Tu Fusheng's blue light flashed, and the blade of the sword in his hand stabbed out, pointing at Ben Chen, with his strange steps, galloping, I don't know if this Tu Fusheng has evil courage or the swordsmanship he has practiced is a little evil, the tip of the sword is shaking, it seems that three poisonous snakes are staring at Ben Chen, staring at Ben Chen's three points, one is the chest, the second, the throat, and the third, the brain.

As the saying goes: the big snake hits seven inches, no matter how many false moves this Tu Fusheng has, only one move is to Ben Chen, Ben Chen suddenly pointed out, just right in the middle of Tu Fusheng's sword blade, making a clanging sound, Tu Fusheng's sword blade shifted direction, and Benchen's broken sword turned to Tu Fusheng's right neck.

Tu Fusheng didn't hurry to hold the sword to block the grid, there was another clanging sound, Tu Fusheng blocked Benchen's sword blade, held a sword flower, the butcher's blade swept and slashed towards Benchen's neck, but Benchen was faster, and blocked it again, the two swords struck each other, buzzing, the two of them came and went, the sword shadow was long, and the sound was continuous. Benchen's sword moves were light, like a spring breeze, and Tu Fusheng's sword moves were fierce and powerful, containing a bit of domineering.

Lu Wanhuo came to Kuya's side and asked, "Do you say that Benchen is heading towards this iron box from the beginning?" Kuya said: "It's possible, but this Tu Fusheng is really not simple, if it is under the same strength, it is difficult to predict the outcome of the battle!"

When Lu Wanhuo heard this, although he didn't want to admit it, but this was indeed the case, he turned his head to look at the masked Jian Hanxue, and asked, "Hanxue girl, what if you defeat the negative geometry with one of them?"

Gan Xianghong asked the two of them to be silent, it turned out that Jian Hanxue and Tantai Qing'er both saw that they were in a daze, and both of them followed Benchen's every move, Benchen's every sword was easy and natural, as he pleased, and every sword move was surplus, and it seemed that the force was not complete.

"No, no!" Jian Hanxue shook his head, "Benchen hasn't dealt with it with all his strength!" "No matter how vicious Tu Fusheng's sword moves are, Benchen can break them easily, very easily."

Kuya nodded and said, "Of course not!" Of course he saw it, this sword move was soft, and there was no murderous aura, I remember that when I was in Qingfeng Valley, the killing was fierce, and every sword was either killed or injured.

The sword moves of the two are getting tighter and tighter, you have come and gone with no less than 100 moves, and there is still no difference between victory and defeat, Tu Fusheng frowned, this time the sword technique is fast, but there is no discipline, as if it is because of his own sword move, he has a sword move, since this is the case, he can only break it with force.

On the blade of Tu Fusheng's sword, the aura suddenly soared, and the sword intent was blessed!

Some of the onlookers trembled slightly, and the swords in their hands were about to be unsheathed and leave, which was pulled by Tu Fusheng's sword intent.

Tu Fusheng had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Benchen in terms of swordsmanship, although he didn't dare in his heart, but he had to face it squarely, even if he was not convinced, he couldn't refute it in his heart, so he planned to break it with his strength, Benchen was only in the True Yuan Realm, he was in the late stage of Chengtian Realm, he firmly believed that his Xuan Power was a little more than Benchen, and his strength was even more turbulent.

Ben Chen knew Tu Fusheng's plan at a glance, and muttered softly: Compared with the strength of the sword, it's a pity! Ben Chen's body moved slightly, the broken sword was replaced with his left hand, and he attached it to his arm, and his right hand pinched a sword trick, and his hands were slowly raised, pretending to be a ring, the first style of Tai Chi swordsmanship.

If there is a Tai Chi pattern that can be seen endlessly, it emerges.

It's soft and slow swordsmanship, but with the lessons of the past, no one looks down on Benchen anymore.

Is it the same? Tu Fusheng frowned and said, but what he was facing here was not a fist, but a domineering sword with a cold sword, which could hurt his muscles and bones, or burn all his internal organs, or even lose his life.

Tu Fusheng moved lightly, flickering left and right, left seven steps, right eight steps roundabout, but only heard a sudden sound, the cold light shone, faster than the first time, the original move was to save strength, this is from the 'seven steps to kill boxing' evolved from the 'seven steps of strength', the strength is gathered in the legs, when the attack is like a floating light, flashing away, not seeing its trajectory, only hearing its sound.

Ben Chen's left hand slid lightly, led away diagonally, drew a semicircle, broke the sword out of his hand, and the blade was flat on the spine of Tu Fusheng's sword, and the strength was transmitted to the blade. Tu Fusheng's sword blade was slightly off, only to see that Ben Chen's right hand could hold the hilt, a sword flower on his wrist, the broken sword flipped from one side to the other, and the strength suddenly erupted, Tu Fusheng suddenly felt that the sword blade was as heavy as a thousand catties, and felt that his sword blade was automatically biased towards Benchen's sword blade.

When the interruption continues, it is chaotic. Tu Fusheng's Xuan Power burst out, cutting off the entwining sword power attached to Ben Chen, and swung it out with domineering force, surging with evil intent, and the bloody sword technique crossed thousands of armies! Ben Chen was holding the sword in his hand, and three swords were swords, and they snapped three times, dissipating Tu Fusheng's sword power, and the two of them each took a step back.

Driving the sword with intention, so powerful, it really deserves to be called a swordsman, Tu Fusheng looked at the dust again in his heart, and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart, today's martial arts may be defeated, and he is weak.

"When will I reach such a state!" said Tantai Qing'er with a sigh.

Jian Hanxue said: "Benchen's junior brother's swordsmanship attainments have long been extraordinary, the backhand out of the sword, the overhand to collect the sword, and this way of swordsmanship is inconvenient to respond to all changes, not stuck in things, even if he is given a branch, it can also block this Tu Fusheng, of course, this premise requires the strength of the two people to be appropriate, if the difference is far away, it is difficult to stop its edge, but it is difficult for us to learn this way of swordsmanship, it is not our mental ability to learn!"

Lu Wanhuo said: "We don't know how many things are still hidden in Benchen!" Jian Hanxue said: "You can find out if you try it!" Lu Wanhuo shook his body, "Forget it, just seal these secrets!"

Kuya suddenly remembered Ben Chen's waving sword intent in the woods dozens of miles away from Tianyu City, and said, "Brother Chen's sword technique still has a sword technique, I don't know if it will be displayed!"

Lu Wanhuo said: "It's amazing!" Kuya said: "You can go and try it!"

Lu Wanhuo almost planted it, go and try it, this joke is not funny at all.

Tu Fusheng killed again with a sword, only to hear the sneering sound on the stage, Tu Fusheng's moves were fierce and ruthless, and his blood was surging, plus his mystical attribute was metallic, and the grade was not low, blessed the blade, making it more sharp, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and every move of his seemed to have been cast after tens of millions of killings, just to kill and kill, and beckoned to the key point of the dust.

Benchen has not moved a single step, the broken sword is waved at will, and the sword is followed, and each sword is a circle of the sky, large or small, and extremely mysterious.

"Drink!" Tu Fusheng screamed, and Benchen left Benchen with an invisible sword power, enduring the pain in his body, driving the Xuan Li to dissolve, he was afraid, he was afraid that he would finally leave Benchen like his younger brother Tu Cang, and he would fail under Benchen's sword intent.

A trace of sword intent flashed in Ben Chen's eyes, and the broken sword pointed directly at Tu Fusheng, "You are not bad, I am the middle, if you can force me back, you will win this battle!"

"Arrogance!" Tu Fusheng said angrily, Benchen is not good, but he dares to underestimate him like this, what is the difficulty of forcing him back.

Not only the onlookers on the side of Tu Fusheng are also like this, they all see that Benchen's swordsmanship is not bad, so far they have not seen the explosion and blessing of Benchen's sword intent, and they can receive hundreds of moves from Tu Fusheng, which can be regarded as an unprecedented person, but Benchen is only the True Yuan Realm, how can Xuanli be compared with Chengtian Realm, there is always a time when it is exhausted, and after Xuanli is used up, it is the time when Benchen is defeated.

"I'm in the middle of the day!"

Benchen snorted lightly, held the sword with his right hand tilted, and with himself as the center, he evolved a sword domain, surrounded by eight sword shadows, guarding the eight trigrams of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun.

Kuya said: "It's coming!"

Jian Hanxue was dumbfounded, this was definitely not a killing sword intent, Benchen actually comprehended two kinds of sword intent.

There was a glimmer of fire in Lu Wanhuo's eyes: "Ninety-nine square circle!"

Tu Fusheng's face was serious, the sword was in his right hand, his arm was bent to his left shoulder, his left elbow was raised flat, and he was held at the bottom of the hilt of the sword, the red light of the sword blade mountain flashed, and the air on that side suddenly seemed to be frozen, and he whispered softly: The blood sword of the bloody sword technique is in the sea. Both hands were violently pushed out, and golden-red sword rays burst out from the blades, and their momentum was comparable to that of ordinary Gangtian Realm martial artists.

Benchen held the sword in his right hand, tilted into the air, drew a semi-arc, from right to left, the tip of the sword stood in the air, the sword shadow on the Kun position and the dry position in the sword domain flew out, Ben Chen's right foot did not move, the left foot crossed over the right end of the right foot, the body squat, the right hand slid down from the left, swung to the upper right, suddenly pointed into the air, the blade drew a semicircular arc with its trajectory and returned to the back position, a sword shot out from the broken sword, and the control of the two sword shadows fused, blocking the red sword light.

This is a move in Tai Chi swordsmanship: spread your wings and nod your head.

With a bang, a dazzling light burst out, and the Benchen sword easily shattered the golden-red sword, forcing Tu Fusheng to take three steps back, but without any hesitation, he swung his sword again.

For a while, the sword light on the martial platform was huohuo, the sound was continuous, and the momentum was surging, and the closest spectators on the viewing platform were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat and left one after another, for fear of being hurt by this sword.

Ten moves passed, Benchen never took a step back, his little cheeks were a little white, and there were only three percent of the true yuan left in the dantian; Tu Fusheng was also messy, and he sent ten swords in a row, not only did he not repel Benchen, but he couldn't even connect close to his body, Benchen's sword blade waved, and there was a sword light wrapped around his blade in the dark.

Then go all out to pay it, Benchen, if you can't accept it, don't blame me! Tu Fusheng snorted coldly in his heart, and then continued: Take it, I, Tu Fusheng, bow down!

On, Blood Wolf Strength!

Tu Fusheng's eyes were red, and his aura suddenly grew to the Mixed Yuan Realm, staring at Benchen like a fierce beast, holding the sword above his head with both hands, standing vertically in the air, and a red sword appeared out of thin air.

Thorn, the strength on the sword is emanated, there is a true Yuan Realm attack, everyone on the viewing platform is in danger, there are congenital and acquired, the innate master is not afraid, and then the heavenly martial artist is difficult to stop, just here, the two old men appeared, both are masters of the Holy Realm, and the two joined forces to contain these strengths, which curbed the chaotic situation.

Tu Cang smiled recklessly: "Blood wolf strength, blood anger in the world, Benchen sees that you are defeated!" He knew very well the power of this move, when he was in the Western Regions, he saw with his own eyes that his brother's True Yuan Realm strength was so defeated that the Chengtian Realm master who comprehended the Great Success Momentum begged for mercy, and now it is stronger, even the Mixed Yuan Realm Master who has comprehended the Great Success Realm can stop it.

Benchen didn't dare to hold it up, a point of sword intent blessing, heavy thousands of mountains, right hand to support the sword, Tai Chi sword move 'support a thousand catties', gossip Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun eight sword shadow is one, and Benchen sword is one.

"Drink!" Tu Fusheng's sword slashed down in the sky, and Wutai seemed to feel the horror of Tu Fusheng's sword, and there were small stones on the table that collapsed, making a 'click' sound.

Ben Chen's sword light held up this blood-red sword, and his sword strength was not weak, compared to the Mixed Yuan Realm.

"Drink!" Tu Fusheng increased his strength again, he found that Benchen's sword was actually dissolving his sword strength, how could he let Benchen get his wish.

Bang! Ben Chen was really invincible and half-knelt on the martial platform, but how could Ben Chen admit defeat, the sword intent broke out again, and the strength surged again, shouting: "Give me a scatter!" Ben Chen stood suddenly, smashed the martial platform, and the broken sword swung suddenly, smashing the blood-red sword.

Poof! Tu Fusheng took a few steps back, spurting out a mouthful of blood, the blood-red aura on his body dissipated, and his expression was a little sluggish.

Benchen was not happy, there was a trace of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, his arms were numb, and his feet smashed Wutai, and he never moved half a step.

"I'm losing!" Tu Fusheng looked at Ben Chen's body that had never moved, and said decadently, he had used his strongest move, and he could still not force Ben Chen back, and he also felt that Ben Chen's sword intent was the last time, not a point of sword intent, and half a step more.

Benchen said without being modest at all: "You are already very good, if you also comprehend the sword intent, the swordsmanship will be simplified, and the victory and defeat will have to continue!"

If these words are uttered in the mouths of the elders, there is no flaw at all, but they are just said from the mouth of Ben Chen, a hairy boy, it feels strange and very wrong. Ran Ben never thought about it so much, he had a master as a teacher in his consciousness, and it was more than enough to be the master of this Tu Fusheng with his own ability.

Tu Fusheng's eyes had a glimmer of light, and he bowed down and said, "I've been taught!"

Ben Chen said again: "I see that you are not bad, I will give you a word: useless use, Fang is of great use!" You are not welcome, walked to Tu Fusheng's side, twisted the box, this is his trophy, take it with peace of mind, as for the Xuanshi, Ben Chen glanced at Lu Wanhuo, this matter is much easier to hand over to him, and he is very happy.

Although he didn't understand Benchen's words, Tu Fusheng still said: "Thank you for your words, Tu Fusheng thanked me again!"

"Thank you so much, his crooked reasoning has always been so much, just hand over the Xuanshi to me!" Lu Wanhuo said with a smile.

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