"Did you make the move the moment you entered the cage?"

Zhao Han only felt that his soul was in a trance, the whole person seemed to float up, and he couldn't feel the weight of his body, it was really too sudden and amazing for the sword in front of him, especially the wisp of ecstasy qi hidden in the shadow of the blue light Huohuo, which was enough to make people feel depressed in an instant, all thoughts were discouraged, there was nothing to love, and he just wanted to be killed.

However, Zhao Han is not an ordinary person after all, especially his soul is supernatural, and he is even more at the peak of some peaks, at the moment when he was infected by the wisp of ecstasy qi hidden in the sword light, the three white crows in the purple mansion sang in unison, and this repeated qi machine collapsed instantly, very completely.

So, Zhao Han also saw clearly the amazing sword that stabbed at his throat, like the spring rain in a small building, and like the night wind blowing willows, it seemed to stab along the gap in the space, and a strong sense of gloom entered with the wind, and the target was directly aimed at the soul in the Purple Mansion.

"I really underestimated the world before, but using the same moves against me, is it too confident in myself or too much to look down on me?"

Zhao Han had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was not the slightest smile in his eyes, in the face of this lore sword, he was actually not as relaxed as he appeared, just saw him suddenly retreat a step back, his five fingers like claws. Hooked diagonally forward, like an osprey holding a fish, just right to grasp the tip of the sword that suddenly appeared in front of his throat, and the four-foot sword body that was as green as blue water "buzzed" non-stop.

The gloomy meaning wrapped in the sword body was directly suppressed by a crow roar coming from Zhao Hanzi's mansion, which made the other party extremely surprised, and even Zhao Han could see the surprise in his eyes that was almost frozen.

And at this moment, Zhao Han's counterattack arrived.

Zhao Han has never been a person who suffers losses and does not retaliate, this person was almost a sneak attack before, and he was even more ruthless than Hou Yaozu before, that was to directly slash the head with a sword, without the slightest mercy, Zhao Han naturally would not be soft on him.

"Drop it!"

The white-clothed swordsman had a stunned look on his face, and with a twist of his wrist, he actually wanted to spin the blade and cut off Zhao Han's fingers holding the tip of the sword.

It's just that he used his strength to eat, but found that his saber seemed to have taken root at the moment, and it was firmly pinched between the fingers of the young man in front of him, even if he tried his best at this moment, he could only make the sword body begin to twist strangely, like a twisted flower!

After more than ten years of use, the saber that was in the hands of life was twisted into a twist?!

"Huh. Zhao Han smiled at the white-clothed swordsman, his fingertips were slightly forced, and a "click" sound came from the overwhelmed sword body, and even cracks appeared on the sword body, seeing that the entire sword was about to completely collapse.

The white-clothed swordsman was red-eyed, this was the sword he had given his life to cultivate, if it was really destroyed by Zhao Han, his cultivation would have to be regressed by at least one level, and even the opportunity to touch the threshold of Bao Dan would dissipate.

Seeing that this person cared so much about this sword, his fingers holding the tip of the sword became harder and harder, and in the end, the muscles and flesh on his body exploded, and the qi and blood in his body exploded, and the strength of his fingertips increased suddenly, and with a "click", the cracked sword completely collapsed, falling into a splinter of blue light.

"Ahh ”

Zhao Han clapped his palms, and shrugged his shoulders innocently at the middle-aged swordsman whose face was whiter than the robe on his body, and he was so angry that he couldn't pay for his life: "Your sword is made of inferior iron, it's too unstrong, I'll break it with a slight pinch, or I'll give you decades of gold to buy a stronger one again?"

"Poof~"

The white-clothed swordsman's face turned white and red, red and white, and after repeating it several times, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the placket of his chest bright red, and the whole person was like a deflated ball, and he was stunned to the ground, looking depressed, and judging the same as before.

"It's too fragile, all the skills are consumed on things outside the body, and once the sword weapon is destroyed, all the skills are almost useless. ”

Zhao Han shook his head, he didn't look at this person, and he didn't step forward to attack him again, this person has fallen to this point, he has been completely wasted, and it will be dirty to kill him again.

Shan Weijun's cheeks twitched, and he looked at Zhao Han, who looked calm as if he had just drunk a sip of water, through the gap in the iron cage, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, if this son is really grown, I am afraid that the achievements he will make in the future will not be under the landlord.

"Who's going to come in the next game?"

The entire seventy-first floor of the White Crane Tower suddenly stagnated, and everyone involuntarily slowed down their breathing at this moment, even those few Baodan Realm Martial Artists had solemn expressions at this moment, no longer frivolous as before.

An old man in purple with crane hair and a childish face said leisurely: "Liu Xiangru in white is the sword of the Tianmen Sword Sect, the disciple of this generation who is most likely to step into the Baodan realm before the age of thirty. ”

"Bishui Sword, one of the top ten famous swords of the Heavenly Sword Sect, ranked seventh, was actually crushed by someone with his hands!" Another tall man with gray hair and a ruddy face looked solemn, "There was no spiritual power fluctuation on this son before, but he actually crushed a Baodan-level divine weapon with brute force, and this brute force is far inferior to me." ”

Just brute force can crush a handful of Baodan Realm's divine soldiers, is this still human?

Hearing this, the representatives of the other forces around gasped, a Baodan-level divine weapon of this level of the Bishui Sword, even if a Baodan-level martial artist uses a strong life martial art, it may not be able to break, but the person in the cage is crushed with two fingers in front of everyone, with Liu Xiangru's own reaction force in this, but it is also quite scary.

If you are hit by such a force, even if you don't have spiritual power, except for the martial artists of the Baodan Realm, who can say that you can carry it?

Such a terrifying brute force, rubbing it is injured and touching it is dead!

This is no longer a lesson that everyone thinks is a lucky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky and has no background, but a strong man with unfathomable strength. Whether to send their own representatives to challenge the cage, all the forces hesitated at this moment.

"Is there no one?" Zhao Han waited for a while, and saw that although everyone outside the cage gritted their teeth at him, none of them came in, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Alone, if no one comes in, will I win the last?"

Shan Weiyan frowned: "After ten breaths, if no one enters the cage to challenge, this White Bird Club will take Zhao Han as the final winner, and according to your previous agreement, the three recommended places in this building will belong to him." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the original suffocating atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the representatives of those forces, especially the representatives of the small forces, were red-eyed at the moment, gritted their teeth and looked at Zhao Han in the cage, and then arranged for their own people to fight.

"I'm Feng Liren of the Tempest Knife Sect, the thief looks at the knife!" A young man with ten slender fingers and a long knife on his back roared, and the sword light was like practice, it actually split the air, and a cold strange wind was set off on the ground, and the shadow of the knife swept towards Zhao Han.

In the face of the strange wind blowing in his face, Zhao Han's face was flat, his fists were clenched, and he blasted out with a punch in front of him.

It's plain, it's not slow, it's as simple as drinking water and eating.

But it was this extremely ordinary punch, and at the moment it came into contact with the strange wind that rushed there, it broke out with a loud "boom", and the violent air waves vented out through the cracks in the iron cage, directly lifting the few people who were closer into the air.

Compared with the martial artists outside the cage who were thrown out and had a blue nose and swollen face, the disciple of the Tempest Sword Sect in the cage had already broken his knife and flew, and the whole person slammed into the cage wall fiercely, and the iron cage mixed with refined iron was suddenly deformed.

For a while, the iron cage was clear and prosperous, like an electric discharge, making a crackling sound, and there was even a faint sound of cranes, and under the backlash of the violent force, the disciple of the Tempest Sword Sect was pushed out again, and finally fell to the ground fiercely.

"Next. Zhao Han stood with his fists closed, his expression calm, at his feet, the disciple of the Tempest Sword Sect, who was not weak, fell to the ground unconscious, and had no strength to fight again.

The next moment, another heroic teenager got into the cage, burst out all his spiritual power, and rushed to Zhao Han: "I'll meet you!"

"Boom!" After the loud noise, Zhao Han closed his fist, and under his feet, there were already two opponents lying side by side.

"I'm coming!"

"Boom!"

"I'm going to make you ......"

"Boom!"

"I am ......"

"Boom!"

“......”

"Boom!"

Half an hour later, the entire seventy-first floor was quiet again, and in the iron cage, Zhao Han's tall body stood on the spot, crawling at his feet with more than a dozen unconscious martial artists.

Counting the two batches that were dragged out before, in just half an hour, there were more than forty people who were really level martial artists who were directly knocked out by Zhao Han!

This also means that more than two-thirds of the more than 60 forces participating in this meeting have been eliminated within half an hour, and they have been swept out by the same person

The candidates sent by the forces that can come to participate in the White Bird Society are not too weak, and at worst they have reached the late stage of the real world, that is, the Xuantan realm, but even so, in the face of Zhao Han, who is only in the early stage of the real life, these people have no power to resist and cannot form an army.

When a disciple of the disciple who had high hopes was knocked out by Zhao Han's simple and direct punch in the cage, when the hope was disappointed again and again, the psychological expectations of the representatives of many forces outside the cage were also declining.

From looking forward to defeating Zhao Han at the beginning, to not losing to Zhao Han, to not losing too long, to surviving ten moves, seven moves, five moves, three moves to the current one!

But I looked forward to it again and again, but in the end I got disappointment again and again, more than 40 people who entered the cage, including Xiang Ba at the beginning, Hou Yaozu, Liu Xiangru and others, without exception, none of them survived a move!

This kind of strong performance not only shocked the representatives of all the forces in the field, but also those Baodan Realm Martial Arts who originally had ill intentions, and they would never dare to underestimate Zhao Han at this moment, but the more this was the case, the more hot the gaze of these people looked at Zhao Han.

A small early stage True Martial Arts can actually sweep away a large group of really late stage powerhouses, and they have the posture of invincible opponents under Bao Dan, if they, the Bao Dan Realm Martial Artists, get that secret, how far can they improve their own strength?