The blood-colored air flow lingered and surged around Han Chen's body, and a cold and violent aura spread wildly around him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Evil spirit!

And it is also an extremely heavy evil spirit that is not half a point inferior to the Leng Po Army.

The evil qi was released, and the momentum on Han Chen's body skyrocketed, his eyes were round, and he let out a low roar, his body was like a streamer, and he rushed straight towards Leng Pojun, and the two fought fiercely together again.

Looking at the two blood-colored air currents on the stage that were constantly intertwined and colliding, the people on the spectator seats around were full of shock.

"Evil Qi, this Han Chen actually has evil Qi too, and it seems that he is not weaker than Leng Pojun!" someone gasped.

"Oh my God, how many people has this guy killed!" someone was shocked.

The evil qi is condensed by the murderous aura, and the murderous aura is derived from countless killings. Leng Pojun is called the God of Killing, which shows the weight of its murderous nature, and Han Chen now has an evil aura that is not weaker than Leng Pojun, obviously this is also a God of Killing!

"What a fuss, cultivating to such a realm, who doesn't have a thousand eight hundred souls under the sword?" Hearing people's discussions, Chen Longxiang pursed his lips, his face full of disdain.

But then, his gaze fell on Han Chen's body on the stage, and he couldn't help but become a little more solemn, "It's just that the evil qi is so strong that it competes with the Leng Po Army, and there are a lot of people killed here!"

At this time, the other people were also full of solemnity, and their hearts were the same as Chen Longxiang, and they all felt a little curious.

What everyone thought in their hearts, Han Chen naturally wouldn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't pay attention to it.

Martial artists are always inseparable from killing, who dares to say that they have never killed a person since they cultivated all the way?

The difference is only the people who are killed. More or less!

Different cultivation environments produce different martial artists. Han Chen has cultivated all the way to the present, and the hardships he has experienced are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Killing 10,000 people and condensing a body of evil qi is not what he wants. But it's inevitable!

......

Bell, bell, bell...

The sword blade was agitated, the double swords in Han Chen's hands waved like the wind, the double swordsmanship of the Dacheng realm was even more amazing, and the two swords sometimes went one after the other, forming a combo technique, like flowing water, the rain fell boundlessly, and the offensive was endless.

Sometimes like a shower plantain. Shooting at the same time makes it impossible to resist.

The sword intent of snow and the sword intent of the edge are fused and superimposed, and the power increases each other, making it even stronger. Then there is that rich evil aura, entangled and lingering, and then added to the majesty.

Compared with it, Leng Pojun is not inferior at all, after all, the bad guy is also the chief of the White Tiger Courtyard. There is also a body of evil qi and killing sword intent, and the two complement each other. Double the power.

continued to fight for 200 moves, and the two were inseparable, and no one was able to take advantage of it. But after two hundred moves, those with vision will find that Leng Pojun is gradually losing power.

Cultivating both inside and outside, giving Han Chen super melee ability. The longer the fight, the more powerful it will be for him.

The terrifying power that erupted from that sword was the opponent's nightmare, which would not be noticed at first, but as time passed. The subtle power of continuous impact will be revealed.

At this time, Leng Pojun feels like this.

In terms of strength, he was by no means weaker than Han Chen, and even stronger, and the improvement of the killing sword intent on him was extremely amazing.

But the amazing strength contained in each of Han Chen's swords could not be ignored at all.

Up to now, although he can still take Han Chen's attack, his entire right arm is almost numb, especially in his right shoulder, which is even more painful.

He knew very well what the reason was. Every time he fought Chen Longxiang before, he would feel this way.

It's just that his strength is a little stronger than Chen Longxiang, and every time this feeling just appears, he has already defeated Chen Longxiang, ended the battle, and never continued.

But now it's different!

Han Chen's strength was not weaker than him, and it was extremely difficult, especially every time he fought, the terrifying strength that constantly hit made him extremely concerned.

Gather sand into a tower, gather less into more.

Until now, the slightest impact has finally turned into a flood, and the dam is about to be completely broken.

"Leave me!"

With a low shout, the Mo Han Sword slashed horizontally, standing straight on the blood-colored long sword of the Leng Po Army, and the five-inch slash style was instantly cast, and the terrifying strength instantly exploded into impact.

Leng Pojun's entire right arm shook violently, completely falling into numbness, without any consciousness, and as soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, the long sword was blown out and fell more than twenty meters away.

The weapon was taken off, and Leng Pojun instantly fell into a disadvantage and was completely suppressed.

Han Chen seized the opportunity and pursued while he was victorious, swinging his two swords in his hands and constantly attacking.

Leng Pojun's face was pale, and he no longer had the previous indifference. The warrior even had his weapons crashed away, so what else was there to fight?

If he could, he really wanted to tear Han Chen alive now.

The warrior couldn't even hold his own weapon, and he was beheaded by someone, which is simply a great shame!

Especially with him, a top genius, he couldn't stand the humiliation!

But so what?

If your skills are not as good as others, you are not as good as others, whether you are the chief disciple or some ordinary student.

If you can't beat others, you are the loser, and any explanation is an explanation of your own incompetence.

So usually, Leng Pojun never listens to the explanations of others. And now, he didn't want to hear his own explanation of himself.

Boom!

The red dragon sword smashed horizontally, smashing straight into Leng Pojun's chest, impacting with great force, the latter's face instantly turned white, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his head, like a cannonball, and shot backwards.

flew straight for nearly thirty zhang before landing.

Lying on the ground, Leng Pojun didn't move, not because he didn't want to get up, or because he didn't want to continue fighting.

His character does not allow him to retreat in the slightest, fighting is his main theme, and fighting to the death is his goal.

Don't die, don't give up!

But now, there is nothing that can be done. He could clearly feel the sharp pain in his chest, which was a sharp pain that only had several broken ribs.

Up and down the body, it was also in severe pain.

Han Chen's previous sword did not have the slightest strength, it was completely real.

Now he can only lie on the ground and wait for this competition to be over.

"In this competition, Han Chen wins!"

Finally, the voice of the old man Qingzhu sounded, and Leng Pojun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Choke!

The sound of the sword blade entering the sheath slowly sounded, and Han Chen put away the red dragon and Mo Han swords, and glanced at the cold broken army not far away, who was still not moving.

Han Chen didn't speak, he and Leng Pojun were not all the way, and they were not interested in talking nonsense at all, even if they won now.

Put the double swords on his back, turn around, and slowly walk down the stage. (To be continued.) )