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The two elders had spoken, and Fang Han and the others were relieved.

Hua Leer and Fang Chengcheng's two daughters are secretly paying attention to Chen Hui, the difference is that the former wants to know Chen Hui's strength, while Fang Qingcheng is worried.

In addition, Ouyang Xue finally defeated the opponent and ushered in a new opponent, Bai Yufei of the Heavenly Fist Sect.

Three sets of arenas!

The white mist was swirling, lingering, the fog was like a trickle of flowing water, Yuan Han himself was wrapped in the white mist, and his body could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, as if it was a ghost.

"Whoa!"

With a sound, I saw Yuan Han, who was like a haze giant, stepping out, like a mountain forward, although his appearance was powerful, but the degree was extremely fast, like lightning, the wind blew the white mist, and with a sharp pull of his hands, he saw a white airflow chain formed, crystal like jade, like a ghost chain, snatching people's lives.

"Chenhui, suffer death!"

Yuan Han was very proud, his eyebrows were cold, ruthless, and with a wave of his hands, the mist Bai Lian was waved out.

"Crackle!"

A thunderclap sounded in the space, and the fog was as white as day, shaking so much that people couldn't open their eyes, and from a distance, the arena seemed to be torn in half.

"Chen Hui, this move of mine is called Heavenly Mist Refinement, even the invincible ninth-order Heavenly Martial Master will be killed by me in one practice, and the strongest person will be injured if he gets more than a dozen hits, let me see how many hits you can take?" Yuan Han said in a calm tone, staring at Chen Hui with deep eyes.

"Flame Immortal!"

Immediately, a hot flame burned on Chenhui's body.

On this mist white practice, he sensed the threat, and it couldn't be better to defend with the flame immortal body.

"Buzz".

His body was tall, the flames were raging, and the colorless air flowed around him like a stream.

"Death Sword Intent!"

Zhongcheng's death origin was urged, and the eerie, cold, and ruthless aura of power surged out from Chenhui's body and rolled out like a tide.

Then, I saw Chen Hui holding the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky, condensing a little bright sword light.

"Whew"!

A black sword intent slashed into the air towards the mist that came from the whip.

The two major killing moves, one side is pitch black, the other side is white, as if they were two different worlds.

"Poof!"

Zhongcheng's death sword intent is really extraordinary, cutting off the mist Bai Lian, but this mist Bai Lian is very weird, divided into two, and it is as if he has come to life, avoiding the death sword intent and hitting Chen Hui.

Seeing this, Chen Hui's face sank.

This Yuan Han's control of the power of the fog attribute is obviously like an arm, and he has a unique talent, and he can't prevent it when he uses it.

This scene shocked everyone.

But fortunately, Chen Hui is also very human, and this means can't be difficult for him.

"Dead Space!"

The heavens and the earth roared, as if the earth had fallen and the sky had fallen, and the power of death had gathered, like dark clouds rolling from the east, condensed in the sky above Chenhui, and the ghostly aura was clear, like the hell of Yama, where dead creatures such as dead spirits, zombies, and skeletons appeared, and fiercely pounced on Yuan Han.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to sink and crush out, like a torrent of steel.

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, the mist Bai Lian was wiped out, and the death space was violently pressed towards Yuan Han.

The hideous, ghostly crying sound of the countless dead creatures made his will shake and his scalp tingle, as if he had really gone to hell.

"Huh!"

As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, so Yuan Han immediately retreated.

However, Chen Hui obviously wouldn't let him go so simply.

"Boom!"

Like thousands of troops galloping, the dead space was under Chen Hui's control, oppressing Yuan Han.

"Damn!" Yuan Han looked stunned when he saw this, he knew that the more he retreated, the stronger Chen Hui became, and he would fall behind, and he would be suppressed by Chen Hui in a while, so he immediately stopped, his body was like a mountain and he didn't move, his mouth was drinking, and his clothes were windless and automatic, light and natural.

"Buzz".

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the west, and soon rolled up a thousand piles of snow, and it was actually falling snowflakes.

Ice and snow power!

Chen Hui didn't expect that Yuan Han had not only cultivated the power of the mist attribute, but also the power of ice and snow, and he was taken aback in his heart.

Whether it's fog, ice or snow, it all appears in winter.

The two can be fused, if they cultivate together, they will have the ingenuity of ingenuity, not only will they not repel each other, but they will also wield stronger power, and it seems that Yuan Han's control of the power of ice and snow is also very skillful, and he is not under the power of the fog attribute.

At this time, Chen Hui also understood why Yuan Han's reputation was above the hatred of the East.

The more careless he became.

"Ice and snow are flying!"

"Ice and snow falling!"

"Snowing!"

Yuan Han remained silent, his face was like a cream, his body was as light as a swallow, like a dragon, punching out one after another, the fist was surging, the fist was overwhelming, the fist was weaving, and the will power of the fourth-order fist was vividly displayed.

All of a sudden, the snowflakes were scattered, the snow fell, and the entire arena became a world of ice and snow.

An infinite chill surged towards Chenhui from all directions, as if to overwhelm him.

It's cold and biting!

These four words are enough to describe Chen Hui's feeling at the moment, there are snowflakes on his body, his cheeks are white and white, as if he has been coated with a layer of white frost, and even a pair of sword eyebrows have turned snow-white.

Seeing this, Yuan Han was proud, swept the upper wind, approached Chen Hui, and wanted to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, he saw a smile on the corner of Chenhui's mouth.

Yuan Han chuckled in his heart.

"Bang".

I saw a raging flame burning on the surface of Chenhui's body, and flames more than three feet high burst out.

The origin of the flame, although it is only a small success, but to deal with this bit of cold, it is more than rubbing.

"Boom!"

Chen Hui pushed the dead space, like a mountain forward, and crushed it fiercely.

At the same time, the wind, thunder, death, and immortality in his body surged and urged.

"Wind Thunder Sword Intent!"

"Death Sword Intent!"

"Immortal Sword Intent!"

Between the breaths, there were three sword intents, and all the ice and snow power of that qiē dissipated, and under the sun, the ice and snow melted.

All of a sudden, the arena became warm.

Seeing this, everyone began to be afraid of Chenhui.

This fight is all instantaneous kung fu, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but those Xuanwu masters and the strongest can see it clearly, understand the mystery of this, and know that Yuan Han has faintly been restrained by Chen Hui.

Yuan Han obviously knows this.

However, he was not in a hurry, because he had follow-up means.

"Ice and Snow Space!"

From the beginning of his cultivation, he comprehended the power of ice and snow, he was very familiar with it, he controlled it, he was very skillful, his fists were sensational, like an evil dragon turning over a river, a dragon stirring, and an ice and snow space was formed.

"Boom".

As soon as the ice and snow space of ten zhang in size appeared, it slammed into the dead space, and a vibration sounded, like the collision of mountain peaks, which was deafening.

The ice and snow space trembled, but the dead space was as steady as a rock.

The power of the two attribute spaces, the judgment is made!

However, as if he had already expected it, Chen Hui immediately gathered his spiritual power and mobilized the origin of death.

"Sword of the Death Spirit!"

With a clang, a jet-black and bright spiritual sword stabbed at Yuan Han in the form of a spiritual attack.

"Mist Spirit Fist!"

However, Yuan Han is also a figure who has experienced a hundred battles, and as soon as Chen Hui used it, he had already expected it, and immediately gathered his spiritual power and attacked it.

"Bang!"

However, this time in the attack, Chen Hui had the upper hand.

The Sword of Death Spirit slammed into the Fist of the Mist Spirit.

I saw that Chen Hui did not move a bit, his face was calm, and he was as indifferent as water, but Yuan Han's face was pale, and he was about to flush.

"How is this possible, you are a fourth-order kendo will, I am a fourth-order fist will, how can I be injured?" Yuan Han's face changed, and his face was ugly.

"Hmph. Chen Hui snorted coldly.

Only he knows that he and Yuan Han are equal in terms of will, but in terms of physical strength, they are superior.

It seems to be a mental attack, but the dependence on the strength of the will and the strength of the constitution are indispensable.

Therefore, Yuan Han was defeated in physical strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that the younger generation, even if Ji Wuji and others compete with Chen Hui for spiritual strength, they will only lose, just because he is a fifth-order physique, and Ji Wuji and others are fourth-order physiques.

This is also destined to Chenhui's potential to be bigger and stronger than them.

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