Just as the golden sword was about to cut Han Chen in half, Han Chen's lowered eyes suddenly opened, a dazzling light emerged from his dark eyes, and his mouth opened and he let out a soft shout.

As the voice sounded, the dark and thick Ink Han Sword in Han Chen's hand also stopped dancing, and through the thick white mist, he looked at the golden sword that slashed at him, and at this time, the golden sword was less than ten zhang away from Han Chen.

The strong wind hit his face, and the slightest pinprick-like stinging pain came from his skin, allowing Han Chen to clearly feel the endless sharp qi revealed above the sword.

"The Sword King is really terrifying!"

Don't show any martial arts, just an ordinary sword, unpretentious, but the two sword styles that he relies on are completely broken, you must know that the cold snow sword technique of the Lu Dao is a second-grade martial arts of the ground level, and the two styles of cold winter and flying snow are the mystical sword styles, and the power is not trivial, but even so, in front of the strong man of the sword king, it is like a child and an adult, and there is no power to resist at all.

However, Han Chen did not sit back because of this, although this golden sword still seemed to be amazing, but with his keen soul perception, Han Chen knew the Dao, and his two sword moves were not useless.

Breaking through the two sword styles of Winter and Flying Snow in a row, this golden sword has also consumed a lot, and the power is long gone, and it is not impossible to resist it.

Han Chen's eyes flashed, now that the third sword had been completed, he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately his arm shook, and the Mo Han sword in his hand suddenly turned, crossing a mysterious trajectory. Swing forward.

At the same time, Han Chen's mind moved slightly, and the muscles of his whole body instantly trembled in unison, and his strong physical strength rushed rapidly like a rolling torrent among the flesh and blood muscles in his body.

With the blessing of the powerful physical strength, the swarthy Mo Han Sword became even thicker and deeper, and its weight of five thousand catties had already broken through the sum of the two, reaching a huge amount of eighty thousand catties under the infusion of Han Chen's sixty thousand jin power.

The violent force smashed the air in an instant, and there was a whining sound. Ringing constantly.

"Crush me!" Han Chen's eyes widened angrily. He opened his mouth and let out a loud shout.

With the swing of the Mo Han Sword in Han Chen's hand, the thick white mist around him also fluctuated violently and rolled up, and the white mist moved with the sword momentum, surging towards the front like a tide.

The white fog is extremely thick. And it's cold. The ground and trees around Han Chen had already been condensed into a layer of ice by the cold air escaping from the white mist.

The water is cold and the smoke is generated!

The Cold Snow Sword Technique originally belonged to the Ice Cold Attribute Martial Arts. Among them, whether it is the cultivation of the mind, or the moves, or the mysteries, they all imply a cold artistic conception.

Winter is like this. Flying snow is so.

The same is true of water cold, water produces smoke due to cold, and that smoke is the real place of cold.

And the essence of this water cold style is in this.

It's just that Han Chen couldn't show it at all because his strength was too low before, and the way of martial arts was to seek truth and knowledge in practice, and he couldn't see it thoroughly out of thin air, so Han Chen didn't fully comprehend this style.

However, with his mastery of the first two forms, Han Chen still deduced the third style, although it may not be very complete, but the power will not be too different.

The speed of the golden sword was extremely fast, and the distance of ten zhang had already crossed in the blink of an eye, wrapped in endless sharp qi, and collided with Han Chen's Mo Han sword, which was also slashing quickly.

Rumble!

A loud bang resounded between the mountains and forests, and countless birds and beasts were all disturbed and flew around.

In the mountains and forests, the energy is scattered, a gust of wind is set off, snow and mud chips, dead branches and sand and stones are flying all over the sky, and this mountain forest is a mess.

At the same time as the voice sounded, Han Chen's face suddenly turned red, and a fishy sweetness surged up from his throat.

"Poof!" The next moment, Han Chen's body shook as if he had been savagely impacted by a fierce beast, and his speed was extremely fast and shot backwards, in the air, Han Chen could no longer help but spew out a large mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood spilled into the air, staining the snow-white snow on the ground with red spots.

Although he was shocked and vomited blood, Han Chen's face did not have the slightest ugly color, but a happy smile appeared, his gaze swept forward, and the smile on his face suddenly became more intense.

Although the golden sword was extremely powerful, it was only an ordinary attack of Xing Li, and the key to its power was the strength of Xing Li's six-star Sword King Realm.

And after the consumption of the cold winter and the flying snow, the power of the golden sword has been consumed a lot, although it is still powerful, it is also extremely limited. It wasn't that Han Chen didn't have a chance to resist it.

Although the final result was that Han Chen was seriously injured and vomited blood and flew away, with the third-type water cold and the strong horizontal force of nearly 80,000 catties, he was able to completely resist the golden sword.

He tried all his means, and even paid the price of serious injuries before he caught the opponent's ordinary sword, which didn't seem to have anything commendable.

But don't forget, the other party is a six-star sword king powerhouse, and Han Chen's comprehensive strength is only in the sword soldier realm, and the difference in strength between the two is too much.

With the strength of the Sword Soldier Realm, receiving the Sword King with a sword without dying, Han Chen is already proud enough!!

However, at this time, Han Chen didn't have time to be complacent, he didn't care about wiping the blood from his mouth, hurriedly twisted his waist and hips, forcibly turned over in the air, and fell to the ground.

"The five organs are broken, and the bones in the body are broken. I can't go on like this, I have to get rid of this old guy quickly and find a place to heal my wounds!" The sharp pain that came from his body made Han Chen's brows furrow tightly, his mind swept away, and the injuries in his body suddenly appeared clearly in his mind, and he immediately said secretly in his heart.

However, the action did not stop at all, and he forcibly endured the sharp pain in his body like a tidal wave, kicked the ground under his feet, and the strong physical force burst out on the soles of his feet, and his body swept forward quickly.

At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and the Cold Snow Sword Technique quickly operated in the meridians, quickly refining the Cold Ice Spirit Crystal, extracting the spiritual energy in it, and replenishing it into the almost dry cyclone in the dantian.

Immediately after that, Han Chen's throat rolled slightly, and he swallowed the two Hui Qi Pills hidden under his tongue into his stomach in one gulp.

The effect of the two Qi Returning Pills was extremely powerful, and with the Cold Ice Spirit Crystal as a supplement, the True Qi in Han Chen's Dantian Cyclone suddenly recovered at an astonishing speed.

Not far away, the sword flying, and the fast pursuit of the torture force had been watching Han Chen closely, seeing that Han Chen actually took his own sword without dying, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, plus the previous sword, this is already the second time.

Xing Li's face turned blue and his mouth opened to let out a loud shout: "Boy, leave it for me!"

For the fierce shouts behind him, Han Chen's face was gloomy, he didn't pay attention to it at all, feeling the rapid recovery of the true qi in the dantian cyclone, he took a deep breath, and with a flip of his right hand, the dark Mo Han sword flipped in the palm of his hand, and was immediately inserted into the scabbard behind his back.

Immediately after that, Han Chen clapped his hands on his chest, put them together, and formed a seal knot, and with the completion of the seal knot, the true qi in the cyclone in the dantian quickly surged out, flowing quickly along the meridians.

Han Chen's eyes widened, and a burst of shouts came out of his mouth again.

"Beast mimicry, Qingluan mimic!" (to be continued......)

PS: (Finally back, I didn't get home until after 9 o'clock in the evening.)

Thirteen motion sickness, sat in the car for more than ten hours, almost vomited Xiang, what a sin! When I got home, I rested for a while, and I rushed to a chapter overnight, but it was already half past one, so the thirteen selfish ones were postponed to today, brothers, don't blame it!!

Well~~~ For the sake of Thirteen's sin, brothers give Thirteen points of support!!