The monks of Zhongzhou do have their own uniqueness.

Although You Tang and the tall monk were in mid-air, Chu He and the three of them could still clearly see the battle situation. It was also at this time that Chu He realized that although You Tang was defeated in his own hands, it was indeed not a crime of war.

This young man, who seemed to him to be a little naïve in his heart, had already divided into three spirits!

One sword out, three sword shadows, each sword forced the opponent to swing the sword to defend, and the scene was once occupied by You Tang took the initiative. His opponent is only divided into two spirits, and the quality of the sword itself is far inferior to You Tang, just a moment's work, and there is a risk of defeat.

However, this is only the appearance. In Chu He's eyes, although the tall monk looked nervous, he was actually at ease, and his demeanor was not panicked. He was suppressed by You Tang in all aspects, but he had a huge advantage, which made Chu He frown.

The sword intent is strong......

The first feeling that this tall man gave Chu He was that his sword intent was very powerful.

You Tang's sword seems to be domineering, but it actually falls on the opponent, and most of the strength has already been removed, this is the wonderful use of sword intent. Although this man's sword intent was not as good as Chu He's, the ingenuity of the application made Chu He marvel.

"The monk of Zhongzhou, the study of sword intent is actually so deep?"

Chu He sighed with emotion, but shook his head with a secret smile. After all, he is only a halfway monk and cultivates the sword intent, if Zhongzhou has a sword cultivation inheritance, it is naturally far from being comparable to himself.

Chu He thought so, and the three people in front of him saw that his eyes were in the air, their expressions were a little solemn, and they couldn't help but sneer in unison. The fat man spoke again: "Don't look at it, how can that kid be Gao Xuan's opponent...... You'd better take care of yourselves first!"

"Really?" Chu Yanlan's cold voice picked up the conversation, and his body had already stepped forward and stood in front of the fat man.

The fat man's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to speak, but the person next to him who had spoken before pinched his shoulder, signaling him to be careful. It seems that although these people have a very arrogant attitude, they are not completely ignorant of Chu He and others.

However, the fat man smiled proudly, just nodded slightly at the person next to him, and went to fight with Chu Yanlan on the other side.

Chu He and Li Moran glanced at each other, and took the lead in pointing to the person who had not spoken.

Seeing his movements, the person who spoke earlier and signaled the fat man's caution couldn't help but show a little contempt: "Senior Brother Zhang Ting, you can play with His Royal Highness Venerable." Be careful, don't get killed. ”

This person sounded disparaging to the enemy, but Zhang Ting nodded seriously: "I'll be careful, Senior Brother Ning." ”

Senior Brother Ning nodded slightly, and glanced at Chu He again, with a bit of a joke in his eyes. Do you think that my junior brother Zhang is a soft persimmon if he doesn't speak? It's really ridiculous!

Chu He naturally didn't understand his complicated thoughts, he just simply discovered that the gaze of the daughter of the emperor that day had been falling on Zhang Ting in front of him.

If there is an accident in this court, maybe you will be able to see the demeanor of the daughter of the Emperor, right?

Zhang Ting is a very delicate-looking young man, if it weren't for an obvious protrusion in his throat, he wouldn't have doubted it if someone told him that this was a woman. Zhang Ting was a little different from the other three, he was neither as aggressive as Senior Brother Ning, nor as rude as the fat man, but a little polite.

At this time, Zhang Ting was standing in front of Chu He, bowed solemnly, and then said, "Please give your respect." ”

Well, it's more old-fashioned than polite.

"Don't dare to do it, do it. Chu He just shook his head and let Zhang Ting strike first. He wanted to see if the monks in Zhongzhou had a special study of sword intent as he thought.

Zhang Ting always kept a straight face, but at this time, he suddenly drew his sword, took a step forward, and came to Chu He in an instant.

Chu He's eyes lit up. He could see that this move was similar to Ye Chen's Tianyi sword technique, both of which used sword intent to urge sword moves to achieve the purpose of crossing space, and the power was extraordinary.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, a sword is like a thunderbolt, Zhongzhou's swordsmanship is really extraordinary.

The heavy sword pressed on his head, and Chu He almost couldn't help but use the Xuan Snake Sword Intent, but in order to lead the other party to continue to make moves, he still pressed the idea of breaking the enemy with a single blow, and took a few steps back to whirl around with the other party.

Although Zhang Ting's sword momentum was very sudden, Chu He was a sword character after all, and he would not be affected by his sword momentum at all, and there would be no hindrance in his movements.

However, Zhang Ting saw that the other party retreated lightly, and the blow he was determined to win was in vain, and his always stiff face finally changed a little.

Zhang Ting's sword path is the same as Ye Chen's, but he doesn't have as many changes as Tianyi's sword technique. When Chu He faced Ye Chen, he swung his sword to defend while retreating, but now it is much easier.

Every time the other party took a step, Chu He took a step back, and the mad sword was always in his hand, but he never waved it, and the high tip of the sword seemed to be laughing at Zhang Ting's incompetence.

Clay figurines have three points of fire, and anyone who encounters such a "trick" will probably be unable to help but turn their faces, and Zhang Ting is naturally no exception.

"Humph!"

However, Zhang Ting couldn't say anything cruel, he could only snort coldly, and the sword in his hand was a little more powerful.

In fact, Zhang Ting's strength is not weak at all. Although I have never fought against him with a sword, and I don't know his spiritual itinerary for soldiers, I don't think it is lower than the second or third spirit. It was only when he met a freak like Chu He who was proficient in body techniques and was not affected by the pressure of the sword at all, that he was never able to fight the winner.

Of course, the so-called long-term defense will be lost, and when the difference in strength is not too big, Chu He can't keep hiding like this.

After delaying for half an hour, Chu He finally made a mistake and was caught by Zhang Ting, and slashed in front of him with a sword.

Before the sword arrived, the sword intent and sword spirit had already fully exploded, and three layers of sword shadows appeared in front of Chu He in an instant, and this court turned out to be the same as You Tang, in the stage of the differentiation of the three spirits.

In fact, Zhang Ting should have waited for Chu He to have to raise his sword to resist, and then burst out this power, so that he could play the greatest role. It's just that he is angry in his heart, but he can't wait for that moment.

However, Zhang Ting didn't expect that this Venerable Venerable, who was as slippery as a loach, would avoid it again.

I saw Chu He's crazy sword raised slightly, and the tip of the sword was a little on Zhang Ting's sword, and before the two sides officially started the competition, his body had already drifted away.

The corners of Zhang Ting's mouth twitched slightly, and he was about to pursue with all his might, but he suddenly felt a crisis coming, but a dark blue flame suddenly rose from the sword's body, climbed up at an extremely fast speed, and came to him in an instant.

"Get out!"

Zhang Ting concentrated the power of the sword spirit on the sword, and swung the long sword vigorously, trying to shake off the blue flame, but it didn't have the slightest effect, and the cold flame was still like a maggot on the tarsal bone, successfully climbing up his arm.