Thirty zhang distance, survive thirty breaths, it seems that there is enough time.

After such a short period of rapid escape, at this time, Han Chen was already very close to the 100,000 mountains in front of him, and at this speed, within thirty breaths, he could definitely enter the 100,000 mountains.

Once you enter the 100,000 mountains, the situation will be much better. The trees in the mountains within the 100,000 Great Mountains were towering, there were many demonic beasts, and the terrain was extremely complex, with these factors, Han Chen would also have the confidence to get rid of the punishment at that time.

However, after all, a plan is just a plan, and if there is a slight change, all plans will be completely disrupted.

As the angry shouting of the punishment fell, at this time, he was already extremely angry in his heart, and the true yuan in the dantian continued to surge out under his desperate efforts to urge the valley regardless of the loss.

Shout!

With the blessing of a stronger True Yuan, the already extremely fast speed of the long sword under his feet actually increased by another percent, like a silver lightning bolt, quickly slashing through the mountains and forests, chasing after Han Chen.

Suddenly, under the sudden increase in the speed of the long sword, the distance between the two was directly shortened by ten zhang in just three breaths.

At this time, the distance between the two was only twenty zhang apart.

Twenty zhang, although the distance is still very long, it is not very long for a warrior. And for Xing Li, who has the strength of the Sword King Realm, he has already entered the attack distance.

The strong wind blew his hair backwards, revealing his old, cold face.

Suddenly, the palm of Xing Li's hand tightened, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly clenched, and his arm shook. Xue Liang's long sword shook suddenly, and he slashed out horizontally at Han Chen, who was rushing in front of him.

"Boy, let me die!" Torture Li's face was hideous, and he roared loudly.

Swish!

The next moment, a thick sword shot out from the sword's body, and it shot towards Han Chen at an extremely fast speed.

Click, click, click

The sword shot forward, and all the trees in its path were pierced by it, and after a little silence, the trees fell to the side. The mirror-smooth cut was revealed.

Although running ahead. But Han Chen's soul perception has always been paying attention to everything in the rear, and the appearance of the sword mang, naturally he can't escape his perception, but the speed of the sword mang's light is too fast. When Han Chen reacted. The thick sword had reached three feet behind him.

Choke!

Han Chen's pupils shrank. Without hesitation, he reached behind his back and grasped the dark hilt of the Mo Han Sword, followed by a crisp sword sound. Pull it out violently.

Immediately afterwards, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground and swirled, his body suddenly twisted, turned back, shouted, held the hilt of the Mo Han Sword with both hands, and slashed out suddenly towards the galloping sword.

Poof

In such a short period of time, Han Chen had no time to mobilize the true qi in the dantian and perform the arcane sword style of the Cold Snow Sword Technique. Fortunately, true qi is not Han Chen's only reliance.

At this moment, all the muscles and flesh in Han Chen's body trembled slightly, and his 60,000 jin flesh strength quickly condensed at this moment, and with the blessing of this terrifying huge force, the 5,000 jin Mo Han Sword quickly slashed through the air, leaving a sword shadow in the air, and slashed towards the oncoming thick sword.

In less than half a breath, the dark Mo Han Sword collided with the thick sword.

Boom!

A dull sound sounded in the air, and then a violent wind suddenly blew in the mountains and forests, and the wind was mixed with fierce energy, and the energy was swept by the wind, like raindrops, and scattered in all directions.

There was a sudden 'popping' sound in the mountains and forests, and the branches of the big trees whose leaves had withered were all broken, broken, and fallen down with the energy.

At this time, Xing Li, who came from the rear, suddenly moved, and the long sword under his feet suddenly stopped, looking ahead, at this time, the front was swept by the wind, and the snow and mud were flying all over the sky, blocking the vision, although he couldn't see it really, but a smile appeared on Xing Li's face.

Although that sword ray was fired by him in anger, the power may not be strong, but it should not be underestimated, even if it is a sword soldier realm, he does not dare to take it hard. Previously, Han Chen was forced to take it hard, and with the strength of the other party, which was only in the Sword Master Realm, the result was already self-evident.

However, the smile on Xing Li's face didn't last long, and the next moment, a 'whoosh' suddenly sounded in the air, and then a figure shot out of the snow and mud in the sky.

That figure was none other than Han Chen.

I saw Han Chen, who shot out backwards, turned over in the air and fell to the ground, and then without looking at the torture, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, his body flashed, and he continued to rush forward.

"How is it possible, it's okay!" Looking at Han Chen, who was rushing forward, Xing Li was slightly stunned, but then his face became gloomy, "Boy, I underestimated you, no wonder the young sect master joined forces with many disciples, and they are not your opponents!"

Shout!

The long sword moved, carrying the torture force, and galloped towards the figure that shot out backwards, and his chilling voice rang out at the same time.

"But if you think that with this bit of strength, you can escape from the old man, then you are very wrong!"

In the mountains and forests, Han Chen's body swept forward very quickly.

As he ran, a hint of flush appeared on Han Chen's face, and a trace of blush flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's a bit too much, the Sword King powerhouse is really not what I can compete with now!" Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Han Chen's face showed a wry smile.

The previous sword light was just a casual urge from the torture force. In the face of that sword, Han Chen had already used his strongest strength, a huge force of 60,000 catties.

But even so, he was barely able to shatter the sword, but he was not happy, not only was he shaken away, but also suffered some injuries, the five internal organs were shocked and displaced, and the muscles and bones were damaged, if he was not cured in a short time, it would become a dark disease in the future, which would be a hidden danger, and it would also have a great impact on his cultivation in the future.

The strength of the Sword King Realm was indeed far beyond Han Chen's imagination, and with just a sword in his hand, he was so powerful.

Under the leopard in the tube, one can imagine what level of strength the punishment has reached.

And with the previous collision, it also made Han Chen understand that with his strength at this time, he was far from being the opponent of the other party, and for the sake of today, it was the best strategy to get rid of the other party quickly.

Feeling the strong numbness and pain on his hands, Han Chen kept clenching and loosening it to let him recover as soon as possible.

"Goo!" After a few breaths, after his arm regained some sense, Han Chen flicked his fingers, took out a white jade bottle from the empty ring, and stuffed a pill from it, stuffed it into his mouth, rolled in his throat, and swallowed it.

As soon as the pill entered his body, it quickly turned into a warm energy, spreading among his limbs, feeling the rapid recovery of the true qi in the dantian cyclone, Han Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

This Qi Pill was not refined by Guiguzi, but when he left the beast city before, he bought it by the way to meet his needs.

"This old guy's strength is too strong, he is absolutely invincible, let alone caught in a fight!" With a flip of his palm, he put the Qi Returning Pill into the empty ring, Han Chen's face suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look at the torture force that was quickly chasing after him, Han Chen took a deep breath and secretly reminded himself in his heart.

Then he bowed his head and swept forward with a muffled voice without saying a word.

After seven or eight breaths, under the double supplement of the Hui Qi Pill and the Cold Ice Spirit Crystal, the true qi in Han Chen's dantian cyclone had recovered nearly eighty percent.

Feeling that the dantian was full of true qi, Han Chen exhaled lightly, and glanced at the cold face behind him, which was approaching rapidly, and a trace of coldness flashed in Han Chen's eyes.

The palm of his hand reached behind him, grabbed the hilt of the Mo Han Sword, and pulled it out again.

Immediately after that, the toes stepped on the ground, swirled, and at the same time the waist and hips twisted, and turned around in an instant, but the feet still stepped again and again, and the speed did not decrease at all.

The palm of his hand tightened slightly, he grasped the hilt of the sword, and his arm shook and swung forward.

"Winter!" a soft cry came from Han Chen's mouth.

Swish!

The temperature of the surrounding air was about to freeze in an instant, and in the mountains and forests, snowflakes fell, and among the snowflakes in the sky, a black sword lightning flashed out, slashing towards the torture who was in a hurry, and there was a 'snort' sound in the air, which was the sound of the air being cut and broken by the sword.

But this was not over, the sword in Han Chen's hand turned, and the Mo Han sword was erected in front of his chest, and then slashed out again.

"Feixue!" a soft cry sounded from Han Chen's mouth again.

Call!

With the swing of this sword, the cold wind blew in the mountains and forests, and the snowflakes condensed out silently, and then they were swept away by the cold wind, and with the finger of Han Chen's long sword, they blew away violently.

Continuously casting the two sword moves of Winter and Flying Snow, Han Chen exhaled a long breath, but at this time, Han Chen did not put away the sword and turned to leave, but his eyes were fixed, and the Mo Han Sword in his hand began to wave again. (To be continued......)