Chen Longxiang's defeat was unexpected, but reasonable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, in the previous fierce battle, the strength of the two was so strong that the people in the audience were also obvious to all. To be able to fight to that level, no one will find it strange who wins between two people.

The victory and defeat were divided, Han Chen and Chen Longxiang retreated separately and began to recover their consumption.

They need to get back to their peak as soon as possible, as they both have three tough battles ahead.

and Xiao Longwang, Huang Chen, and Leng Pojun.

The game has been going on so far, Han Chen and Chen Longxiang have not yet fought against these three, and now that the game is coming to an end, a fight is inevitable.

Even the worst of all, you may have to play against two or even three people at the same time in one day.

If the state does not return to the peak, it is called a tragedy. Even if he loses, there is no place to reason.

The competition on the Quartet stage continued.

Han Chen and Chen Longxiang, with the help of their mentors, quickly recovered from their injuries.

At the end of the first round of the competition, the two slowly launched their cultivation, woke up, and the mentors who helped each other in cultivation quickly dispersed and left.

The competition on the stage, round after round, proceeded rapidly. The afternoon game was a little faster than the morning, and as dusk approached, fifteen rounds had already been played.

Look at the time, it's not a problem to have another round.

Looking at the sun that had gradually set in the west, Han Chen and Chen Longxiang both exhaled lightly.

Looking at it like this, the chances of encountering those three people are not much.

After a period of cultivation recovery, the consumption of the true yuan of the two people was completely recovered, but it was only the true yuan, the power of the sword yuan. The mental wear and tear is not so easy to recover.

Ten percent strength, it would be good to be able to play eighty percent, but now fighting those three guys is undoubtedly defeated, and there is no possibility of winning at all.

Take advantage of the time. The last round of the competition was carried out quickly under the high-pitched voice of the old man Qingzhu.

Han Ling'er, Su Murong, Leng Pojun, Huang Chen, Xiao Longwang and others came to power.

There are no surprises, and all of them win easily.

Seeing that after the competition between the three of Xiao Longwang, Han Chen and Chen Longxiang were completely relieved.

"Chen Longxiang, Nangong Jianchen!"

The voice of the old man Qingzhu sounded, and it was Chen Longxiang's turn to take the stage.

Among the eight courtyards, there are not many people who can make Chen Longxiang jealous, there were only three people in the past, and half of Qianshan and Nine Nights were counted. Now there is one more Han Chen, and as for the others...

Not enough to see!

On the stage, Nangong Jianchen took the lead in making a move, Chen Longxiang's face was full of indifference, the heavy sword was in his hand, and he greeted him directly.

Looking at Nangong Jianchen who was struggling to make a move, Han Chen shook his head slightly.

Although Nangong Jianchen's strength is strong, it is far superior to ordinary students. But in the face of Chen Longxiang, it was not enough.

Really. After only fifty moves, Nangong Jianchen completely fell into disadvantage, and he could only defend when he was almost suppressed.

Chen Longxiang's physical strength is amazing, and he is even more innate with divine power, with a heavy sword in his hand, he doesn't need to perform any martial arts at all. It's hard to resist.

Humanoid demonic beasts, it's not called for nothing!

Reluctantly, after a dozen more moves, Nangong Sword Dust was torn, and the long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and it was blown out. Chen Long smashed like a heavy sword. Nangong Jianchen vomited blood and shot out, unable to move.

"I didn't expect that the disciples of the Wushuang Sect only had this bit of strength!" With the heavy sword on his shoulder, Chen Longxiang shook his head, full of disappointment.

"You..."Nangong Jianchen glared angrily.

It's just that at this time, he was in severe pain and couldn't move at all. He could feel that he was not seriously injured, but he just couldn't move, otherwise, he would definitely rush forward and continue to fight.

"The body is too weak, if I hadn't retracted ninety percent of my strength in time, you wouldn't be as simple as just having your meridians damaged now!" Chen Longxiang pursed his lips, the disappointment on his face was even stronger, ignoring Nangong Jianchen's angry gaze, carrying the heavy sword on his shoulder, turning around and slowly stepping off the stage, he said as he left.

"I really can't figure it out, with this bit of strength, how did I fight with Han Chen's guy before I was defeated after more than 600 moves. It seems that it was Han Chen who released the water, otherwise you might not even be able to catch him with fifty moves!"

Wu said to himself, Chen Longxiang had already jumped off the stage, put his heavy sword into the sheath, and Shi Shiran returned to his seat.

Without cultivation, fighting with Nangong Jianchen, he barely consumed much, and mostly shot with physical strength, and did not need to cultivate and recover at all.

Turning his head to look at Han Chen, he smiled, and said, "Han Chen, boy, I gave you a breath, you have to thank me!"

"Fuck off..."Han Chen rolled his eyes and replied angrily.

Where is this guy helping himself, he is simply adding to the chaos. With such a stir, Nangong Jianchen will definitely hate himself even more.

Burst...

Nangong Jianchen on the stage, his face turned red, he raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes rolled white, and he was so angry that he fainted.

The academy guards quickly came up and helped him down, and the mentor came over to treat and recover from him.

"This is dizzy, and the psychological tolerance is too poor!" Yang Feng, who was not far away, smacked his lips and said.

"Geniuses are all arrogant, especially a genius like him, who was born in a super sect, and he can't stand setbacks. It's not like you, a layman who has been crawling around in the world, and who has long cultivated with a cheek that is comparable to a spiritual weapon!" Han Chen spread his hands and said.

"What's wrong with being thick-skinned? at least it's me, and I'll never be stunned like him, it's a shame!" Yang Feng said disdainfully.

"Hehe, if it were Brother Han Chen, even if he wasn't stunned, it wouldn't be much better!" Han Ling'er also made up a sentence and quipped.

"Don't compare me with him, I don't have the ability to do this, vomit three liters of blood, and faint with anger!" Han Chen pursed his lips and said, "Victory and defeat are ordinary soldiers, if you lose this time, you will get it back next time!"

However, if the other party dared to insult Guiguzi, then Han Chen would not wait until next time, even if he fought for his life, he would definitely behead the other party.

Of course, he didn't say this sentence, just hide it in his heart.

A few people chatted casually in the form of sound transmission. The competition on the Quartet stage. It's going fast.

Soon, this round of competition is coming to an end, and most of the sunset on the horizon has already fallen.

The fiery red sun reflected the entire horizon in red, and the flaming clouds were gorgeous and brilliant. It's truly beautiful!

"Han Chen, ink wound!"

At this moment, the voice of the old man Qingzhu sounded, and it was Han Chen's turn to take the stage.

A vertical body landed lightly on the stage, and not far from the opposite side, the ink wound had already stood.

The two are not strangers, although they have only met once, but both sides have a good feeling. Good fences make good neighbors. Now the two of them are equivalent to being thicker than fresh water, not friends, but not enemies.

"I will lose this battle, although I know that I will lose, but I still have been looking forward to it for a long time!" With the long sword in his hand, Mo Shen looked at Han Chen, his eyes showing a strong battle intent.

"Then there is no need to say more, let's have a good fight!" Red Dragon and Mo Han swords in hand. A faint smile appeared on Han Chen's face.

"Fight!"

Hearing this, Mo Hurt's eyes were blazing. With a loud shout, he stepped out, and the blade of the sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards Han Chen.

A powerful breath, like a strong wind, moves with the ink wound. Rolling on.

Through the previous competition, Han Chen had already seen the cultivation of the ink injury, the peak of the five-star Sword Emperor!

This cultivation is not weak, and it is not inferior to Su Murong. And heard. He has been in Dongling Academy for ten years, and his combat consciousness and skills have already been tempered to an extremely high level.

If it weren't for the fact that the cultivation has not yet met the requirements, I am afraid that he would have already been selected to become the tutor of the academy.

After watching the game before the ink injury, Han Chen already knew in his heart that if he really fought, Su Murong might not be his opponent. In the entire four-day courtyard, only a thousand mountains and nine nights can fight against it.

Clang!

The sword light struck, as fast as lightning, but under Han Chen's soul perception, it was easily captured, and the red dragon sword swung and collapsed, and then the Mo Han sword stabbed over.

The ink wound seemed to have been expected, and as soon as his feet moved, he instantly shifted half a meter to the side, easily dodging it, and then the sword in his hand changed, and he slashed again.

"What a quick reaction!" Han Chen's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Without much hesitation, he swung his two swords and continued to attack.

Bell, bell, bell...

Swords collide and sparks explode.

Although the cultivation realm of the two of them is the peak of the five-star sword emperor, in terms of strength, Han Chen is much stronger, and with the increase in dual sword skills, the gap is even greater.

Although the attack of the ink wound was very powerful, it did not pose any threat to Han Chen, and he could easily break the sword apart and then launch an offensive.

However, in the face of Han Chen's offensive, Mo Shen seemed to have expected it, knowing every time he struck the sword, and even the trajectory, he easily dodged it.

After more than 30 moves, Han Chen also saw this, and couldn't help but be even more surprised in his eyes.

Only he knew how fast and powerful his sword was, and how much he could dodge the ink wound, which was really beyond his expectations.

After more than 20 moves, there was still no progress, and they were all avoided by ink wounds.

Han Chen couldn't help but feel a trace of interest in his heart, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Combat awareness?

It should be unlikely, although the attack of the ink wound is fierce, the combat consciousness shown is not amazing, not even surprised, it is normal, it is obviously impossible to dodge all of Han Chen's attacks with this.

Could it be combat experience?

It's possible. The age of the ink wound is not young, the age is about thirty years old, he has been in the academy for ten years, and his combat experience is absolutely rich, otherwise, there would be no rumors of being a mentor.

It's just that when it comes to this combat experience, Han Chen, who has cultivated all the way to this day and has experienced countless lives and deaths, asked himself that his combat experience would definitely not be worse than him, not to mention, his offensive could not only be dodged by virtue of his rich combat experience.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 100 moves were exchanged, and the two of them had already passed more than 150 moves at this time.

It's just that what makes people wonder is that until now, neither of the two has taken any advantage. Han Chen, who was incomparably strong, had two swords in his hand, but they all failed, and he didn't take advantage of them.

As for the ink injury, although the offensive was weak and weak, it was easily broken apart by Han Chen, but since he was able to dodge all of Han Chen's attack, it was enough to see that it was extraordinary.

"It turned out to be Hitomi!"

Suddenly, Han Chen's mind moved, and his keen soul perception instantly noticed the strangeness of the ink wounded eyes, and suddenly said in his heart.

Under his perception, every time he attacked with his sword, the dark and deep eyes of the ink wound would flash instantly, and the pupils in his eyes would shrink suddenly, turning into a pair of slender golden vertical pupils, and then suddenly returning to their original state.

This change was extremely short, not even a tenth of a breath, if it weren't for Han Chen's soul perception, even if you stared into his eyes, you might not be able to detect it.

"Brother Ink Injury, can you tell me what kind of pupil technique you are practicing?" Once again, the attack of the Ink Injury was resolved, Han Chen did not attack again, his steps retreated, and he opened the distance, and asked.

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you so soon!" Hearing Han Chen's words, Mo Shu was stunned at first, and then laughed.

"It's ugly, my pupil technique is an accident I got in one of my experiences, called "Golden Vulture Snake Eyes"" pointed to his eyes, and said with a smile: "This pupil technique has the powerful insight of the golden vulture, as well as the perception ability of the snake, when fighting with people, it can allow me to predict the opponent's next move, so as to respond in advance!"

"It's not very useful, it's not a treasure!"

Hiss...

The ink injury was an understatement, but the people on the spectator seats around them suddenly gasped, their eyes full of shock.

Isn't that much of a use?

You must know that the moment when the warriors fight each other, as long as they can catch it, the victory and defeat will be divided at this moment.

Predicting the opponent's next opponent, this pupil technique is simply too powerful, it is not difficult to fight beyond the rank at all, it is easy to do!

It's no wonder that this ink wound can sit firmly in the second position of Suzaku Temple, and no one can shake it. It's no wonder that the game has only been lost seven or eight times so far.

In these seven or eight games, it was because they met Xiao Longwang, Huangchen and Qianshan Jiuye and others, the difference in strength was too big, and they predicted the action in advance, but they couldn't react, so they were defeated.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that there will be one more person who still maintains a winning record.

Knowing the pupil technique of the ink injury, Han Chen didn't say anything more, shouted loudly as a reminder, and then swung his sword to strike.

Being able to predict the opponent's movements, this pupil technique is very powerful, but if the speed is fast to a certain extent, or the strength is strong to a certain extent, there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to dodge, then this pupil technique will be self-defeating.

With the swing of the two swords, Han Chen's offensive style changed greatly compared to before, and it was extremely violent, and the speed was also much improved.

The most important thing is that the power displayed by the two swords in Han Chen's hands at this time has completely reached the level of the previous fight with Chen Longxiang.

The body walks with the sword, the sword moves with the body, the moves are flowing smoothly, each sword comes from the sky, the antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace at all.

Don't be stuck in moves, do whatever you want!

Man and sword in one!!

Mo Wound's face changed drastically, and the pressure increased sharply in an instant.

His eyes were staring at Han Chen, his black pupils were changing rapidly, and his pupil technique was used again and again.

Han Chen's movements, he saw it very clearly, and completely predicted Han Chen's next move.

However, he couldn't cope.

left and right, but after a dozen moves, he fell into the disadvantage and was completely suppressed.

Clang!

After more than a dozen moves, a snow-bright long sword shot out and landed in the distance, and the blood on the ink wound's right hand flowed, which was caused by the tiger's mouth being cracked. (To be continued.) )