"Little junior brother, how is it?"

The child returned to his position, and the senior brother next to him asked.

"There is a mortal threat to me. The child's immature voice sounded again.

The conversation between the two was not deliberately hidden, and everyone present listened to it.

"A mortal threat?" said one of the monks.

Perhaps for others, the deadly threat means strength.

But this is a different taste in the ears of his own senior brother, the little junior brother has the blood of the divine beast of Weibo in his body, his grandfather is the descendant of the combination of the human form of the divine beast and the character, and in the child's generation, although the bloodline of the divine beast is insignificant, but this thin bloodline is enough to make him laugh proud of his peers.

The bloodline of the Divine Beast brings not only the innate keen perception of danger, but also the strong physique and regenerative ability comparable to physical cultivation.

Therefore, when the junior brother said the fatal threat, the senior brother's evaluation of Han Fan was rising.

The heart that was eager to try has also settled down, waiting for someone to go up and try the depth.

The behavior of the little junior brother only made the disciples present more cautious and serious, but it was far from being jealous.

Almost a minute apart, the second disciple slowly stepped onto the stage.

"He is the eldest disciple of the Demon Heart Sword Sect. "Some disciples recognized the identity of the monk who came on the field.

The Demon Heart Sword Sect belongs to the first-class sect in the Eastern Underworld, this big disciple is very important, and everyone didn't seem to expect that it was the second round, so they directly dispatched the top players in the field.

"West Sword. The eldest disciple of the Demon Heart Sword Sect spit out two words.

"Xijian, is this your name?" Han Fan was a little unresponsive.

"Yes. ”

"Okay, Han Fan. Han Fan complained in his heart that the names of these disciples in the underworld were so strange.

After listening to Han Fan's introduction, Xijian didn't say much nonsense and directly drew his sword and rushed up.

The disciples of the underworld like the front very much. Han Fan thought to himself, he had the heart to see the magic tricks of the disciples of the underworld, so he gave the initiative to the other party.

I originally wanted Zhao Yan to go up and test it, but I didn't expect this product to be so uncompetitive and was directly killed by a child.

After the contact, Han Fan couldn't help but be shocked.

When he was in the vertical and horizontal domain, he also traveled to Dongzhou, which was called the Sword Continent, participated in the battle of the swordsman list, and also saw the level of Dongzhou's sword cultivation, and even the ethereal sword technique of a big clan like Yun Zhongqing had also tried the depths, but the swordsmanship of this disciple who claimed to be a disciple of the Demon Heart Sword Sect in front of him surprised him a little.

What surprised him was not his comprehension and realm of swordsmanship, but that this kind of sword technique was actually comparable to the ethereal sword technique of the Yun family.

After learning a few swordsmanship techniques from the fat man, Han Fan's vision for swords is extremely high, and now he understands the true situation of the vertical and horizontal domains, even more so. He knew that those top sects or giants in the vertical and horizontal domains were actually not that strong.

In the underworld and vertical and horizontal domains, it is enough to be proud to be among the first-class.

Gegra said that the group of underworld monks who attacked the vertical and horizontal domain were actually the weakest group of people in the underworld, so that means that the level and magic of these disciples present today should be almost the same as those in the vertical and horizontal domain.

In this way, it seems that these people present are not as powerful as they imagined.

The disciple of the Demon Heart Sword Sect in front of him was attacking frantically, his cultivation was the peak of the Four Realms, but Han Fen could feel that he was not exerting his full strength, it should be that he had previously shown his cultivation to play a special role, and the young man in front of him only used the strength of the early stage of the Four Realms to compete with him.

The swordsmanship opened and closed widely, and no blow brought a cold wind. It's just that more than a dozen swords have passed, and he hasn't even touched the corners of his clothes.

Nishiken stopped on the offensive and took a few steps back.

"I can't help you. He said.

In fact, this was already regarded as admitting defeat, but Han Fan obviously misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he wanted to completely let go of his hands and feet and fight with himself.

"You can fight with me with all your might, as long as you don't reach the Five Realms, I can withstand it. ”

"Huh?" Xijian was a little dumbfounded, did he mean that?

"I mean, in the same realm, I can't compare to you, so I admit defeat. Although there were only a dozen swords, Xi Jian was very clear about his strength, and he could sense that Han Fan could deal with it easily, so there was no need to continue.

"You misunderstood me, in my case, the same realm represents all the monks of the Four Realms, whether you are the beginning of the Four Realms or the peak of the Four Realms. Han Fan waved his hand and smiled, "So, go ahead and use all your strength." ”

Xi Jian looked at Han Fan seriously, and saw that the other party's expression was sincere, and it didn't seem to be a fake, so he completely let go of his hands and feet, and several sword qi were directly swung out.

Han Fan still dodged and didn't make a move, the purpose was to see more.

The sword light of the West Sword had already been connected into a light curtain to envelop Han Fan, and Han Fan's high-speed movement was affected by the light curtain and pulled out the afterimage of the Dao Dao, and the people who watched were dazzled.

Three minutes later, Nishiken pulled away again.

"Why don't you make a move?" he curious.

"I made a move, is there still a chance for you?" Han Fan asked him rhetorically.

In the face of such a rampant response, Xijian was not angry, he thought about it carefully, felt reasonable, adjusted his state, and began to gather momentum.

Han Fan knew that he was going to make a big move, but the condensation momentum would generally be carried out in battle, or the battle spirit would be raised to ten points before the battle. It's really rare to deliberately pause and condense momentum like Xijian.

Han Fan still didn't make a move, giving him enough time to prepare.

"The last sword. Nishiken said.

Immediately, the sword moved.

Han Fan finally got serious, and this sword really had some interest.

This sword of the West Sword is not as dazzling as before, and it looks bland.

This is because a truly powerful sword never spreads its power, meaning that if the sword is used to decapitate, its power is only aimed at the opponent's neck and will not leak to other places.

When Han Fan faced Hong Yi before, his attack remnants destroyed a large area of the Ancient Forest, which looked very powerful, but in fact, he couldn't condense his attack to the point at all. The momentum is more than enough, and the skills are not satisfactory.

And this sword of the West Sword has this kind of realm.

Han Fan finally used the Nine Elements World.

The sword was dodged.

Xijian was a little incredulous, he thought that he would at least force Han Fan to make a move, but he didn't expect to be dodged.

"Lost. Xijian said and turned around and stepped down.

Walk neatly and crisply.

At this time, Han Fan's opinion of the Underworld Cultivator suddenly changed slightly, which was very different from the description he had heard.

"Next. Han Fan shouted again.

With Xijian's attempt, the disciples in the palace have calmed down a lot, and Xijian's strength is a benchmark, and they began to measure whether they have reached the standard of Xijian.

Han Fan looked back at Gegra, he was leaning on his seat, the mask on his face never seemed to be taken off, so he couldn't see his expression.

But Han Fan felt that Gegra was in a good mood at this time.

"Xijian's strength is not bad, boy, your body is not bad, but if it is a competition, it is not interesting to hide and hide all the time. A big man stepped into the ring as he spoke.

Han Fan glanced at this strong man, and could feel the surging energy fluctuations contained in his body.

It should be an individual cultivation, but I don't know what the path of physical cultivation in the underworld is.

"If he doesn't use demonization, his strength is equal to mine. Xijian looked at the big man and said.

"Whew-" There was a long roar, and the size of the strong man was slowly increasing, and two horns grew on his head.

"It's hard hit. After getting bigger, the strong man's voice was also a lot thicker, and when he spoke, he felt a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and his words were slurred.

Han Fan is still dodging.

The strong man's attack is simple, with only a pair of fists waving.

Five minutes later, the time for the strong man's demonization was up, and he returned to his human form.

He, like Xijian's fate, didn't touch Han Fan in the slightest.

"Boy, don't dodge if you have a kind, punch me hard, if you take it, I'm convinced. The strong man was very annoyed, with a body like him, he didn't even touch the other party after he successfully got close.

How can you not make a fire?

"Okay, I'll stand still and let you punch. Han Fan said, condensing the mantra of the word "royal".

The strong man Han Fan finally used the spell, which balanced a lot, and he cast the magic again, striding up with a straight punch.

With a "boom" collision, a wave of energy exploded and scattered, and the disciples who were close to the row of the ring were blown over by their robes.

Han Fan calmly looked at the strong man who was only one meter away from him, "Have you taken it now?"

The strong man quickly withdrew from the demonic state.

"I serve. "Leave the stage.

"One more. Han Fan shook his sleeves and removed the mantra of the word "royal".

The disciples in the main hall saw that the strong man was also defeated, and their guesses in their hearts about Han Fan's only body were self-defeating, and they all focused their eyes on one disciple.

He also wears a mask, but his mask is pure black and does not contain any patterns or patterns.

The mysterious teenager seemed to sense the attention of many eyes and walked directly to the ring.

A heated discussion erupted among the monks of the underworld.

After seeing the techniques of the two disciples before and after, Han Fan already had a general understanding in his heart, and he felt that he would no longer be tempted, quickly resolve the battle, and give the master a long face.

"I'm ready. The mysterious monk with the mask did not introduce himself.

"I'll make a sword. Han Fan's opening remarks this time suddenly aroused the curiosity of all the monks.

"But master, I don't even have a decent sword. Han Fan's words changed.

Gegra didn't expect to be mentioned, so he was obviously stunned, and then smiled helplessly and threw a sword to Han Fan.

Han Fan had been paying attention to the black-masked monk the whole time, and seeing that he hadn't taken the opportunity to sneak attack, he had a much higher opinion of him in his heart.

"Just a sword. With that, Han Fan looked at Gegra. "Master, you have to stop it, I'm worried about my life. ”

Gegra nodded, he already knew which sword Han Fan was going to use, and then he felt bored.

Maybe you should take her to the Western Underworld, these people are indeed a little too weak. Gergra thought to himself.

Fat man with a sword.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the Black Masked Monk had only one thought in his mind - I was going to die.

Not only him, but all the disciples present, including the master, were all shocked by the momentum of this sword.

Gegra flicked his fingers, and the sword was directly stopped.

"I lost. The Black Masked Monk's voice trembled.

"The next one to play, I don't think I can take this sword, don't waste time as soon as possible. ”

It's just that Han Fan didn't know that the monk in front of him who admitted defeat was the strongest one among this group of disciples.