"Hehe, now Nie Wufeng is probably going crazy!" In the stands, Zhao Lin said with a smile.

Hearing this, Liu Wuyin, Ziyun and the others also laughed.

At this time, not only them, but also Nie Renwang, Jing Wufeng and others also showed playful smiles on their faces.

In the Wuzhen Building that day, Nie Wufeng and Han Chen had seen it with their own eyes.

"Oh, it's really not beautiful!"

"Hehe, this joke is not small!"

Those unwitting warriors had also learned from other people's mouths at this time, and immediately said playfully.

"Lu Yuan, please advise!" On the No. 8 martial arts platform, the loose cultivator pulled out his long sword and made a sword salute at Nie Wufeng.

It's just that his voice fell, but he didn't get a response, Lu Yuan looked up, but saw that Nie Wufeng at this time turned his back to him, looking at the No. 7 martial arts platform next to him.

His face suddenly became unpleasant, although he had already heard of Nie Wufeng's name, and knew that he might not be the opponent of the other party, but he was also a half-step sword king, a genius on the side of the famous town, and there was arrogance in his chest, in this first game, he met Nie Wufeng, which had already made him depressed, but at this time, the other party actually ignored himself like this, and he couldn't help but look down on people too much.

"What's the matter, doesn't Your Excellency Secret Dao even understand the most basic sword salute?" Lu Yuan said with a sneer.

"You are such a waste, you also deserve to talk to me about sword salutes?" Nie Wufeng suddenly turned around, his face was cold, and his eyes were cold and staring at Lu Yuan.

Not being on the same martial arts platform with Han Chen as he wished had already made him angry. At this time, this miscellaneous fish dared to provoke himself, and he was really looking for death.

Hearing Nie Wufeng's words, Lu Yuan's face turned angry.

"Arrogant, take me with a sword!" burst into a shout, bent his knees, and burst out like lightning.

On the way, Lu Yuan's toes dotted the ground three times, and his figure trembled. Another one-three. Three figures, raising their hands and raising their swords.

"Split Mountain Shadow Slash!"

Boom

Three cold sword lights suddenly appeared, like thunder breaking through the sky. Slashed towards Nie Wufeng's neck, chest, and right arm.

"Carving insect skills!" to this. Nie Wufeng's face showed a hint of disdain. Reach behind your back with your right hand and clasp the hilt of your sword.

Swish!

The wide broken sword was suddenly drawn. Nie Wufeng held the broken sword in his hand, and directly slashed through the air, and the sharp edge escaped out, directly smashing the three attacking swords.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, although he already knew that Nie Wufeng's strength was very strong, and he also knew that he might not be his opponent, but he didn't expect that in the face of his own sword, Nie Wufeng would be so light, so simple, and he would crack it.

"Take me another sword!" Lu Yuan was unwilling, one jumped into the air, volleyed up, and a sword was in the air, with a compelling might, slashing towards Nie Wufeng

When Nie Wufeng and Lu Yuan were fighting, the battle on Han Chen's side had not yet begun.

Looking at the Netherworld Sect disciple holding a long sword in his hand on the other side, looking at his Netherworld Sect disciple with a vigilant face, Han Chen shook his head.

This Netherworld Sect disciple, after coming to power, directly pulled out his weapon, but he didn't have the slightest intention of fighting with himself, but turned back and retreated, distanced himself from himself, and then confronted him like this.

"Do you need me to give you a chance?" Han Chen looked at the other party and said with a smile.

"What chance?" the Netherworld Sect disciple asked.

"If you admit defeat now, I won't embarrass you!" Han Chen said.

"Hmph, if you have the ability, you can defeat me, if you want me to admit defeat, don't be delusional!"

Hearing Han Chen's words, the Netherworld Sect disciple was still a little moved, after all, the latter was a Cunzi who even Lin Qinghan had killed, how could he be an opponent? But as soon as he thought of the consequences of admitting defeat, he immediately denied this idea.

Not to mention whether Nie Wufeng would let himself go, even if he was himself, he couldn't say such a thing as admitting defeat.

Seeing that the other party refused, Han Chen sighed lightly, raised his hand and took out the wolf tooth sword from the empty ring, and said softly: "Actually, you could have not died, my target is just Nie Wufeng and Ye Youying!"

Hearing this, the pupils of the Netherworld Sect disciple suddenly constricted, the size of a needle, and a bone-chilling chill enveloped him and swept through his body, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Choke!

Just before he could speak, a sound of Qingyue's sword unsheathed suddenly sounded, and then he saw a little cold star rapidly expanding in his eyes.

His complexion changed drastically, Han Chen's sword was too fast, so fast that even if he was already on guard at all times, he didn't have time to dodge at this time.

In the face of this sword, either dodge or hard-hit.

It's impossible to dodge, how fast Han Chen's speed is, just look at this sword, once he dodges, I'm afraid that before he can open the distance, the opponent's second sword will already follow, once it is at that time, the sword momentum is like wind and rain, and if he wants to turn over, it will be impossible.

Therefore, this sword has only a hard connection. Only by blocking this sword can he find an opportunity to make a move.

As for whether he could block this sword, it was not in his consideration at all.

Han Chen's strength is indeed very strong, and he is not his opponent, but he is also an elite disciple of the Netherworld Sect, can't he even stop the opponent's sword?

He stepped forward, leaned forward, and raised his sword to meet him.

It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is completely beyond his expectations.

With a 'bell', the arm of the Netherworld Sect disciple shook, and the tiger's mouth cracked in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was directly shocked and flew out.

Such a result was obviously beyond the expectations of the Netherworld Sect disciple, he looked at Han Chen with a shocked face who was not slowing down and rushed towards him, and the plan that had been planned in his heart for a long time completely collapsed.

A sword, just a sword to shake your own sword, such a strength is not something you can deal with at all, if you continue, you will die.

Thinking of this, this Netherworld Sect disciple should even open his mouth to admit defeat.

It's just that Han Chen would not give him this opportunity?

"Winter!"

A flick of the wrist. A black sword as thin as a hair, like lightning, suddenly slashed out.

Poof

The Netherworld Sect disciple had just opened his mouth to speak, when the sword light had already broken through the air, and then, as soon as his neck hurt, he felt that the sky was spinning, and he was completely plunged into darkness.

hiss

See this scene, in the stands all around. There was a loud sound of cold air.

Two swords. A sword shocks the opponent's weapon, and a sword slashes the opponent's throat.

With only two swords, he didn't even give the other party a chance to admit defeat, so he directly killed the other party. This strength. Such a speed. It's horrible.

It was faster and more ruthless than the seventeen swords of Tianmu Yunfeng in the Water Moon Cave before.

And, most critically. The Netherworld Sect disciple that Han Chen had killed was not an ordinary martial artist, it was a real half-step sword king, and it was also a half-step sword king who had already reached the late stage realm.

But even so, in Han Chen's hands, he didn't have the slightest power to fight back, as if the Nether Sect disciple was not facing a half-step sword king, but a real sword king powerhouse.

The Sword King, yes, is the Sword King strong!

At this time, many people suddenly reacted, the strength that Han Chen showed just now was not at all like what a half-step sword king should have. With such a huge disparity, it is simply a sword king powerhouse against a half-step sword king.

"Sword King, this Han Chen's strength has definitely reached the Sword King realm!"

"My God, seventeen or eighteen-year-old Sword King powerhouse, am I dreaming?"

"Only when you reach the Sword King realm can you have such a huge gap, and you can kill a half-step sword king who has reached the late stage realm with two swords!"

The noisy discussion resounded, and the surrounding stands were completely boiling.

People didn't expect that this was only the first round of the preliminary round, but they could see such an amazing competition.

Someone had said before that Mu Yunfeng's true strength had reached the Sword King realm, but it was only a guess, and most of them still maintained a negative attitude.

At this time, there were more than 100,000 people in the audience, almost completely unanimous, and everyone was extremely sure.

This young and somewhat excessively young boy has definitely reached the Sword King realm.

"Could it be that Han Chen has really reached the Sword King realm?" Feng Ming, Xiao Bieli and the others were also shocked at this time.

After so many life-and-death battles in the Lost Secret Realm, they felt that they should already know Han Chen's true strength. But now, Han Chen's true strength has once again become a mystery.

At this time, in the stands around the platform, the martial artists who participated in the competition were all full of shock, even if they were even the absolute godless, Qianshan Wudao and others, they all opened their slightly jawed eyes at this time and looked at the young man on the martial arts platform.

But unlike the others, there was no shock in their eyes, just a little more interest, and then they closed their eyes again.

"Very interesting little guy!" On the high platform, Yun Hong and several elders from other sects glanced at each other and said with a slight smile.

On the martial fighting platform, Han Chen returned his sword into the sheath, his eyes swept over the already dead Netherworld Sect disciple, and then he prepared to turn around and retreat from the martial fighting platform.

"I admit defeat!" At this moment, a voice full of fear suddenly sounded from the No. 8 martial arts platform next to it.

Han Chen followed the prestige, but saw that Lu Yuan was lying on the ground covered in blood at this time, and in front of him, there was a wide broken sword, and the broken sword was only two or three centimeters away from his forehead.

Nie Wufeng was condescending, looking at Lu Yuan with a cold face, and then the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, his arm was raised, and the broken sword was put away.

Lu Yuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a strong wind struck, and Nie Wufeng kicked Lu Yuan directly in the chest with one leg, and his face flushed, and he opened his mouth to spew out a large mouthful of blood, like a cannonball, and smashed directly under the martial arts arena.

Looking at this scene, Han Chen's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Survival of the fittest, the world of martial artists is like this.

Looking at Han Chen, who had returned to his seat, and then at the corpse of the Netherworld Sect disciple on the martial platform, a cold glint surged in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly and turned back to his seat.

At this time, the voice of the elder of the Xuanyuan Sect rang out.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, come to power!" (to be continued......)

PS: (Anyway, Thirteen is going to start the night shift today.,In the next half a month.,If there are no accidents.,Updates will be sent out during the day.)

Anyway, since Thirteen changed jobs, he hasn't worked the night shift for a long time, and he doesn't know if he can stick to it.

Everyone, tomorrow is Monday, give thirteen points of support!)