cui Meiniang got up in shock and pointed to the center of the ring incredulously: "That's, that'...... No, it can't be ......."

Even with what she had seen and heard, she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her: Han Chuang stood in the center of the ring like Taiyue, and a deep, terrifying purple vortex loomed behind him.

Martial soul, everyone present knows - that is the martial soul, the martial soul of the Han family and Han Chuang.