Purple lightning thunder, a kind of electric natural martial soul that causes headaches for all enemies, can make the martial arts of the warrior, with the effect of electric paralysis, this effect is almost irresistible, unless you do not contact him.

It can be seen that even if there is no means of sneak attack, it is not a difficult thing for Huang Han to kill Lin Ping.

Even when facing Han Chuang, he thought that he had won, and all Han Chuang needed to do was to give him a head-on blow.

"Very good, Purple Lightning Thunder, it turned out to be this kind of thing. Han Chuang said with a smile.

The sword was in his hand, and there was no distraction in his heart, even in the narrow space, the wind and waves were rolling, he was still standing still, his eyes were firmly locked on Huang Han's hands - when the martial spirit appeared, the palm naturally carried a layer of purple arc.

The powerful purple lightning thunder, combined with Yang Zhigang's Songyang Divine Palm, even if Han Chuang had full confidence in his swordsmanship, he didn't dare to be careless.

The two of you look at me, I look at you, holding each other, a cold wind blew, and the raised hair covered Han Chuang's eyes, and at this moment, Huang Han suddenly moved.

"Songyang Divine Palm!"

He wasn't ready to keep his hand, and as soon as he came up, he used his most proud kung fu, trying to kill Han Chuang in his palm with one blow.

The palms were one after the other, and the purple arc behind him became manic, making a chilling "zizi" sound, just like the killing machine hidden in the cloud waves.

The silver palms moved sideways like mountains, pressing heavily, and the power of the Great Perfection of the body was unabashedly revealed.

Han Chuang had already seen that Huang Han's skills were extraordinary, but he didn't expect that in his true qi, with the domineering aura unique to thunder and lightning, he pushed the true qi that was already in the Great Perfection of Replenishment to a higher level, and the palm wind came to his face, and his body seemed to be affected by the arc, and his breath was stagnant.

"It's good to come!"

He let out a loud shout, and the long sword unfolded, stabbing into Huang Han's palm as fast as lightning, and a sword light rushed up against the wind and thunder, like a flat boat facing the waves.

Breaking the face with a point, defeating the strong with the weak, what a swordsman is best at; long before he made a plan to lure the enemy, Han Chuang had a good way to crack the Songyang Divine Palm.

For this kind of Yang and Rigid palm technique, if you can't dodge it, there is only one way to face the difficulties, just like there is often a windless zone in the center of a storm, and the flaws in the Songyang Divine Palm are also in the palm of the hand.

Huang Han saw that Han Chuang was trying to fight him hard, he was overjoyed, and said secretly: "If you use the kind of body technique you just now to dodge, you can still support it for a while, but if you fight with me, it will be a dead end." ”

He was confident that his palm skills and martial soul could defeat Han Chuang in one fell swoop, and in the face of the long sword that stabbed mediocrely, not only did he not dodge, but instead went up to the sword, but the next scene made him extremely stunned.

The palm wind couldn't stop the advance of the sword body at all, only heard a shout, an extremely sharp sound, like the sound of a ball being suddenly punctured, the wooden sword broke through the layers of barrier between the palm wind and the arc, and hit Huang Han's palm.

"Ahh

Huang Han screamed, as if he had been hit by a motor, and took two steps back, his face was red, and his expression was hideous.

Han Chuang's body flickered, and with the power of a shock, he floated backwards, falling gracefully, and the scribe's shirt was not stained with a little dust.

He sneered and said, "The Songyang Divine Palm of the Luoxia Sect is nothing more than that. ”

With a "flutter", Huang Han spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining his shirt red.

The Songyang Divine Palm is the martial art of the Luoxia Sect to the Gang to the Yang, and with the Purple Electric Crazy Thunder Martial Soul, it can definitely be called a compelling momentum, but between the lightning and the fire, Han Chuang found the biggest flaw in this palm technique, the strongest point is also the weakest, and the palm Lao Gong Acupoint is its flaw.

This sword stabbed out, Huang Han didn't care, in order to make up for the flaws in the Songyang Divine Palm, he had already tempered his palm with a secret method, and refined the palm like steel and iron, and ordinary swords must not be injured, but he didn't want to meet the sword made of deep-sea iron and wood today, which was sharper than ordinary swords.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted: "Han Chuang, I didn't expect you to be a swordsman, it seems that you still have a lot of retention at the annual meeting, don't think that if you break my Songyang Divine Palm, you can do everything without worry, I want to see what you are capable of!"

Without waiting for Han Chuang to answer, his right hand squeezed violently, and a purple ball of electricity appeared in the palm of his hand, making an unsettling sound, "Look at how you pick up my rain of flowers." With one hand, he threw the arc into a ball.

Han Chuang's eyes were quick, and with a flash to the side, the electric ball grazed his scalp, hit the trunk of the tree behind him, and suddenly cracked, bursting out countless arcs of electricity, and instantly turned into a power grid.

Seeing this situation, Han Chuang hurriedly cast a serpentine instantaneous step, flashed to the side, and with the ability to penetrate, the trajectory of the arc could not escape his eyes, only to see him struggling left and right in the power grid, his body was dashing, and his steps were natural, like a dance.

"It's a nice name, but it doesn't help me. Han Chuang walked leisurely around the power grid while making mocking remarks.

Huang Han said angrily: "Okay, let you see this!" His palms clasped together, and a handprint quickly formed.

Han Chuang didn't know what he was going to do, but he just heard the words in his mouth: "The wind rises suddenly, the clouds roll purple lightning, and the thunder rushes!" A bowl of thick lightning burst out from the palm of his hand and stabbed towards Han Chuang.

If the Songyang Divine Palm is Huang Han's regular martial art, then this Ben Thunder Hand, which perfectly fits his martial soul, is his kung fu at the bottom of the box. Lightning is one of the most domineering natural phenomena in the world, and the Thunder Runner uses the true qi of the Songyang Divine Palm to operate, relying on the effect of his purple lightning mad thunder martial soul to send out a bolt of lightning.

Although the power was huge, he didn't hurt the enemy, he hurt himself first, after sending out this lightning, Huang Han's face turned white, and his breathing became even more rapid, but his face had a smile like victory, but soon, the smile was replaced by a kind of horror.

Lightning is composed of arcs as thin as a cow's hair, and it must not be swept away with the palm wind sword qi, Han Chuang sneered, and the devouring martial soul suddenly appeared behind him, and before the arc touched his body, he was swallowed away by the whirlpool.

"You, how did you do it!" Huang Han was shocked.

"How, do you think I'll tell you?" Han Chuang said with a smile.

Perhaps the Thunder Runner was indeed difficult for other martial artists to handle, but for Han Chuang, who possessed the Devouring Martial Soul, this lightning bolt was like a tonic.

Of course, it can't be said that Devouring Martial Soul is already invincible, if Huang Han's strength is stronger, Han Chuang won't dare to crush him so blatantly.

The martial arts were broken, the martial soul was defeated, Huang Han was afraid, and when he saw Han Chuang's dangerous four swords coming down, he knew that if he didn't take this move, it would be impossible to escape.

With a flip of his wrist, he used the posture of Songyang's divine palm, and his left palm slashed down to block Han Chuang's wooden sword, where would Han Chuang let him get his wish, the wooden sword retreated backwards, and three sword flowers bloomed.

"I'll show you how much I'm hiding!"

Han Chuang and the mysterious man learned the basic principles of using swords, and these principles can only be understood in practice.

Chopping, chopping, intercepting, teasing, picking, hooking, piercing, wiping, sweeping, pointing, collapsing, hanging, cloud, he will practice the familiar basic moves at will, free swinging, sometimes like a huge wave, the momentum is pressing, sometimes like a dragonfly dotting water, the waves are not alarmed, strange tricks, endless, forcing Huang Han to cope with it.

The more the two fought, the more they fought, the faster they fought, Huang Han's head was steaming like smoke, missing the Songyang Divine Palm, and the thunder hand was broken again, he could only use the palm to stand and meet the enemy with pure true qi. But he was not good at moves, but he felt that every time he made a palm, Han Chuang's sword could point to his flaw, and the fight was extremely awkward.

On the other hand, Han Chuang's swordsmanship is a "broken" word, according to the mysterious man, if he wants to comprehend the sword intent of the word "broken", he must first practice a fast sword, learn to find the other party's flaws in the storm, and break it in one fell swoop.

With the integration of swordsmanship, Han Chuang gradually gained the upper hand, seeing that Huang Han was about to lose support, he suddenly shouted, his right palm circled, as if the left was against the right, and at the same time, the left palm turned into a fist and attacked Han Chuang's chest.

One palm and one punch used different martial arts, and Han Chuang couldn't help but secretly say "Okay" when he saw it, thinking: "Isn't this the left-right fight that Jin Daxia said?"

As everyone knows, this distraction is already Huang Han's kung fu at the bottom of the box, and it is impossible for him to continue to perform it, but this trick alone has also caused a lot of trouble to Han Chuang.

The front and back are blocked by the palm wind, and the only thing above is where Huang Han's palm wind can't scruple about it.

Han Chuang used a serpentine instantaneous step, his body twisted, and he flew to a height of one zhang, just past the top of Huang Han's head, and then his body fell sharply, and with a volley blow, he stabbed at the top of Huang Han's head.

Seeing this, Huang Han flipped his palms and shook the blade of the sword with his palms, but the true qi of the body protection was cut off a lot, Han Chuang took advantage of the power of his shock and twisted down in mid-air, and stabbed him in the throat with a backhand sword.

What it feels like to pierce someone's throat, Han Chuang has never tried it before, but after this moment, he will tell you: when the long sword pierces the enemy's throat, there will be an inexplicable feeling of stagnation, and then as if something has been pierced, all thoughts have turned into nothingness, only remembering the blood-

The dark red blood hung down the veins of the wooden sword, dragging a long line of blood on the ground. Han Chuang looked at Huang Han, who was angry and his eyes were open, with a look of surprise on his face, and sighed silently.

"Rest in peace. ”

With a "whoosh" he pulled out the wooden sword, Huang Han's corpse fell to the ground in response, and the powerhouse of the inner gate of the Luoxia Sect could never have imagined that he would die in this small place in Yunzhou.

It has been true since ancient times that people kill murderers.

A purple arc of electricity floated up from the corpse, it was Huang Han's martial soul, purple lightning thunder, the vortex behind Han Chuang rotated violently, the arc slid towards the dark abyss, slow and unstoppable, Han Chuang closed his eyes slightly, his true qi ran all over his body, waiting for the completion of the devouring.

It wasn't until the last trace of arc of electricity dissipated into the air that Han Chuang slowly opened his eyes.

"It's a pity that I didn't get the effect of the martial soul. He muttered in a low voice, if there was anything he couldn't understand the most about devouring the martial soul, it was this, obviously he completely devoured the opponent's martial soul, but he didn't get the desired effect.

"Do you have to have a top-grade martial soul like the Heavenly Eye Martial Soul?" Han Chuang shook his head with a smile, and the whirlpool behind him suddenly disappeared.

In the early hours of the morning, there was no rain in the sky, but there were dark clouds, so there was no starlight, no moonlight, only a little light in the house reflected the faces of the two men.

A Taoist priest and a layman, Zhao Hanxiao and Han Dongshan, the two sat on a wine table, and there was freshly warmed wine on the table.

The wine is strong, bitter in the mouth, and even more bitter when swallowed.

Zhao Hanxiao looked up at the sky and said, "Mr. Han, I didn't expect me to sit at a wine table with you and drink. ”

Han Dongshan smiled slightly and replied, "I didn't expect Elder Zhao to take out such a good wine to entertain me. ”

Zhao Hanxiao shook his head, glanced at the swaying wine surface, and said with a sigh: "This wine is bitter in the mouth, and it is even more bitter when swallowed, so it is called bitter wine, it is rare that you are willing to come and drink it, I will naturally give it." ”

Han Dongshan laughed out loud, his eyes revealed two sharp mangs, and two moon grooves appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"The wine is made by you, and the bitter wine you make is bitter when you drink it yourself, but this wine is sweet in my throat, sweet as honey. ”

Zhao Hanxiao's eyes flickered, his purple lightning-like eyes swept over Han Dongshan's face, he took a long breath and said, "I don't know where you got this kind of confidence from that you will treat bitter wine as sweet wine. ”

Han Dongshan stretched out his tongue, pointed to the tip of his tongue, and said, "Our tongues are different, wine is bitter when it gets on your tongue, and when it gets on mine, it becomes sweet." ”

You look at me, I look at you, you don't speak for a long time, the room is as quiet as this moonless night.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door, light and respectful.

Han Dongshan opened his mouth and said, "Your disciple is here. ”

Zhao Hanxiao said: "It's my disciple, it seems that the sweet wine in your heart is about to turn into bitter wine." ”

Han Dongshan looked at the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window, smiled, and said, "That's not necessarily - I'll go first." ”

"Please," Zhao Hanxiao said with a smile.

Han Dongshan got up to leave, and when he opened the door, he staggered past a gray-robed man at the door, and he clearly felt that the body hidden under the thin gray robe was trembling.

"Bitter wine is bitter wine, and sweet wine is sweet wine. Han Dongshan thought to himself and left without any nostalgia.

The gray-robed man walked into the house, and Zhao Hanxiao's face immediately became gloomy.

"What's the matter?" he said, his eyes fixed on the face of the visitor, a young face, immature, delicate, and trembling.

"It's Senior Brother Huang. The gray-robed man said, his voice trembling.

Zhao Hanxiao's face turned pale, and he said, "What's wrong with Huang Han?" Thinking of Han Dongshan's departing back, an ominous premonition came to his heart.

Soon, the gray-robed man gave him the answer,

"Senior Brother Huang is dead. ”