The demon knife blood blade slashed at the net, like a bound bird, swaying frantically from side to side without being able to get out, Han Chuang silently carried the devouring martial spirit, attaching the suction force to the sword qi, making each sword qi have a traction.

This ubiquitous traction overshadowed the demon knife, and at the same time made Hasei Tohei change color, "What is this?"

He keenly felt the existence of that strange suction, but he didn't understand where it came from, it seemed to be born out of thin air.

Birds falling into the air, drowning fish.

The sword momentum was completely restrained by the net-like sword qi, and Nie Qingqing and Fu Liu in the audience were already smiling, while on the rostrum, Wei Zhenye's brows were becoming more and more frowning.

Who the hell is he, and what method did he use to restrain this demon sword?

Wei Zhenye found that instead of solving his doubts, he became more and more deeply involved, but Wei Hongqiong beside him was extremely calm, muttering: "How can you let this guy win?"

Although before that, he hoped that Han Chuang could defeat Hasei Tohei, but when the victory really came, there were some gains and losses in his heart.

When Wei Zhenye heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

Wei Hongqiong hurriedly said: "When did I hope?" At this point, he stopped abruptly and made an exclamation

——The situation in the field changed abruptly, and Hasei Tohei actually gave up the sword in his hand, moved forward quickly, and took out a dagger from his arms.

- Snow dagger.

Just by breath, it was a fine dagger made of gold and iron, and no one doubted the sharpness of this dagger, which could easily break through anyone's skin and flesh.

The rich blood qi condensed and above the dagger, breaking through the sword qi was like breaking through a layer of paper, and the dagger was handed to Han Chuang's chest, which was only half an inch away from his chest.

Half an inch is long? It may just be a blink of an eye, and it will pass.

Half an inch is equivalent to one-sixth of a throwing knife, but here, it has undoubtedly become the distance between life and death.

Nie Qingqing exclaimed, she watched the dagger stab Han Chuang's chest, and almost rushed to the stage, but was held by Fu Liu.

"What are you doing!" she looked back angrily, her eyes full of anger, staring at Fuliu viciously.

Fuliu was not angry, nor annoyed, smiled faintly, and said: "If you care, you can see clearly." ”

Nie Qingqing raised his eyes and saw that Han Chuang, who he originally thought had been stabbed, suddenly disappeared—yes, he suddenly disappeared—and the next moment, he appeared behind Hasei Dongping, and the soft sword silently slammed against his neck.

"This is?" asked Nie Qingqing suspiciously.

Fu Liu waved his hand and said with a smile: "This little guy's martial soul is strange, no one knows what he is capable of, don't look at me, I just feel that it is a phantom." ”

It turned out that Han Chuang had long felt that Hasei Dongping still had a dagger, and the real danger was on that dagger, so while coiling out the sword net, he turned into a doppelganger with the ability of the blood shadow clone, and teleported behind Hasei Tohei with a ghost shadow.

It's a complicated move, but it only takes a blink of an eye to do. In the blink of an eye, Tohei Hasei went from victory to defeat.

Feeling the coldness in his neck, he clenched his fists and looked unwilling.

"How did you do that?" he meant how Han Chuang quietly drew a phantom shadow, and how he suddenly appeared behind him.

This is also the doubt of everyone, including Wei Zhenye on the chairman.

But will Han Chuang reveal the answer? He will not expose his secret in front of others. "Everyone has their own secrets, doesn't they?" he said with a smile.

Hasei Tohei nodded and said, "Indeed." The expression was calm and indifferent, as if it was not him who lost.

Han Chuang smiled, put down the soft sword, and said, "Go back to Fusang, it's still too late." After speaking, he glanced at the excited audience in the audience.

Hasei Dongping looked at Han Chuang's eyes and saw the same thing, but he shook his head and said with a smile: "Do you think I will care about this?"

Han Chuang said: "You are not afraid of death, I can feel it." ”

Hasei said: "Since I am not afraid of death, I will not be afraid of them. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "But you should be afraid of me." ”

"Afraid of you?" Hasei shook his head with a smile, "Indeed, I'm not your opponent now, so I'm afraid of you, you're right, I should go back to Fuso, but not because of them, but because of you, and when I think I can beat you, I'll come back." ”

As soon as the words fell, his arms were raised, and he rushed to a high place like a goshawk, and his figure landed on the roof not far away, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the vast night.

Han Chuang shook his head, looked at the direction in which his back disappeared, and muttered, "I'm afraid you don't have a chance." ”

With the Devouring Martial Spirit as the foundation, his development is almost unlimited, and a person with unlimited development potential will not be caught up by his defeated subordinates, and never will.

The distance between him and Hasei will be farther and farther away, which he can see, see clearly, Haseki Tohei can also see, but he can't see clearly, can't see clearly at all.

The night was miserable, and the firelight and the moonlight seemed to merge into one, turning into a gentle, orange light, illuminating Han Chuang's ordinary face after disfigurement.

According to the rules formulated in advance, someone should come to the stage to challenge at this moment, but after Han Chuang defeated Haseki, no one came to power.

No one even spoke, and there was silence.

One minute

Two minutes

......

The moonlight rose from the eastern sky to the middle heaven, and still no one came on stage, and the huge martial arts arena was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Wei Zhenye knew that it was his turn to appear, he jumped into the ring, came to Han Chuang's side, first smiled at him, and then said loudly: "There are still people on stage to challenge this Wei Li Hero!"

There was silence.

Everyone in the audience, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to go on stage, not even one who dares to move.

Wei Zhenye's eyes wandered around, all he saw was frightened, cowardly, and frightened, he knew that no one would dare to challenge Han Chuang anymore - although the martial artists present were enthusiastic, but were they not fools, who didn't know how powerful Hasei Dongping was?

How powerful is Han Chuang, who defeated Haseki?

No one could have predicted it, because they didn't understand how Han Chuang won that battle, but it was precisely because they couldn't understand it that they didn't dare to come to power.

The unknown is the eternal fear of human beings.

Wei Zhenye was very satisfied with the current effect, he smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to announce: "If there is no one, then I will announce it now-"

"Wait!"

Wei Zhenye frowned slightly, he wanted to announce that Li Dazhu had directly won the last place, but he didn't want to be interrupted by a female voice.

If that alone wasn't enough to make him frown, what really made him unhappy was that the voice was not coming from the audience, but from the rostrum, and he himself was extremely familiar with it.

"Hong'er, what do you mean by waiting?" he turned his head and stared at Wei Hongqiong with an unkind face, it was his daughter who spoke just now.

The wind, whistling by, raised the messy hair on Wei Hongqiong's forehead, not only did not damage her demeanor, but added a different kind of charm to it.

But Wei Hongqiong's expression has nothing to do with charm, or even the opposite, whether it is the position of her facial features or the calmness of her leather face, it shows her seriousness at the moment.

Her expression was unbelievably serious.

"I'm going to challenge him!" Wei Hongqiong said.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the audience suddenly became active:

"Miss Hong'er did a good job, that's it. ”

"Miss Hong'er is mighty!"

......

Most of the warriors are a group of people who look at the excitement and dislike the big things, the silence just now is only because no one comes out, and they dare not come forward, at this moment they see someone coming forward, and the one who is still famous in Yunzhou is still a beauty, so they naturally make a noise.

Even some people thought that Wei Hongqiong also wanted to enter the Linglong Pagoda, but Wei Zhenye didn't let him, so he challenged Han Chuang in the ring.

This is a great wrong, Wei Zhenye has already given a place to his daughter, and even he tried his best to form this five-person team for his daughter.

But at this moment, Wei Hongqiong interrupted his plan.

He said with an unkind face: "Hong'er, don't mess around, you are not Brother Li's opponent." There was a bit of rebuke in his eyes, and even Han Chuang behind him smiled bitterly.

Wei Hongqiong looked at the reprimanding gaze as nothing, sneered, and said: "Daddy, I know that this team is chosen for me, and the task is to do my best to protect me, then I should have the right to decide the candidate of the team, is to ask a person who can't even win me, how can he protect me?"

After speaking, he looked at Han Chuang with a provocative gaze, "Li Dazhu, if you are a hero, you will fight with me and prove to everyone that you are qualified to protect me." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was another commotion in the audience:

"It turns out that the city lord of Wei is paving the way for his daughter, this- fortunately, I didn't go on, and I didn't go to be someone's bodyguard. ”

"If you're like you, you'll be beaten down when you come to power, and you won't even be qualified to be a bodyguard. ”

"Yes, I didn't expect City Lord Wei to use such a method, and I don't know who the last remaining place is, don't be the son of Yunzhou. ”

......

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, which did not make Wei Zhenye panic, the wind and rain he had seen were bigger and more violent, and it was a good way to ignore it.

It's just that Wei Hongqiong wants to challenge Li Dazhu, which is difficult for him.

He looked at Han Chuang with an embarrassed expression, Han Chuang smiled understandingly, raised his hand and said, "Then please, Miss Hong'er." ”

This action can be described as extremely chic, of course, provided that he shows his real face, and the action appears on an ordinary face, which is a bit nondescript.

Fuliu smiled and leaned back and said, "Look at his appearance, with a reluctant face. ”

Nie Qingqing snorted coldly and said, "I didn't see any reluctance, I saw that he was willing." ”

Han Fu'er just laughed and didn't make a sound, in her opinion, Nie Qingqing was like an overturned vinegar jar, and there was a sour taste between the lines.

In the field

Wei Hongqiong had already stood still, staring at Han Chuang with her eyes, and said, "Li Dazhu, let's do it!"

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "It's better for Miss to do it first." He made a gesture of please.

Wei Hongqiong frowned and said, "Li Dazhu, I don't want you to let me, do it!"

Han Chuang smiled: "I'm not letting you, but once I do it, you won't have a chance to do it." ”

"You!" Wei Hongqiong had never seen someone as arrogant as Han Chuang, "Is it so hard that he really thinks he can defeat me with one move?" Wei Hongqiong thought to herself, but said, "Then don't blame me for being rude." ”

With a wave of his hand, he pulled out two butterfly thorns from his waist - the butterfly thorns were somewhat like the Emei thorns that Han Chuang had seen in his previous life, about a foot long, thick in the middle, thin at the two ends, slightly flattened at the tip, diamond-shaped with point, and a ring in the middle, which was where the user held it.

The butterfly thorn is a close-fitting short weapon, as the so-called one inch short and one inch dangerous, the butterfly thorn is no exception, pay attention to a danger to win, between millimeters, life and death.

When Wei Hongqiong took out this weapon, Han Chuang smiled undeniably and said, "Butterfly thorn, it's a very good weapon, but if you can't practice at home, be careful of hurting others and hurting yourself." ”

Wei Hongqiong frowned slightly and said, "Don't worry about it." As soon as the words fell, the twin thorns turned a pattern in their hands, overlapping upwards, and the pointed tip in front pointed at Han Chuang's chest, and at the same time, the martial spirit appeared, and it was actually a colorful flower butterfly.

"Glass phoenix butterfly. Han Chuang called out the name of this martial spirit, and at the same time, Wei Hongqiong's body suddenly changed, and her posture swayed, like a butterfly wearing a flower, close to Han Chuang's body.

If the footwork is not flexible and the body is not fast, it will not be able to give full play to the advantage of the short weapon in close quarters.

This is also normal, you can't get close at all, so how can you play to your advantage.

On the contrary, the requirements for the body style of the long weapon are not harsh, and you only need to guard the door. Like a butterfly thorn, a short weapon in a short weapon, it needs to be matched with a very fast body, and one of the functions of the martial soul of the glass phoenix butterfly is to speed up the body.

This time, in the blink of an eye, Wei Hongqiong came to Han Chuang's side, and the butterfly stabbed out and stabbed Han Chuang in the chest.

This stab was fast and urgent, it could be said to be extremely fast, but at the moment when it was about to pierce into his body, Han Chuang suddenly laughed, laughing sarcastically and coldly.

"Little girl, this trick is useless to me. ”

I saw that he flicked his left hand, accurately brushed it on the butterfly thorn, his body rotated with the trend, and the soft sword in his right hand took the opportunity to throw out, turning an arc in the air, reaching Wei Hongqiong's snow-white neck.

Wei Hongqiong's face was pale, and she wanted to retreat, but no matter how she retreated, the tip of the sword followed her like a bone appendage.

Wei Hongqiong found out that Han Chuang was not only fast in the sword, but also extremely fast, and did not use the martial soul, which was comparable to her body after using the blessing of the martial soul, until in the end, Wei Hongqiong found that no matter how she escaped, she couldn't get rid of the shroud of the sword, and the horror in her heart almost came to the peak:

"How is it possible, how can there be such a powerful swordsmanship in this world. ”

At the same time, Wei Zhenye exclaimed in his heart, he originally wanted to see Han Chuang's mentorship clearly through the competition, but until now, all he saw was some ordinary swordsmanship, at most some Luoxia Sect's swordsmanship, but these ordinary swordsmanship were combined, and when they were issued with a soft sword, they had incredible power.

And now, he has discovered Han Chuang's body method so fast, he can't imagine that just talking about body method, even a master of the concentrating period may not be able to match him.

In the field, the sword is fast and the man is fast.

It was so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye, as if it was just a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a century later, two figures appeared at the same time - Han Chuang's soft sword was against Wei Hongqiong's snow-white neck, and his skin sank slightly, and it only took a little force to make this snow-white stain with traces of blood.

Killing a person is actually very simple, all it takes is a sword.

Han Chuang forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and said with a smile: "Miss Wei, do you admit defeat?"

Wei Hongqiong was already stunned and forgot to speak, and after a long while, she suddenly realized that she could speak: "I, I-"

She would love to say recognize, but how much courage does it take to throw in the towel to a man she hates?

She didn't know, she only knew that she was being pointed at her throat in front of everyone, coerced to admit defeat, which was something she had never experienced as a city lord.

Tears swirled in his eyes, almost falling.

Wei Zhenye couldn't help but speak, he stood up and said loudly: "The little girl is ignorant, and I ask Brother Li to show mercy." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly, put away the soft sword against Wei Hongqiong's neck, Wei Hongqiong's heart immediately gave birth to a kind of joy for the rest of her life, and the long-lasting tension entrenched in her heart finally dissipated, as if even the air had become a lot fresher.

She stroked her chest and gasped heavily, even if she knew that this was an extremely humiliating thing, she couldn't care so much, just the one that was pointed at by the tip of the sword just now, she could clearly feel the killing intent flashing in Han Chuang's eyes, it was a real killing intent, not something to be scary.

That's right, Han Chuang did think of killing the woman in front of him for a moment, just because he saw that the butterfly thorn in this woman's hand had no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates.

You have been unkind to me, so why should I be unkind to you?

This was Han Chuang's life creed, but the next moment, he hesitated, he thought that this was a ring in full view, not a wilderness.

His opponent is not the ferocious Fusang, but a little girl.

"What's wrong with me?" he said to himself.

Xiao Bai replied to him: "Maybe it is the blood qi of the Fusang Demon Sword just now, although you have devouring the martial soul to protect yourself, but the blood qi still has some influence, and it will take some time to dissolve these blood qi." ”

Han Chuang said in his heart that he didn't want to become a murderous maniac.

"Promise!" he said, arching his hand.

Wei Hongqiong then remembered that the opponent was the person she hated, so she stared at him viciously, walked back to the rostrum quickly, sat down directly, and didn't look at Han Chuang again.

Others thought she was angry, but only she and Han Chuang knew that she was scared, fear occupied three-quarters of her heart, and the remaining quarter was an unspeakable emotion, which frightened her even more than fear.

Wei Zhenye didn't know what Wei Hongqiong was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, he walked to Han Chuang's side and announced loudly to the audience: "The third place will be won by this Li Dazhu brother!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzied cheer.