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Iron Dragon Slash!

The strength of the Leng Po Army is extraordinary, Han Chen has no intention of tempting, and making a move is a killer move!

Leng Pojun's face was still indifferent, and he stepped out, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand slashed straight down, with a 'snort', as if the heavenly sword was cut down, and the air was split in an instant, drawing a huge vacuum sword mark seven or eight meters wide.

The oncoming Iron Dragon Slash did not resist at all, and was slashed by the sword light, and everything was split in half.

The sword qi roared, scattering in all directions.

Han Chen's eyes showed a trace of solemnity, the chief deserved to be the chief, even though in the previous battle, the Leng Po army was defeated by Xiao Longwang, but his sharpness did not decrease at all, and the offensive was even more fierce, it was like having no feelings, the previous game had no effect on him at all, and it was terrifying.

Han Chen didn't flinch, his mind moved, the chill around him suddenly appeared, the sword intent of the snow was released instantly, the sword intent lingered, and the sword qi that was agitating around him was suddenly forced away, making it difficult for him to do anything.

Immediately after, the pace under his feet changed, and the doppelganger avatar stepped forward, and the six afterimages instantly condensed, with the weapon in hand, and rushed over after Han Chen.

The strength of the six remnant clones is only in the realm of the nine-star sword king, and in the face of the Leng Po Army, they may not even be able to take a move, which is not enough to see at all.

Therefore, Han Chen didn't plan to rely on these six remnant clones to help him at all, in order to just burst out the strongest blow and create some trouble for Leng Pojun, so as to expose his flaws so that he could take the opportunity to make a move.

"Slay the dragon in all directions!"

"Eight Desolation Lion Seal!"

"Three Dragons Sword Qi!"

...

Han Chen practiced a lot of martial arts, and mastered a lot of powerful martial arts, at this time, the six remnant clones shot together, each performing martial arts, all of which were Han Chen's hole card methods.

Pause. Palm prints, sword qi, seal methods and many other martial arts were instantly unleashed, tearing through the sky, and heading towards the Leng Po Army with a terrifying momentum.

"Sword slashes the sky!"

Leng Pojun exuded an earth-shattering terrifying aura, and his footsteps stepped forward again, and the blood-colored long sword slashed, pulling out a blood-colored sword light.

The sword soared into the sky. If you want to cut off the heavens, there is no way to stop them.

The attack slashed out by the six remnant clones was like pieces of paper, cut through one by one, and collapsed in an instant.

Han Chen's pupils shrank, and even if he wanted to retreat the six remnant clones, it was already too late.

Sneer...

The thick blood-colored sword flashed, and the six remnant clones trembled fiercely. Then they all dissipated, and the twelve swords fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

With a wave of the Red Dragon Sword in Han Chen's left hand, the Thousand Han Sword slashed out, shattering the blood-colored sword.

The wind swept hard, blowing his clothes and hunting, and his black hair danced wildly.

"It's so strong!" Han Chen stood more than ten feet in front of Leng Pojun, and did not step forward. His eyes were full of solemnity.

Sure enough, even if Leng Po's army was defeated by King Xiao Long. still can't be underestimated, being able to sit in the position of the chief of the White Tiger Courtyard is definitely not easy to match.

With just two swords, he completely defused his attack, and it looked easy, and he didn't do his best.

This moment. Han Chen suddenly found that he seemed to be underestimating the other party.

"The strength of this Leng Po Army is definitely much stronger than Chen Longxiang!" Han Chen said again in his heart.

"Your strength is not weak, but if you want to use these little tricks, you want to defeat me. It's a bit of a fool's dream!" At this time, Leng Pojun's voice rang out.

Hearing the voice, Han Chen looked up, and saw Leng Pojun looking up, looking at him indifferently and exuding coldness, the blood-colored long sword was raised, pointed at Han Chen, and said lightly.

"I don't want to waste my time, show all your strength!"

Call!

Hearing this, Han Chen took a light breath and then spit it out.

Leng Pojun is not an ordinary student, but a top genius, a strong man who really came out of the sea of corpses and blood, ordinary tricks are really useless to him.

In that case, there is no way around it.

His eyes were slightly condensed, looking at Leng Pojun, who was full of energy and domineering, and didn't say any more nonsense.

The ink cold sword in his right hand shook, and in the sound of Qing Yue's sword, an astonishing chill erupted violently from his body like a volcano, and the chill spread wildly, completely enveloping within a radius of three hundred zhang, and snowflakes were sprinkled all over the sky.

Feeling the chill of completely enveloping himself in it at that moment, Leng Pojun's eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of surprise appeared in his heart.

Three hundred zhang, this is the coverage distance that the sword intent can reach the peak of Xiaocheng.

From this point of view, after fighting with Chen Longxiang before, Han Chen actually had something to hide.

"Xiao Cheng's peak realm snow sword intent is good, but this is not enough!" Leng Pojun said coldly in his heart.

The people watching the battle around the audience also frowned, although they couldn't feel the strength of this snow sword intent, they could see that Han Chen seemed to be planning to burst out with the peak sword intent and was ready to fight with all his might.

It's just that their thoughts are the same as Leng Pojun's, and if they want to defeat Leng Pojun, I'm afraid it's not enough!

The Snow Sword Intent was urged to the extreme, Xiao Cheng's peak was fully displayed, Han Chen seemed to have been affected by the Snow Sword Intent, his face was completely cold, and even a pair of black eyes turned into a faint white, as if there were snowflakes floating in them.

Recite!!

Just when people thought that Han Chen was about to make a move, they saw Han Chen's left hand shook, the crimson dragon trembled slightly, and let out a clear and melodious sword groan.

The sword chanted endlessly, and it became more and more prosperous, some came from the edge of the sword, and more of it, but it was...

Han Chen's body resounded.

"This, this is..."

"No..."

Many people's eyes suddenly widened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

On the stage, Han Chen still stood quietly, the cold wind blowing his clothes up, hunting sounds, black hair dancing wildly, snowflakes rolling wildly in the sky, like a cold winter wax moon.

And at this moment, a terrifying edge suddenly burst out from him, spreading out to all sides, instantly covering a distance of a hundred zhang.

In an instant, the faint snow-white of Han Chen's left eye quickly receded, turning into extremely sharp black eyes. Like a sharp sword, people dare not look directly.

Hiss...

In the surrounding spectator seats, there was a gasping sound.

People were shocked by the change in Han Chen's eyes, the right pupil was snow-white, but the left pupil was pitch black and profound.

One black and one white, it looks extremely bewitching.

But more than that, he was shocked by the extreme edge that emanated from Han Chen's body.

"Sharp sword intent. This kid has actually comprehended the sharp sword intent again!" Chen Longxiang's face was full of shock, and his eyes the size of a copper bell were full of shock.

Compared to him, the others are not much better, their eyes are dull, and they don't know what to say.

In addition to comprehending the sword intent of the snow, Han Chen also comprehended the artistic conception of the edge, which everyone knows, after all, the top 100 of the branch competition that day. The competition with Su Murong is clear to many people.

But how long has it been, this guy has actually comprehended the artistic conception of the edge more profoundly, made it break through, and achieved sword intent.

Counting on your fingers, it's only been a little over a month in total, and this guy is too scary, right?

"I'm sorry. Long waiting!"

On the stage, Han Chen's eyes fell on Leng Pojun. Faintly spoken.

Looking at the black and white eyes, Leng Pojun's heart sank, and a trace of solemnity couldn't help but appear in his eyes, the blood-colored long sword was horizontal in front of him, and his left hand was open, holding it on the tip of the sword. Indifferent, he put on a posture.

Rumble!

With a shock of energy, Han Chen's figure rushed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The doppelganger incarnation step is a body martial arts. The condensation of the remnant clone is its special feature, and its power is indeed strong. But in the same way, in terms of his speed, he should not be underestimated.

The speed of the four-grade body martial arts is not simple!

In just an instant, Leng Pojun's eyes shrank, the warning in his heart was already roaring, without a trace of hesitation, the blood-colored long sword in his hand was pulled, and it stabbed straight out towards a void in front of him.

Bite!

A crimson sword tip peeked out of the void and collided with the tip of the blood-colored longsword, sparks flying in all directions, making a crisp sound.

Han Chen's figure emerged from the void, the attack was blocked, he didn't hesitate for a moment, his body swung, and the Mo Han Sword slashed through a tricky trajectory, slashing straight towards his neck.

The speed of this sword was extremely fast, and the timing was extremely accurate, Leng Pojun's eyebrows jumped, and it was too late to avoid it, so he had to withdraw a block.

Clang!

The two swords collided, and a powerful shockwave centered on the two of them and swung in all directions.

At the same time, the two each took a few steps back.

Han Chen was unforgiving, how could he easily give up such a great opportunity, stomped on the ground fiercely under his feet, and forcibly stopped the retreat, and at the same time, his legs exerted force, rushed forward, and the Mo Han Sword in his right hand was raised high, slashing down.

"Humph!"

Leng Pojun's face is not good-looking, but if it were someone else, I am afraid he would not have a good face.

With a cold snort, he didn't retreat, and he also stopped retreating in an instant, and raised his sword to meet it.

With a weight of 800,000 catties, and with the help of Han Chen's powerful physical strength, the strength of the Mo Han Sword was unimaginably strong, Leng Pojun's arm was bent, and the blood-colored long sword that was blocked in the air was suddenly pressed down and fell on his shoulder.

"Drink..."

The sword eyebrows were upside down, Leng Pojun let out a low roar, Zhen Yuan was agitated, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand was raised, forcing Han Chen away.

Whew...

Leng Pojun, who seized the opportunity, swayed his sword light and headed towards Han Chen with a fierce offensive.

When the warriors fight, they compare their strength, but they fight with a breath.

As soon as they first fought, they were suppressed, and this qi could not be condensed, and it would disperse immediately, and it would not be so easy to turn over at that time.

Especially the opponent is still an existence like Han Chen.

Therefore, the Leng Po army would rather consume more, but also quickly counterattack and seize the momentum of the retreat.

It's just that how could Han Chen let him get his wish.

Mo Han and Red Dragon swords swielded, blocking Leng Pojun's amazing offensive moves, and at the same time looking for opportunities to make a move.

The release of the Snow Sword Intent and the Sharp Sword Intent not only made Han Chen's speed faster, and his body and sword style were more unpredictable, but also made his strength increase a lot, which was unimaginable.

After a hundred moves passed in an instant, Leng Pojun's face became even more gloomy.

Under his offensive, Han Chen not only did not have the slightest decline, but became stronger and stronger, and he had firmly gained the upper hand.

How willing this made him.

"Kill!!"

Unable to suppress it any longer, Leng Pojun's eyes exploded, and a roar that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time came out of his throat.

With a 'boom', a terrifying aura erupted from Leng Pojun's body, and swept away frantically in all directions.

Han Chen bore the brunt of the attack, and his face suddenly changed.

Eight-star Sword Emperor, early realm!

Terrible!

It's so unexpected!

The cultivation realm of this Leng Po Army has actually reached the realm of the eight-star Sword Emperor. Although it's only the early stage, it's a real eight-star sword emperor!

But this was not the end, after bursting out of all his cultivation, streams of blood-colored air emerged from his body, lingering all around.

The rich smell of blood was swept by the strong wind and scattered in all directions.

Recite!!

And in this thick blood-colored airflow, a clear and loud sword groan resounded from it.

Sword Intent!

At this time, Leng Pojun finally couldn't bear it anymore and released the sword intent he had comprehended.

Leng Pojun's sword intent, the enveloping range is also three hundred zhang in radius, obviously the same as Han Chen, it is also the peak realm of Xiaocheng.

Feeling the sword intent emanating from Leng Pojun's body, Han Chen only felt that an extremely strong killing ** poured out from the bottom of his heart, like a fountain, and he couldn't even suppress it.

"Kill, this is the Killing Sword Intent!"

Han Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked.

That's right, the sword intent that Leng Pojun comprehended was the killing sword intent that was known for its ferocity. It was his years of training, countless killings outside, and the accumulated background and understanding that slowly came to his senses.

As for the blood-colored air flow that lingered around his body, it was the evil qi that he had accumulated after many years of killing, and it was usually hidden deep in his body, and only when he used his sword intent would he release it.

Under the killing sword intent, everything will be a lamb to be slaughtered.

All this is slow to say, but it is really only half a breath.

The killing sword intent was released, and Leng Pojun was obviously extremely angry, and without giving Han Chen a chance, he slashed down with his sword.

Clang!

Han Chen raised his sword to parry, but his knees were weak, and he almost knelt down on one knee.

"It's so strong, it's at least five or six times stronger than before!" gritted his teeth, and the red dragon sword in his left hand was raised, and he finally flew out.

Standing up, Han Chen was not polite, the doppelganger avatar step and the phantom step unfolded, and he followed closely with his twin swords and attacked it.

The killing sword intent originally existed for killing, and it was terrifyingly powerful.

In particular, the cold broken army has a strong evil aura, which makes it even more powerful.

Originally, he was still a little helpless in the face of Han Chen, but at this time, he was not afraid at all, the blood-colored long sword swayed, the sword light filled the air, and Han Chen fought fiercely.

The people in the audience stared at each other, not daring to move away, let alone say a word, for fear of disturbing the competition.

"You're not alone!"

After three hundred moves in an instant, Han Chen was a little impatient, and his two swords slashed horizontally, shaking Leng Pojun away, seizing the opportunity, Han Chen's body shook, and when he landed, an extremely rich blood-colored air flow surged out of his body. (To be continued.) )