Not good!

Han Chen's reaction was extremely fast, his pupils shrank, and he made a mistake in the step under his feet, instantly stopping the momentum of rushing forward, not advancing but retreating. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But by this time it was already a little late!

Puff puff puff...

In Qing Yue's sword chant, a shocking sword light flickered, as if it came from outside the sky, and instantly slashed all around, Han Chen's four doppelgangers did not have any resistance at all, and directly slashed through his neck, his body shook and dissipated.

Laugh at!

At this time, Han Chen just took a step back, and the terrible sound of breaking the air sounded, and the earth-shattering sword light instantly approached, attacking Han Chen.

In an instant, the cold hair on Han Chen's body completely exploded, his footsteps paused, he stopped in an instant, his knees bent slightly, and the twin swords of Zunlong and Mo Han slashed through a sword arc, rising in reverse, and the trapped dragon angry sword style was unleashed.

The two fierce sword qi true dragons roared out, soaring around each other, completely giving up the attack and concentrating on defense, completely enveloping Han Chen.

The earth-shattering sword light attacked, and with a 'snort', the two-headed sword qi true dragon was like rags, without a trace of resistance, it was directly cut open, and the power of the sky-shattering sword light continued to slash towards Han Chen.

The trapped dragon fury sword style was broken, turning into an endless torrent of sword qi, swinging towards the surrounding waves, and dust rose everywhere.

Han Chen's pupils constricted into needles, staring closely at the approaching sky-shattering sword light, it was too late to dodge at this time, and it was even more impossible to cast a hard move.

Gritting his teeth, Han Chen raised his arms and crossed his swords in front of him.

Sneer...

The earth-shattering sword light slashed on the twin swords, sparks burst out, and the sound was piercing.

Han Chen's arms felt numb from the shock, but the earth-shattering sword light continued to circulate, and there was no sign of dissipation, but instead slashed at the twin swords. Forced Han Chen to withdraw.

His legs were stretched straight, and the flesh and blood in his body were surging with strength, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. The sole of the shoe rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound, and dragged out two black marks.

Only retreated about ten zhang. The earth-shattering sword light finally dissipated, Han Chen's arms hung down, the two swords 'ding', the tips of the swords stabbed to the ground, his hands were on the hilt of the sword, his face was slightly pale, and he was wearing a big mouth.

"Senior Brother Han Chen, admit defeat, you have no chance of winning!" Su Murong, who had an indifferent face, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust that covered people's sight.

"Sword Intent!!"

Han Chen lowered his head and continued to gasp for breath, spitting out two words.

"Yes, this is my first artistic conception, the sword intent of water now!" Su Murong nodded lightly.

Hiss...

Hearing the conversation between the two, many people in the surrounding spectator seats gasped.

Although everyone has already guessed just now. But after all, it was just speculation, and at this time, I heard Su Murong admit it seriously. Immediately shocked.

Sword Intent!!

That is a level that countless martial artists have been pursuing all their lives, and even if they are really poor all their lives, they can't pursue a level.

For warriors, comprehend sword intent. It is not only a supreme glory, but also an affirmation of one's own talent and understanding.

Of course, it is more about improving one's own strength, which is the most practical.

After all, what a warrior needs. It's strength!

However, the sword intent is too far away, and among the 50,000 people in Zhentian Courtyard, almost ninety percent have comprehended the artistic conception, and nearly thirty percent of them have comprehended the artistic conception to the consummation realm.

But there is no one who truly comprehends the sword intent.

It was only now that people finally understood that they were wrong, and it was not that no one in Zhentian Courtyard comprehended the sword intent.

Su Murong, the only top genius in Zhentian Courtyard who comprehended sword intent!

"I didn't expect Senior Sister Murong to have comprehended the sword intent, and I still want to challenge her, it's just beyond my strength!" Luo Tianshan smiled bitterly.

"Senior Sister Murong's strength is already far superior to ours, and now that she has comprehended the sword intent, she is even more invincible, the gap is too big!" Meng Yuanzhou shook his head and said.

Yang Feng's face was full of anxiety, and Mo Chen and Han Ling'er frowned, both feeling that the situation was not good!

The other students also shook their heads.

Sword intent, non-top geniuses can't comprehend, but anyone who has sword intent is a person who is heavenly, and it is very human!

Outside the spectator seats!

"Han Chen is defeated!" Ye Zhengfeng said softly.

The people in the Xuantian and Chongtian courtyards not far away glanced at Ye Zhengfeng, but did not refute.

The situation is clear.

As soon as the sword intent came out, Su Murong's strength increased by at least three percent, and with her strength, it was increased by another three percent, which was very terrifying.

Han Chen had no chance of winning at all.

Dugu Ruohan hugged his sword and sneered, but did not speak, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Sword intent!" Chen Longxiang touched his chin, "This time, Han Chen's kid is in a bit of trouble!"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head to look at Qianshan Jiuye, "Qianshan, when did Murong's sword intent comprehend?"

The last time he was in the big competition, he remembered that Su Murong had not yet comprehended the sword intent, and the artistic conception that Su Murong had comprehended at that time was only the artistic conception of water, and there was no sharp artistic conception.

Now it seems that in this year, Su Murong has improved a lot!

"Half a year ago!"

Looking at Su Murong on the martial arts stage, a trace of softness flashed in Qianshan Jiuye's eyes, and he glanced sideways at Chen Longxiang, and said lazily.

"Half a year, it seems that it should only be in the realm of Xiaocheng, but that's not something that Han Chen's kid can resist!" Chen Longxiang shook his head.

The forbidden shields around the stage not only blocked the aftermath of the battle, but also greatly weakened the aura emanating from it, otherwise, if someone used the sound wave skill, wouldn't everyone else suffer as well.

Therefore, although Chen Longxiang could sense the powerful sword intent on Su Murong's body, he was unable to be prepared to judge what realm it was.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, he is not so easy to be defeated!" Looking at Han Chen, who was already standing up with his sword in his hand, Qianshan Jiuye smiled slightly and said softly.

"Huh?"

Chen Longxiang touched his chin again, in terms of strength, his self-confidence is not inferior to that of Qianshan Jiuye, but in terms of eyesight, it is far inferior.

He didn't speak again, but he collected his mind and continued to watch the competition.

At the same time, other people also fell silent and turned their eyes to the stage.

So far, the two have passed more than 600 moves, the upper hand and the lower hand, each side has its own hold, which can be described as a fierce battle.

Han Chen's performance had already exceeded everyone's expectations, and it was quite amazing.

Now that Su Murong has used his sword intent, his strength has been exhausted, and even if Han Chen is defeated at this time, he will still be honored!

It's just that Han Chen will really lose like this?

"Senior Sister Murong, it's a little early to say victory now!"

Holding the dual swords in his hand, pointing diagonally at the ground, an astonishing chill erupted from Han Chen's body, spreading out in all directions. (To be continued.) )