Regarding people's discussions, Han Chen and the others in the ring at this time didn't know, and even if they knew, they wouldn't pay attention to it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The breath was completely released, and the sword spirit and sword spirit were also displayed without reservation, and at this time, the minds of the two were extremely condensed, and the qi machine firmly locked each other.

Han Chen and Han Mad stood side by side, separated from Song Yidao by no more than a hundred feet, neither side moved, and they were waiting for the best time to make a move.

Whoa...

The turquoise water, the waves rolling, constantly impacting the ring, emitting a deafening roar, the water vapor is filled, and in the sun, it shows a different kind of brilliance.

The wind swept through, and the three of them hunted in rags and whirred.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, Song Yidao's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, he let out a low cry in his mouth, and with a step on his footsteps, the ancient knife in his hand slashed across the air, swinging a huge sword gang, slashing towards Han Chen.

"Fight!"

The moment Song Yidao shot, Han Chen and Han Mad also shot instantly, stepping forward, four swords slashed through the void, following the same trajectory, towards Song Yidao.

Clang!

The four swords collided with the ancient sword, and when they reached the time, sparks burst and their strength was agitated.

The terrifying giant force, like a rolling wave, one after another, as if there was no end, surging wildly, Song Yidao's arm was numb instantly, his face changed slightly, there was no hard shock, his feet were connected to the ground, and his body was like a flutter, and he exploded backwards.

"Inside and out!"

After retreating for hundreds of zhang, Song Yidao stopped, looked up, and saw Han Chen and Han Mad still standing side by side, and the steps under their feet were only one step, and in order to pursue, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

When I watched the game before. He hadn't noticed much yet, and it wasn't until he had just fought that he personally felt that the terrifying distance contained in Han Chen's sword was definitely not something that a Qi refining Jin Zun could have.

No wonder when Han Qiu, Han Chuan and Han Chen fought before. Every time he took a sword, he was knocked back, and after three swords, Han Qiu fell to the edge of the ring, and Han Chuan was directly knocked out of the ring and fell into the lake.

At this moment, Song Yidao finally understood how terrifying Han Chen was.

"This is just the first trick, don't be so surprised, go ahead!"

Han Chen smiled slightly. The two swords in his hands trembled slightly, and with a step on his feet, his body was like light smoke, and he approached Song Yidao.

At the same time, Han Mad also had a smile on his face, and from another direction, he approached Song Yidao.

Whew...

Two 50-meter sword forbidden areas unfolded, and thousands of sword lights crossed like meteors. Breaking through the sky, such a majesty. It was overwhelming, completely enveloping Song Yidao.

"Eight slashes!"

The dark golden light in Song Yidao's eyes was blazing, the edge and battle intent were soaring, and the ancient knife in his hand was exhausted, and the knife was groaning, rolling up the supreme sword. Like a waterfall hanging upside down in the sky, it strikes head-on.

Boom boom boom...

Song Yidao's strength is beyond doubt, even if Han Chen cultivates both inside and outside, he even releases it to incarnate Han Mania. His knife is still unparalleled, cutting through the sky and the earth, and there is nothing to stop.

The battle in the ring was extremely fierce, three figures, constantly colliding, and then constantly separating, sword light, dazzling eyeballs, at this time the sun was hanging high in the sky, but it seemed a little overshadowed.

The people around Daming Lake stared at the battle in the center of the lake one by one.

There are even many people who even breathe a lot lighter, as if they are afraid that their breathing will be too heavy, which will affect the two of them who are fighting fiercely.

"Heavenly Sword Falls to Yellow Spring!"

"The bloody knife stains the red robe!"

"The sword is buried in all directions!"

...

The dark golden ancient knife, swinging a loud knife groan, high-pitched and endless, as if excited, as if roaring, the terrifying knife style, under the swing of Song Yidao, released the power of sweeping all directions.

He is the demonic genius of the Northern Wilderness Sword Sect, his knife is unstoppable, nothing is unbreakable, this is his belief, and it is also the way he has comprehended.

Recite!!

The earth-shattering sword groan, resounding through the sky, in the face of Song Yidao's strength, Han Chen was not inferior by half a point, and even exceeded.

Kendo is the way he has comprehended.

His sword, domineering, looks down on everything.

His belief is that he is invincible at the same level, and he will not let himself be defeated if he fights beyond the ranks.

No matter who it is, as long as it is an opponent, then there will only be one result.

I win, I lose.

Boom boom boom...

The fierce fight never stopped, and in the ring, the two of them did not have the slightest reservation, and many people who watched it were shocked, which was terrible.

Momentum, combat skills, martial arts moves, and combat awareness, both of them have already surpassed ordinary people, and they can be called the top of the best, which is simply unbelievable.

Boom, boom, boom...

Eighty moves, the three thousand zhang, the ring that was condensed and cast by Han Chen with the true intent of the thick earth, finally began to collapse, and in the roaring loud noise, thick cracks continued to emerge, like half of a spider's web.

The lake water rushed wildly, and the ring turned into large and small boulders, and sank into the lake in huge waves.

The ring is getting smaller, and in this constantly narrow ring, the battle ring of the two people has begun to collide more crazily.

"Frozen!"

The pitch-black eyes turned pure white, Han Chen's whole temperament changed suddenly, and with a low cry in his mouth, Senbai's cold air gushed out, drowning Song Yidao, and in an instant, turned into an ice sculpture.

"Knives!"

It's just that before Han Chen could make a move, a peerless sharp sword qi exploded, the ice sculpture shattered, and Song Yidao burst out of it.

Although Han Chen's cold ice spirit body is strong, Song Yidao's innate sword body is as famous as the Tongming sword body, and it is not weak at all, the terrifying sword qi that comes from the depths of his body is not afraid of anything, and Han Chen can't freeze it.

The ancient sword abyss tore through the void, and the momentum was magnificent, roaring towards Han Chen.

"It's good to come!"

With pure white eyes, Han Chen's indifferent and dead face showed a rare smile, and the long sword swung to meet it.

"Hahaha, a hundred moves have passed, you are going to break your promise!" Song Yidao laughed loudly.

"What about a hundred moves, today, I will defeat you!" Han Chen replied without showing weakness.

"That's not necessarily, take me a knife!"

Song Yidao's eyes shone brightly, the blood in his body was boiling, and his momentum was even higher to the peak, the offensive was fierce and domineering, and the unprecedented crazy battle intent rushed out, and the knife momentum rolled wildly, slashing and slashing.

Boom boom...

Without much nonsense, the two fought together again.

"It's... These two people are so strong!"

"Monsters, these two are monsters!"

"Song Yidao's strength is strong, it is understandable why this Han Chen's strength is also so strong, you know, his age is much younger than Song Yidao!"

“...”

The people around Daming Lake were already shocked by the battle between the two at this time and didn't know what to say.

Compared with this time, the previous battle between Han Chen, Han Qiu, and Han Chuan was simply a warm-up battle, no, it wasn't even a warm-up, it couldn't be compared at all. (To be continued.) )