Jingle bell

On the spacious road, the sound of long swords clashing kept sounding.

Although Han Chen's speed was not as fast as that of the other party, with his soul perception, he was able to see through the other party's movements in advance, so as to react in advance.

plus the exquisite sword style of "Cold Snow Sword Technique".

Although Han Chen looked extremely difficult, he blocked all of Yan San's attacks without exception.

However, Han Chen can only defend, his speed is not as good as the opponent after all, even if he finds a flaw, he can't spare a chance to attack.

However, Han Chen is not in a hurry, whether it is "Thirteen Swords of Lightning" or "Feiyun Step", they are extremely high-level combat skills in the Xuan Rank, and the consumption of true qi is not small.

And like Yan San, the consumption of true qi is even more terrifying, even if Yan San is an eight-star swordsman, I'm afraid he won't last long.

And Han Chen used physical strength from beginning to end, and the characteristic of physical cultivation was that he had an extremely long ability to continue fighting, and he was not afraid of consuming it with the other party at all.

When Yan San's true qi is consumed and he can't support it, at that time, it will be his death.

Immediately time passed, and gradually, the look on Yan San's face no longer lost its previous smugness, and began to become a little ugly, and he scolded secretly in his heart: "Why is this kid so weird, obviously not fast, but he actually blocked all my attacks." And this kid is so powerful! The shock made Lao Tzu's arms start to go numb!"

At this time, Yan San already sensed that something was wrong.

Han Chen danced his long sword, forming a sword curtain. Not only is it indestructible, but it is also as if it is impenetrable, no matter how fast he attacks, he can't penetrate the sword curtain. Even every time the long sword slashed at the sword curtain, a force would come out from the sword curtain, shaking his sword open.

After a long battle, not only did he not defeat Han Chen's sword curtain, but his arm was shocked and numb.

And he kept casting "Flying Cloud Steps" and "Lightning Thirteen Swords", which made the true qi in his dantian quickly consume like a long river collapsing.

"Damn. The true qi in the dantian is consumed too much. There are less than four left!" After perceiving the remaining true qi in the dantian, Yan San's face was even more ugly.

Looking at the pitch-black sword curtain that had not stopped for half a minute under his own attack for so long, his heart was annoyed. This kid's strength is obviously only at the level of a five- or six-star swordsman. How can he be attacked by an eight-star swordsman. The dripping of the defense is not revealed.

The more Yan San thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Suddenly, he let out an angry shout, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly increased by a few points again.

Pause. The road was full of flying sand and rocks, and the scream of a long sword cutting through the air sounded endlessly.

However, in the face of this even more amazing offensive, Han Chen was unmoved, the Mo Han Sword in his hand kept dancing, and the defensive sword style continued to be unleashed, and under the shroud of soul perception, he captured Yan San's movements and blocked them all.

Jingle bell

The sound of swords clashing kept ringing.

After a while, Yan San's speed finally slowed down, looking at Han Chen, who was still undamaged under his strongest attack, Yan San's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart: "I don't know what kind of sword skill this kid has performed, and his defensive ability is so amazing." ”

After the two exchanged dozens of moves again, Yan San's face gradually turned a little pale. At this time, the remaining true qi in his dantian was less than three percent, and under the shock of the force on the sword curtain, his right arm had been shaken to the point that he was almost unconscious.

"No, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid this kid won't die, but I'll exhaust my true qi first. When the time comes, I won't be able to leave if I want to!" At this time, Yan San's heart had already retreated, "Although the Tianzun Realm Jade is a good thing, it would not be worth it if you put your life in it for this. ”

After thinking for a while, Yan San's eyes were finally firm, and he shouted softly in his heart: "Go!"

"Get out!" made a decision, Yan San immediately burst into a shout, the true qi in the dantian surged, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed towards the sword curtain angrily.

Clang!

As expected, this sword was once again blocked by Han Chen's sword curtain, but Yan San's purpose was not to attack in the first place.

The next moment, a powerful anti-shock force came from the sword curtain, and in an instant, Yan San's feet stepped on the ground again and again, and with the help of this anti-shock force, his body exploded backwards and retreated at great speed.

However, in an instant, Yan San had already broken away from the battle circle, and then he didn't dare to slack off, and even stepped on the flying cloud steps under his feet, ignoring Han Chen, turning around and rushing towards the front of the main road.

Those spies who were disguised as mercenary merchants and followed Han Chen were waiting in front of this main road.

They all have the strength of the Sword Master Realm. Yan San was going to join them, and when the time came, even if Han Chen caught up, he would be sure to leave him behind.

Han Chen's soul perception was always paying close attention to Yan San, and when he burst back, Han Chen had already guessed his intentions.

Immediately, his arm shook, and the pitch-black sword curtain suddenly dissipated.

At this time, seeing him fleeing quickly, he sneered in his heart: "I only want to leave now, it's too late!"

Recite!

The next moment, a crisp, melodious sword groan suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the temperature within a radius of 100 meters dropped to freezing in an instant, and white snowflakes fell from the sky. A pitch-black sword light was like lightning in the night, rushing out of the snowflakes, and the powerful energy directly tore the air apart.

The snowflakes in the air were also swept up, and with the pitch-black sword light, they slashed forward at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, Yan San, who had already escaped dozens of meters, suddenly had hairs all over his body, the alarm in his heart roared, his toes spun on the ground, and when he turned around, Yan San's pupils suddenly shrank tightly.

Although he thought he was fast, he was not sure that he would be able to dodge it in front of this pitch-black sword.

Immediately, as soon as he gritted his teeth, the little true qi left in his body surged out wildly, flowing down the meridians, and surging towards his right arm.

"Chop!" Yan San shouted angrily.

The thirteenth sword in "Thirteen Swords of Lightning", the fastest sword, is unleashed.

Swish!

The silver-white long sword instantly turned into a silver lightning bolt, slashing towards the jet-black lightning that struck.

Click!

The silver lightning and the black lightning collided together in an instant, and the next moment, the silver lightning suddenly trembled, and was directly cut in half in an overwhelming scream. Then the pitch-black sword continued to slash forward without slowing down.

Yan San's face changed wildly, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, but fortunately, there was a silver long sword in front of him to block it slightly, buying him time.

However, at this time, the pitch-black sword was already close at hand, and no matter how fast Yan San was, he couldn't completely dodge the past.

Poof!

In a burst of flesh and blood slicing sound, the pitch-black sword light passed through Yan San's left shoulder, and blood gushed out like a spring.

The snowflakes in the sky, behind the sword, swept in. However, the speed of the snowflake could not be compared to the sword mang, and Yan San gritted his teeth and cast the flying cloud step to dodge it.

"Huh" dodged all the snowflakes, Yan San suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next moment, his whole body tensed up, and a cold feeling swept through his body without warning, and under the shock, Yan San suddenly raised his head and looked towards the source of the cold breath.

I saw Han Chen holding a sword in his right hand at this time, standing it on his chest, looking at him calmly with his eyes, and slowly spit out two words: "Feixue!"

Recite!

A sound of sword groaning, from far to near, from light to clear, slowly sounded.

Call!

Under the scorching sun, a cold wind suddenly blew to the bone, mixed with small snowflakes in the cold wind, and soon, the snowflakes gradually increased, but three breaths, small snowflakes, has turned into goose feather snow, with the cold wind blowing, flying down.

At this time, as if entering the cold winter wax moon, countless snowflakes are fluttering all over the sky!

Puff puff

Under the blowing of the cold wind, the snowflakes in the sky seemed to be transformed into endless blades. The trees, branches and leaves on both sides of the road will be cut and shattered in an instant as long as they are touched.

Seeing this scene, Yan San's pupils suddenly constricted, the size of a needle's eye.

Call!

The cold wind rose again, and the snowflakes in the sky blew towards Yan San's side.

Yan San's soul was suddenly shocked, and without hesitation, he activated the true qi in the dantian, which was almost exhausted, and frantically cast the flying cloud step, sweeping backwards, and at the same time, the broken sword in his hand waved wildly, slashing towards the snowflakes in the sky.

But, it was only in vain, and the snowflakes were dense like rain. No matter how fast Yan San's sword was, it was impossible to smash them all.

Puff puff

Suddenly, the snowflakes in the sky, through the sword light, fell on Yan San's body, and the endless edge, like a sword, directly cut Yan San's clothes, and slashed deep scars on his body.

"Ahhh The approaching aura of death made him cry out in horror all over his face.

But the snowflakes in the sky, as if endless, kept coming under the blowing of the cold wind! (To be continued......