The long sword swing, the starting sword style, and the ordinary sword style are all practiced and displayed.

The speed of the sword is not fast, and you can see it clearly in every move.

But the sword qi was agitated, and it was more powerful than any previous performance.

At this time, Han Chen's eyes were still closed, he didn't open them, and his body moved, and he used the sword style and ordinary sword style over and over again, but he didn't touch the six arcane sword styles.

Although it was just a continuous exercise, at this moment, under the powerful power of the blowout of qualifications and talents, coupled with Han Chen's strong understanding.

For the mastery of the starting sword style and the ordinary sword style, it has become more and more transparent, and between the light and casual swings, it has been analyzed little by little, and the essence obtained is like a stream of water, slowly integrated into the body, deep into the bone marrow, and imprinted in it.

After evolving dozens of times, Han Chen's eyes opened slightly, his dark eyes were extremely deep, and his gaze fell on the long sword in his hand, calm.

"Winter!" his lips moved slightly, slowly spitting out two bytes.

With a shock of his arm, the long sword in his hand changed, and he slashed out with a light trajectory.

The sharp sword qi broke through the air, and the air instantly turned into fragments, scattering in all directions.

At the same time, the temperature around is about to freeze in an instant, the cold is pressing, as if to completely freeze people, there is a cold wind blowing, increasing the cold, in the cold wind, pieces of white snowflakes, out of thin air, falling down.

Swish!

And in the snowflakes, a black sword suddenly shot out. As fast as lightning, it sliced through the void and slashed silently towards a boulder next to the clearing.

The speed of this black sword light was extremely thin, like a silk thread, and its color was extremely deep. When the sword was soaring, the cold wind around it was pulled and swept up violently, and the snowflakes fluttered and turned into a snowflake tornado. Under the blowing of the cold wind. Following the black sword, it shot towards the boulder.

Laugh at!

In less than half a breath, the thin line sword directly crossed a distance of 100 meters and slashed on the boulder. The boulder is hard though. At the moment, it is like tofu. Cut directly in half.

The upper part of the rock slowly slid down, revealing the smooth, mirror-like incision that came out. It exudes a chill of the forest.

Immediately afterwards, the snowflake tornado invaded and bombarded the boulder, and there was a crackling sound, and the boulder directly shattered.

Han Chen's body trembled, he stopped for the first time, his eyes raised slightly, his gaze fell on the boulder, he stopped slightly, and then landed on the mountain wall not far away.

After passing through the boulder, the thin line of black sword light finally slashed at a mountain wall, reaching three or four meters deep before it exploded, creating a crater that was three or four meters deep and one or two meters wide.

Not far away, Han Chen's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and then a satisfied smile appeared.

At this moment, the Winter Formation that Han Chen had mastered, under the powerful power and strong comprehension of the blowout of his qualifications and talents, finally broke through Xiaocheng and reached the realm of Dacheng.

However, for all this, Han Chen's face did not change in the slightest, if you look carefully, you can find that Han Chen's eyes are like a pool of well water, without the slightest change, it is calm.

Retracting his gaze, his arm shook, and the long sword swung out, and when he was light and casual, a sword slashed out again.

"Blizzard!" his lips moved slightly, spitting out two bytes.

There is a wind blowing, emitting this thick cold air, which is extremely cold, and goes straight to the bone marrow.

In the cold air, a little bit of snow appeared, and the snow quickly condensed and became larger, less than half a breath, turning into pieces of snowflakes, and the sharp sharp breath emanated from the snowflakes, like a sharp sword, and everywhere it passed, the air was cut and shattered.

Suddenly, the cold wind changed, suddenly became violent, blowing in one direction of the clearing, and under the traction of the cold wind, the snowflakes falling from the sky also flew up quickly at this moment.

Floating flowers fluttering, erratic, without the slightest trajectory at all, the sharp edge aura emanated, like a sharp sword from all directions, as if covering the sky, like a shadow, I don't know how to block it.

Snort

Pieces of sharp snowflakes struck through the air, directly destroying more than a dozen trees in front of them and razing them to the ground.

"Feixue's style has also been promoted to the realm of Dacheng!" Guiguzi's eyes flashed, and he said softly.

With his eyesight, it was easy to see that the sword that Han Chen had just cast contained a slight 'illusion' meaning, and although it was not yet proficient, it had indeed been integrated into it.

This means that this, in the mastery of the flying snow, is the same as the winter style, and has been further improved, reaching the realm of Dacheng.

At this time, Han Chen found that after performing the Flying Snow Style, Han Chen did not perform the Sword Pose again, but put away the Mo Han Sword, lifted it upside down, and stopped.

With his eyes closed, he stood still, not moving.

Seeing this scene, Guiguzi's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed something.

Ten breaths later, Han Chen's gaze suddenly opened.

The footsteps stepped forward, the arm shook, the sword moved with the body, and the long sword in his hand swung again, and with the swing of the long sword, a set of swordsmanship came out.

It is the Qingfeng Sword Technique of the Yellow Rank Four Grades.

Performing the Qingfeng Sword Technique again, Han Chen's sword speed was not fast, one sword after another, clearly visible, light and casual, diffused out, like an invisible air current, surrounding Han Chen's body.

The Qingfeng Sword Technique was followed by the Flying Cloud Sword Technique, then the other three sets of Sword Techniques, and then the "Cold Snow Sword Technique", which Han Chen performed over and over again.

The sword speed is light and casual, swinging freely, the 50,000 jin Mo Han sword seems to have lost its weight at this moment, like a willow branch, wielding it at will in Han Chen's hands, relaxed and freehand, full of endless harmony.

And around it, the invisible air flow became even more intense.

Guiguzi's eyes were staring tightly, and he knew that Han Chen was at a critical moment at this time.

At a certain moment, Han Chen's body trembled, his arm trembled, but the long sword in his hand also trembled, and an invisible shackle seemed to be broken.

The invisible air flow that surrounded Han Chen suddenly increased several times.

There has not been the slightest change in the cultivation realm, the strength of the physical body has not improved in the slightest, and the amount of soul power has not changed in the slightest, but the corners of Han Chen's mouth showed a hint of a smile.

Because he felt a mysterious and mysterious breath, bursting out from the depths of his body, merging into his bone marrow, and being completely mastered by him.

The long sword wielded in his hand is non-stop, and the lightness and casualness are even more intense, and the 50,000-jin Mohan sword, like a wooden sword and a willow branch, is as light as nothing, without a trace of weight.

The changes in Han Chen's body did not escape Guiguzi's perception, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.

Guiguzi raised his hands, put them together, his fingers changed, and quickly formed a knot.

With the completion of the seal, the air in the Thousand Heavy Array rippled slightly, and the pressure inside it suddenly changed, increasing to fifteen times.

The fifteen times the pressure made the weight of the Mo Han Sword suddenly increase to seventy-five thousand catties, and coupled with its own weight, it was about seventy-eight thousand catties, nearly eighty thousand catties.

Compared with the previous 50,000 catties, it has increased to 30,000 catties in an instant.

Such a huge lift, enough to crush anyone!

However, in the face of this sudden increase in pressure, Han Chen didn't seem to feel it.

The invisible air flow enveloped the body, and the long sword was wielded, light and casual, without the slightest stagnation.

At this point, a smile finally appeared on Guiguzi's face.

Lift weights lightly, and lift them up again.

Peak Realm!!(To be continued......)

PS: (The climax is coming, Thirteen will write it with heart, please wait and see, by the way, ask for a recommendation vote!)