Yue Qianheng was stunned, his hands and feet were cold.

Not only him, but everyone present, from the inner disciples, to the core disciples, and even the elders on the rostrum, were stunned.

They immediately realized that what stood in front of Han Chuang was a dragon at the peak of the Transformation Yuan.

O dragon!

Ling Luofeng couldn't help but sigh and read, "Jiao, the dragon belongs also." The pond fish, full of 3,600, Jiao comes to be long, can lead the fish to fly in the water, that is, Jiao go. ”

He suddenly closed his mouth.

Yue Chonglou's eyes were gloomy as water, although his people didn't move, his heart was beating, beating wildly.

Everyone knows that at this moment he wants to jump into the ring to prevent this competition from continuing, but the words he says are like water spilled out, it is difficult to collect the water, and the words are difficult to collect, and he has to swallow the bitter fruit he has caused.

In fact, it was not only everyone in the audience who was surprised, even Han Chuang was a little surprised when he saw Xiaobai appear.

"Xiaobai, how did you break through the peak of Huayuan?" he was a little depressed, knowing that he had not broken through the peak of Huayuan, but had just come to the edge of the peak.

Xiaobai's answer was concise and direct: "I don't know, I guess I sleep in your sleeve every day." ”

Go to bed?

Han Chuang almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

He condensed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi by devouring the martial soul, and from time to time there were masters who let him absorb the True Qi, so he couldn't catch up with Xiao Bai's cultivation speed.

Could it be that there is also a saying that there are talents among demon beasts?" Han Chuang thought.

A roar interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back into the joust.

At this moment, the red eyes of the Howling Moon Sky Wolf dimmed, and the original galloping momentum suddenly stagnated, and it became submissive, spitting out its scarlet tongue in a cute manner, and its huge body squatted on the ground, like a dog being lectured.

――What is the difference between a wolf and a dog when the fierce light is not there?

Yue Qianheng's face changed, and he yelled at the Xiaoyue Heavenly Wolf: "Xiaoyue, what are you doing? Attack quickly, attack this person in front of you!"

The Howling Moon Wolf didn't move, didn't even look at him, just stood quietly in place, like a schoolboy listening to the teachings.

Xiao Bai said in Han Chuang's heart: "Master, if you see it, I'm still a little useful." ”

Han Chuang nodded helplessly, he had to admit that even if Xiaobai was greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and wanting to be strong was weak, but at certain times, it could still play an irreplaceable role.

For example, at this moment, if it weren't for Xiao Bai, although he could also beat the combination of Xiaoyue Heavenly Wolf and Yue Qianheng, it would inevitably take some effort, and now, he didn't have any worries about this at all.

Yue Qianheng has lost his hole cards, and the warrior who has lost his hole cards is as weak as the coquettish woman in the Qinglou hook bar.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Those who have attained the Dao have much help, and those who have lost the Dao have little help, Yue Qianheng, I'm afraid you didn't expect that even your own contract demon beast can't help you." ”

Yue Qianheng stared at the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf angrily, then looked at Han Chuang and said viciously: "Han Chuang, don't be complacent, do you think that without the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf, I won't be able to kill you?"

In his opinion, Han Chuang was ready to use the sword, and using the sword meant using all his strength, and using all his strength meant death.

As soon as he thought of this, his impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

A Huayuan peak martial artist with a yellow-level upper-level martial soul golden-winged flying eagle is not so easy to deal with, and Yue Qianheng has absolute confidence in himself.

A sword - he can take it.

And with just one sword with all his strength, Han Chuang will die!

The wind whistled by, raising the hair on his forehead, blocking Yue Qianheng's eyes, but he stared at the opponent holding the heavy sword on the opposite side without blinking.

Strong, dignified, and solid, this opponent gave him unprecedented pressure, thinking back to five years ago, when he challenged the previous core disciple, he didn't feel such pressure, this pressure was like a mountain, and he couldn't breathe.

His man was almost crushed by the pressure, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, his eyes were crazy and bloodthirsty, and an invisible whirlwind was created around him, like the strongest armor, guarding his body.

His figure began to blur.

And at this moment, Han Chuang, who was holding a heavy sword, closed his eyes.

"Have you started?"

A faint smile appeared on Mei Shuangxue's face.

She usually doesn't laugh, but when she is ridiculous, she gives people a thrilling feeling, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the country is overwhelmed.

At least Gu Tongtian felt that if he was the king of a certain country, he would definitely do his best to win the smile of the beauty, and now Mei Shuangxue smiled, but this smile was by no means because of him, although it was also pleasing to the eye, but in Gu Tongtian's heart, there was an indescribable sourness hidden, looking at Han Chuang's gaze, he couldn't help but bring a kind of naked jealousy.

"You'd better be killed by Yue Qianheng!" Gu Tongtian thought.

The wind is endless, enveloping the ring, from the center to the four corners, the wind seems to be everywhere, but the discerning person can see that there is a place that it can never erode the space.

Han Chuang is like a mountain, a mountain that has stood still for thousands of years, unchanged for eternity, suppressing the wind with his body.

Let it be stormy, I stand still, what kind of strength and state of mind is this?

- And he was only in the late stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and he didn't even show his martial spirit.

How did he do it?

Ling Luofeng stared at Liu Hengbo suspiciously, and the answer he got was just a wry smile.

No one knows how he did it.

The two demon beasts had already retreated, completely handing over the center of the ring to Han Chuang and Yue Qianheng, and the two of them were holding each other, like a violent wind, like a mountain rock.

Although the wind is wild, it can't move the mountains and rocks for half a minute.

Yan Qingfei suddenly sighed: "The victory and defeat have been divided, and we are going to welcome new members." The new members he said naturally couldn't be core disciples, even if Liu Qingfu and Ah Chou defeated their respective opponents, he didn't think they were new members.

The meaning of this new member is naturally a warrior who stands on the same level as him.

So far, among the younger generation of the Qingzhu Sect, there are only one and a half such people, Mei Shuangxue is one, Gu Tongtian can only be counted as half, and now there is one more Han Chuang.

There was no sadness or joy in Han Chuang's eyes, and with the sword in his hand, suppressing this violent wind was like the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, a buzzing sword roar broke the silence, and the air around Han Chuang began to boil, making a joyful sound, which became a "buzzing" sound.

Han Chuang suddenly moved--he stabbed straight with his sword, from stillness to movement, it was just a moment, but no one thought that the change between movement and stillness would be so beautiful.

A frightened look flashed in Yue Chonglou's eyes, and his lips, which were originally tightly locked, were turning slightly, and there were words in his mouth.

If anyone listens carefully, they will hear him repeating the word "impossible" over and over again.

But is it really impossible?

Eyes can deceive people, noses can deceive people, feelings can also deceive people, the only thing that will not deceive people is the facts, the facts are in front of them, and no one can question them.

Han Chuang's speed was obviously not fast, but in the eyes of everyone, this unhappy sword turned into a black lightning bolt and hit the whirlwind that Yue Qianheng had turned into.

There is no complex move duel, let alone one after another offensive and defensive battles, only the simplest and most direct artistic conception of the battle.

It is also the most dangerous kind of battle, the winner lives, the loser dies, and there is no third result.

There was a loud bang, and under the sky, above the ring, two extremely powerful forces collided together, stirring up a vast cloud of dust.

The wind stopped, the lightning stopped, and the dust fell.

The silhouettes of Yue Qianheng and Han Chuang were revealed.

Two people, standing on opposite sides of the ring, looked at each other from a distance.

You can see two completely different expressions in their eyes, one indifferent and the other frightened.

It was Han Chuang who was indifferent, and Yue Qianheng was frightened.

"No, it's impossible, why didn't you die, why did you still persevere, this kind of strength must be your limit. Yue Qianheng was babbling nonsense.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Do you think I'm poisoned?"

Poison?

Everyone hears this sensitive word.

What is that?

Everyone knew what poison meant, but no one knew what Han Chuang meant, except for Yue Chonglou, who had the same horror in his eyes at this moment as his son.

His pupils constricted, and his body trembled, because a sharp gaze was falling on him.

Ling Luofeng said coldly: "Chonglou, what do you mean?"

Yue Chonglou didn't answer, but Yue Qianheng gave everyone an answer.

"No! I obviously let the chef poison you, and the chef also saw you eat the food with melting, why didn't you die!"

As soon as these words came out, not only the inner disciples boiled, but even the core disciples began to whisper.

Poisoning - despicable means, not to mention poisoning one's own fellow disciples, even if Yue Qianheng is a core disciple, it is unforgivable, and it is foreseeable that even if he survives in the end, he will definitely not be integrated into the Qingzhu Sect.

Ling Luofeng's eyes were even more fierce, and these sharp eyes were like two knives, which were fiercely inserted into Yue Chonglou's heart.

"Don't tell me you don't know. Sen's cold voice overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

Yue Chonglou was speechless, what could he explain? The matter was instructed by him, as long as the cook was taken down for interrogation, everything would be clear.

looked at Liu Hengbo's murderous eyes beside him, and he couldn't wait to insert the long sword in his hand into his chest.

Yue Chonglou was terrified, because of himself, from today onwards, the glory of the Standing Elder would be far away, even if Ling Luofeng would not disclose what he had done because of the influence issue, it was impossible to keep the position of the Elder.

He hates, he resents.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists with both hands. If it weren't for the presence of all the elders of the Qingzhu Sect, he would have been eager to rush to the stage and tear the person who had destroyed him to pieces.

Han Chuang was not poisoned, I don't know what means he used to dissolve the toxin, in short, he was not poisoned at the moment, but he pretended to be poisoned and couldn't be released with all his strength, just to lure Yue Qianheng to fight with him to the death.

His plan also succeeded.

The corners of Yue Qianheng's mouth suddenly overflowed with blood, at first it was an insignificant blood line, and later, it was like a waterfall, constantly flowing out, and careful people could still see that the blood was mixed with small fragments of internal organs.

Han Chuang's sword had already shattered his internal organs, and he could still stand at this moment, completely relying on the cultivation of the peak of the Transformation Yuan and a crazy will.

But Han Chuang was not poisoned, his plan failed, and that crazy will was vented, and his people fell heavily in the ring.

"Qianheng!" Yue Chonglou couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up from his seat and jumped into the ring, even if Yue Qianheng was not a thousand, but after all, it was his own son, and no father could bear the pain of his son dying in front of him.

How sad it is for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man.

Yue Chonglou hugged Yue Qianheng's lifeless body and cried bitterly.

Han Chuang looked at him coldly like this, without any expression, not even half a word of mourning, because he knew that Yue Chonglou didn't need it.

Yue Chonglou raised his head suddenly, two cold gazes shot out of his eyes, and his old face had almost lost the characteristics of a human body, distorted and resentful, filling his entire face.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Everyone didn't expect that Yue Chonglou would make a move in the face of the world's disapproval, and he used all his strength as soon as he made a move.

How terrifying is a martial artist in the contemplation stage with all his strength?

Martial soul sun and moon bright wheel, palm yin and yang Kaitai, the sun is yang, the moon is yin, the sun and the moon are yin and yang, no one thinks that Han Chuang can survive under this palm, and even Nie Qingqing has been irrepressibly exclaiming.

But Han Chuang was laughing.

The smile was sarcastic and cold.

Just when people thought he had gone crazy, Ling Luofeng made a move.

One finger.

A finger pointed out a sword aura.

A sword qi pierced Yue Chonglou's body, and his entire body was like a deflated ball, and he suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ring.

"You!" he stared at Ling Luofeng with resentful eyes.

"Enough, Chonglou, Qianheng is to blame. Ling Luofeng said coldly.

The dust has settled.