Raising his eyes and looking around at the surrounding scene, even though he had already expected the power of the Ice Pole Style, there was still a trace of shock in Han Chen's eyes at this time.

Following his gaze, he saw that at this time, the surrounding area was covered with ice spikes, of different sizes, but it was extremely cold, like a sharp sword.

One by one, the disciples of Wanbing Zhai who had no time to escape were directly pierced by the sharp ice thorns, hanging on them, and the red blood flowed out from the wounds, dyeing the snow-white ice thorns bright red.

Some of them were pierced by the thick ice spikes, and they died instantly, while some of the ones who were a little more lucky were just small ice spikes, although their flesh was pierced, they were not yet dead, and the endless pain made them let out a terrible wail.

At this time, the forest was silent, and the mournful wailing sound was unusually loud, and it was heard far away.

The disciples of Wanbing Zhai who reacted quickly and escaped by luck around them all turned pale, and even those three-star sword spirits were terrified on their faces.

The power of Han Chen's sword was too strong, and the attack was too sudden, in such a fierce battle, who would have thought that there would be such a danger under his feet.

Han Chen didn't pay attention to those disciples who were wailing to themselves, although the latter was lucky and didn't die, but the least of his body was pierced by four ice thorns, and his injuries were extremely serious, and he didn't live long at all.

Retracting his gaze, he turned his head and glanced around again, "There are fourteen people left, seven three-star sword spirits, five two-star sword spirits, and one one-star sword spirit!"

In this way, the shock in Han Chen's heart suddenly became even greater. Removing the few people killed before, this sword killed twenty-one people, most of them were one-star sword spirits, and there were also many two-star sword spirits, and the most important thing was that there was another person who was a three-star sword spirit.

At this time, the few people who escaped were left, and the seven three-star sword spirits were far away before, and their respective strength was not weak, and they were reminded by Mu Bei, so it was normal to escape. And those five two-star sword spirits. It has reached the peak of the two-star sword spirit. When they scattered and fled before, they were also the first to escape, and they were not attacked, which is normal.

As for the remaining one-star sword spirits.

It is Ouyang Shu.

Come to think of it. Han Chen couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the latter. A chill flashed in his eyes.

The latter was able to escape this sword attack. It's not that the latter is very strong, but because at that time, the latter was simply on the outermost periphery. When he saw Han Chen rushing into the crowd, he fled as soon as possible.

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The palm of his hand clasped the hilt of the sword, and with a slight lift, the pitch-black sword body was slowly pulled out of the earth.

As the long sword was drawn, the ice spikes around it suddenly trembled slightly, and then collapsed and shattered, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that fell to the ground.

The ice spikes dissipated, and the disciples of Wan Bing Zhai who were pierced fell to the ground, and by this shock, several disciples who had not yet died and were wailing bitterly immediately snorted, tilted their heads, and died directly.

With a shock of his arm, the Mo Han Sword trembled slightly, and let out a clear sword groan.

Looking up at Mu Bei, whose face was blue and his eyes were staring at him fiercely, Han Chen said indifferently: "I said, none of you can escape today!"

When the words fell, Han Chen didn't wait for the latter to react at all, his figure flashed, and the eight steps to catch the cicada were instantly cast, like arrows off the string, and instantly rushed towards the five two-star sword spirits on the side.

Seeing Han Chen's actions, Mu Bei's complexion changed suddenly, he didn't expect Han Chen to be so decisive, he actually abandoned himself and made a move directly towards the others.

The strength of the latter, he has just fully seen, although the cultivation realm is only a half-step sword spirit, but the strength is extremely strong, and it has an extremely terrifying physical strength, not only that, whether it is combat awareness, combat experience, or grasp of the timing of the battle situation, it is extremely high.

Although there were as many as five disciples of the two-star sword spirit, it was extremely difficult for them to be Han Chen's opponent.

"You're looking for death!" With an angry roar, the powerful and astonishing aura of the four-star sword spirit exploded violently, like a violent wind.

Mu Bei's thick pillar-like legs stomped on the ground, and his tall figure brought a gust of wind and rushed towards Han Chen.

"Do it!" Seeing Mu Bei make a move, a three-star sword spirit shouted, his body was vertical, and he raised his sword and rushed towards Han Chen, and the remaining six people followed closely and also rushed forward.

Seeing Han Chen rushing over, the faces of the five two-star sword spirits changed greatly, and they didn't dare to fight with them at all, even if they wanted to escape, they just saw Mu Bei and the seven people rushing over, and the five of them gritted their teeth and stopped abruptly.

"Fight!"

One person roared, his body was vertical, and with a wave of his long sword, he greeted Han Chen, and seeing this, the other four people also hardened, roared angrily, and greeted Han Chen.

At this time, no one noticed that Ouyang Shu, who was not far away, did not rush up, but just raised his sword and waved a few sword rays, then turned around and retreated to the side.

Although Mu Bei is a four-star sword spirit realm, his physique is an earth attribute physique, and the martial arts he cultivates are also the "Splitting Wilderness Skill" that he is good at, speed is not his strong point, at this time, facing Han Chen, who has cultivated the eight-step cicada to the consummation realm, instead of rushing to catch up, he was pulled away a little.

"Three Desolation Fist Strength!" Sensing this, Mu Bei's right hand clenched into a fist, and Zhen Yuan surged, volleying a punch towards Han Chen.

Suddenly, an orange-yellow fist of energy instantly condensed and formed, like a golden iron hammer, breaking through the air and smashing towards Han Chen's vest.

At the same time, the three-star sword spirits that were rapidly approaching also swung their swords and slashed out one after another extremely sharp sword qi and attacked Han Chen.

The soul perception was scattered all around, capturing these attacks in an instant, and Han Chen's face froze, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Eight steps to catch the cicada wind change instantly, short seven steps alternately, step on the step, the body is like a shadow, and the danger and danger will be Mubei's three wilderness fist to dodge the past.

The strength of the Three Desolations like a golden hammer missed, and it slammed into a huge rock not far away that was four or five meters high, instantly shattering it.

There was no time to marvel at the powerful power of Mu Bei's punch, while his body was changing, the long sword in his hand waved, and he instantly swung out four winter sword rays, shattering the swords of the four three-star sword spirits, and then his left fist was clenched, the arm muscles were tight, and the strong physical strength was condensed, and the fierce qi instantly condensed.

"Broken!"

With a low shout, he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly punched towards the remaining sword qi.

Boom!

With a low and muffled sound, the three sword qi were shattered by Han Chen's punch, but the qi on his fist also collapsed.

"What, how is this possible?" Seeing that Han Chen had shattered three sword qi with a single punch, the seven of them suddenly shook their bodies, and a look of shock appeared on their faces again.

Although they knew that Han Chen had terrifying strength, they didn't expect it to be so strong, and with just one punch, they smashed the sword qi that the three three-star sword spirits had joined forces to smash.

"This kid's strength is really as rumored by the outside world, extremely weird!" Mu Bei's face became even more gloomy, and a cold glint surged in his eyes.

He didn't dare to delay in the slightest, even if he was ready to make another move, but at this time, Han Chen didn't give him another chance. (To be continued......)

PS: (I really ask for a recommendation ticket.) In other words, there are a lot of collections of martial gods, more than three thousand five hundred, and there are many subscriptions, with an average of two hundred and three, and a high order of more than five hundred.

It stands to reason that since everyone is watching the Martial God, they shouldn't be stingy with a few recommendation votes, right?

Thirteen has a few friends, and the collection is not as much as the martial god, and the subscription is only between the martial gods, but there are rewards every day, not to mention, and there are no less than thirty or forty recommended tickets every day.

Thirteen is really sad, since they all look at the Martial God, why don't they give some support?

After all, writing a book is a lonely thing, sitting in front of the computer for four or five hours a day, and sometimes my head hurts because of the plot jam.

And thirteen is still a hard time working ten hours a day.

I really ask everyone to give me some support, after all, there are only these few data, which can comfort Thirteen!)