The battle in the ring continues. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Song Yidao's strength is very strong, very strong, it can even be said that he is the first person Han Chen has encountered among his peers so far.

But in the face of Han Chen, he was still not enough.

Han Chen and the incarnation Han Mad joined forces, and the strength that bloomed was absolutely as simple as one plus one equals two, and after fighting one hundred and twenty moves, the battle situation changed, and Song Yidao began to fall into disadvantage.

Whew...

Endless sword qi struck, Song Yidao's pressure increased sharply, his offensive was suppressed, and his defense was the majority.

One hundred and thirty-six moves!

Song Yidao completely gave up the offensive and went all out to go into the defense.

One hundred and fifty moves!

Song Yidao's face turned slightly pale, fine sweat began to overflow on his forehead, and his arms began to become numb, even if he was defending, he became extremely difficult.

"The winner is out!"

In the pavilion, Han Qingshan held a wine glass and sighed lightly.

"This Han Chen's strength is very strong, very strong, everyone underestimates him, Brother Song lost to him, he is not wronged!" Donghuang's eyes burned, staring closely at the ring in the center of the lake, holding the wine glass, trembling slightly.

His blood was boiling, there was a battle intent surging in his body, and an urge to make a move, like a tide, hit his nerves, but he was finally forcibly suppressed.

Physical cultivation and qi refining are somewhat different, because by refining the body to comprehend the Tao, the qi and blood are powerful and different from ordinary people, and it can be said that every physical cultivator is a warlike person.

He is the leader of the Eastern Emperor Body Cultivation Clan, a demonic figure. Even more so.

Han Chen fought with Song Yidao, and the strong strength he showed aroused the fighting spirit in his heart. It made him feel like he wanted to make a move and fight with him.

It's just that he knows very well that now is not the time, so he restrained himself.

Han Qingshan glanced at Donghuangzhi, a smile appeared on his face, he didn't speak, and picked up his wine glass. Sip your tea.

"In this battle, Song Yidao is going to lose!" On the other side, Jian Shanhe's face was calm. He took his gaze back from the center of the lake and didn't look again.

By now that the battle has been going on, the situation has become clear, and there is no need to look any further.

"Brother Shanhe. Are you interested in making a move?" Han Gang looked at Jian Shanhe.

Let's be honest. Song Yidao's defeat has nothing to do with him, what he cares about is Jian Shanhe's attitude, after all, Song Yidao is friendly with the first vein branch, and it has nothing to do with his second vein, and Jian Shanhe also said before that his strength is stronger than Song Yidao, if he makes a move. If he defeated Han Chen, it would be for him. There are definitely great benefits.

"I'm not interested in him, and even if I want to make a move, it should be Senior Brother Qianyan's shot, his strength is stronger than mine!" Jian Shanhe shook his head slightly and said.

Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in Han Gang's eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Compared to them, the others were not so calm, and the people by the lake, although they also saw the situation in the ring, none of them withdrew their gaze, but looked more carefully, their eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single cent.

Even Han Qing, Han Qianjun and others are the same.

"Roar!!"

It continued to shatter and shrink, until at this time, in the ring with only a range of five hundred zhang left, the figures of Han Chen and Han Mad flashed, standing on the left and right of Song Yidao, and the pure white eyes of the two suddenly turned purple.

The mouth opened, and a high-pitched dragon groan erupted from the depths of his throat.

Dragon Roar Sonic Wave!

Song Yidao's pupils shrank, he wanted to dodge, but it was too late, purple and red sound waves, one after another, like water waves, surging towards him.

Poof...

The sound wave is in the body, and any defense is nothing, which is like nothingness, directly impacting the body and shaking the viscera.

Song Yidao's originally pale face turned pale in an instant, his mouth opened, and red blood gushed out from his throat.

Clang!!

The afterimage flickered, and Han Mad instantly appeared in front of Song Yidao's body, and the two swords were one, from top to bottom, slashing fiercely.

Song Yidao gritted his teeth, raised his knife to resist, and the terrifying huge force struck, his body shook violently, the ancient knife Yuan trembled and trembled, the knife groaned endlessly, and he almost flew out of his hand.

"Drink!"

With a low roar, Han Mad's sword momentum changed, and the two swords smashed horizontally again.

The ancient knife was horizontal in front of him, blocking it again, but at the cost of squirting another mouthful of blood.

Boom!

At this moment, Han Chen appeared behind Song Yidao, and the Mo Han sword collapsed like a mountain, smashing into Song Yidao's back with supreme power.

Sprayed against the blood, Song Yidao was directly blasted out, fell directly to a hundred zhang away, and fell heavily to the ground.

Laugh at!

Song Yidao was just about to make a move, a sharp edge approached, and the black tip of the sword appeared in his throat, only half an inch away, and the terrifying edge made the cold hairs all over his body explode, and his body stiffened.

"How is it? Do you want to continue?" With a deep exhale, the qi and blood pressure stirred in his body lowered, Han Chen's eyes lowered, looking at Song Yidao, and a smile appeared on his face.

One hundred and sixty-two moves, he won this battle!

"Now that this is the case, do I still have a choice?" Song Yidao shook his head, took a hard breath, raised his eyes to look at Han Chen, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You are very strong, I will not be unjustly defeated in this battle!"

Choke!

Hearing the sound, Han Chen's wrists shook, and the two swords were directly put into the sheath, stretching out a hand, "Each other, your strength is also very strong!"

Raising his hand to grab Han Chen's hand, Song Yidao stood up, exhaled heavily, and with a flip of his wrist, the ancient knife was also put into the sheath.

"If you win, you won, you don't have to be humble, thank you for not killing me!" Song Yidao looked at Han Chen.

Although Han Chen said before that he would not kill him if he took a hundred moves, sometimes it was one thing to say it, and it was another thing to be able to do it.

Han Chen had the opportunity to kill him, but he didn't kill him, and he wouldn't take this for granted.

"Hahaha, then you should take it as the grace I gave you not to kill!" Han Chen laughed loudly, turned around and walked away, Han Madly put away his sword and followed closely behind.

"Okay, this grace of not killing, I will remember it!"

Saying that, Song Yidao didn't stay any longer, forcibly took a bite of Zhenyuan, leaped forward, stepped on the waves, and left the ring.

"There is still half a pot of wine, do you want to drink it?" In the pavilion, watching Song Yidao come in, cross-legged on the ground, ready to close his eyes to heal his wounds, Donghuangzhi raised his hand and threw the remaining half pot of ice and fire drunkenness.

Although Song Yidao was defeated, they didn't say much, no one is always invincible, even if they are demonic geniuses, and Han Chen's strength, they have also seen it.

is still the same sentence, Song Yidao was not unjustly defeated.

"Of course!"

The probe grabbed the wine jug, Song Yidao raised his head and drank it all, and then flung it, the wine jug shattered in response, and he immediately closed his eyes and began to heal. (To be continued.) )