The little fat man in the high place sneered when he saw this scene: "Senior sister, how long do you think this kid surnamed Han can last..."

Feng Fengwei's lips pursed slightly, her eyes were a little solemn, and she was a little worried: "The explosion of Yuan Power cultivated by medicine supplemented by secret treasures, I'm afraid I can't hold on to a cup of tea, but this is extremely dangerous for Senior Brother Jiang Ming... Every move and style may seriously injure him or even kill him directly. ”

Although the little fat man was cynical, he was also a little worried at this time.

"Boy, you have to hold on, the hard ones are still waiting to come......"

When Han Chu's surrounding yuan force exploded, Jiang Ming repeatedly manipulated the cyan long sword to test the qi wall, and the cyan long sword was indeed easily bounced away like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and the power of the shock made the Taiji diagram in his body tremble.

Han Chu's state at this time was like the birth of a demon king, his momentum was incomparable, and he was unstoppable.

A moment later, the roar of the wall of air stopped abruptly. Han Chu's whole body also fell silent instantly. The platform under his feet began to shake slightly, countless gravel particles slowly floated, and the long sword that was thrown aside by Han Chu also floated and flew into his palm.

Han Chu's eyes were cold, his hands grabbed the hilt of the sword, and he held the long sword at his side. His eyes were cold and he slowly walked towards Jiang Ming.

The cyan long sword attacked again, but it still couldn't get close to Han Chu's body, and it was bounced away again and again. Although the wall of qi no longer roared, its power was still there.

Jiang Ming fought and retreated, and Han Chu moved forward step by step.

Seeing such a scene, Chu Zhen sneered on the high platform above, and seemed to be more satisfied with Han Chu's performance. It also seemed that he was very happy to see Jiang Ming's embarrassment at this time.

Zhang Ruoyu on the side was expressionless, but he had already stood up and stared at the field.

Han Chu was getting closer and closer, and Jiang Ming had to retreat to the corner.

The thoughts in his mind turned sharply, thinking hard about countermeasures, and his brows couldn't help frowning, but his eyes inadvertently swept to the snow-white square stones on the platform...

"These white marble stones don't seem to be very hard, hey, hey, hey..." Jiang Ming smiled, laughing a little obscenely.

Seeing this, Han Chu said sarcastically: "Boy, you are so ignorant of death when you are dying, you are not worthy of living in front of this prince!" Han Chu's voice was separated by the invisible wall of qi, and there was an echo like a hollow valley, and there was a burst of gloomy voices.

The middle-aged elder standing in the opposite corner was obviously a little displeased when he heard this.

Jiang Ming sneered, and the Heavenly Fire Streamer under his feet moved with all his might, and his body turned into black phantoms, the noon sun was dazzling, and countless pairs of eyes on the stands could only see the jet-black patch on the platform, floating in front of Han Chu like a black shadow.

And the crimson sword in Jiang Ming's hand was still in his hand, and at this time, the red sword shadow accompanied Han Chu to flash back and forth, but the cyan sword was missing!

Han Chu roared angrily, and the Yuan Force around his body actually accumulated a slight sound of air explosion in the air. His clothes swelled, and his body floated gently into the air. The blue light on the long sword in his hand spread out in a fan-shaped shape, and the sword shadow turned and slashed into the phantom in front of him. The cold light above the fan-shaped sword light was clear, and at first glance, it felt extremely powerful, if Jiang Ming was swept away, it would immediately be broken into two sections.

Even the middle-aged man on one side frowned, and in order not to make a name, he was hesitating to stop it at this moment.

But just when the fan-shaped sword light could sweep away the black light. There was a strange noise on the platform.

Kiss...

It is like an old wine being uncorked, and the sound is very recognizable.

However, most of the melon-eating disciples on the stand could not hear it, and only a few people who were closer were aware of it, as well as a few elders on the high platform.

When several of the old men heard this voice, their cheeks were already a little red, as if they were emotionally suppressed and in pain.

Chu Zhen's complexion was the best at this time, once red, and then pale, and he looked like he was trying his best to suppress the pain that very people could bear.

Zhang Ruoyu pretended to be helpless and shook his head, and there was a flicker of color in his slightly squinted eyes.

The little fat man grew his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

Grace couldn't help but smile, covering her face with her sleeves.

Where the sun shines, Han Chu's back, and a little further down, a cyan long sword made of condensed vitality, Ah No, at this time, it can no longer be called a long sword, but it is more appropriate to call it a spear, because the sword body is already round, but the tip of the sword is still sharp.

This cyan spear, at this time, was at a forty-five degree angle upwards, and it was quickly inserted into Han Chu's body again, and then quickly pulled out again.

Honk... Kiss...

Two strange voices connected, and this time they were heard by more people. Countless mouths opened, and thousands of children stuck their heads forward at the same time, looking terrified...

The long 'spear' was inserted twice in an instant, and Han Chu only felt a sharp pain in the back of his back, and the Pei Ran Yuan Force that he had condensed all over his body poured out from the place where the pain in his back was like a flood bursting the embankment. His whole person was deflated like a ball, his momentum dissipated abruptly, and he quickly withered.

The fan-shaped sword qi that slashed towards the phantom in front of him lost its stamina, and it was softly resisted by Jiang Ming, who was close at hand, swinging his sword. Turned into a long sword and fell to the ground.

Han Chu spat blood from his mouth. He used drugs and secret methods to strengthen his cultivation, and his body was already seriously injured, and at this time, he was forced to disperse under the last resort, and the injuries in his body were even worse. I'm afraid that if it's a body of cultivation, it will be abolished in an instant.

"You, are you convinced?" Jiang Ming said coldly.

"Jiang Ming, you... You are shameless!" Han Chu's voice was hoarse, he was half-kneeling on the ground, his left hand pressed against the back of his buttocks, and his face was miserable.

"Senior Brother Jiang Mingxie, I have conceded ......" Jiang Ming smiled with his hands, bent down and squeezed his eyes at Han Chu with his head half-bowed.

Seeing him like this, Han Chu roared angrily: "I'll go to you..."

The elder in the corner glanced at Jiang Ming with a red face, and hurriedly beckoned the disciples to carry Han Chu away.

Although Han Chu's momentum was strong, under extreme anger, he transported almost all the Yuan Force to the front to deter Jiang Ming, but unexpectedly, the Yuan Force behind him was empty, and the empty door was exposed. When Jiang Ming dodged, he approached him, guided the cyan long sword into the ground, and then drilled out behind Han Chu, fortunately, his exercises were subtle, and the effect of the cyan long sword to eliminate vitality was very obvious, and it didn't take too much effort to break through Han Chu's body protection Yuan Force, and a dangerous and dangerous combo "Thousand Year Kill." ”

But if he was swept away by Han Chu's complete fan-shaped sword qi, he would die on the spot in an instant.

Jiang Ming was not afraid, the battle was over. There are no ifs.

At this time, even Wang Chan, who was cold on the platform on the side, couldn't help but slightly curl up the corners of his mouth, and looked at Jiang Ming with interest.

Jiang Ming was in a happy mood with his hands behind his back, and was about to step down. But he was blocked by three earthy yellow figures coming from the sky, Jiang Ming raised his eyes and saw that the three shiny bald heads had surrounded him in the middle of it, and the three big bald heads dared to reflect the sunlight in the noon sun, looking very arrogant.

Three Heroes of Buddhism.

Xuan Lonely, Xuan Xuan, Xuan Che.

Jiang Ming's eyes widened when he saw this: "Three senior brothers, what are you doing?"

At this moment, two more figures fell above Jiang Ming's head, almost close to his side. As soon as those two figures landed, the vast Yuan Force fluctuations actually forced the three people who surrounded them to take two steps back at the same time.

"Three senior brothers, try to compete with my junior brother, but don't forget us!" but it was a little fat man, his feet flashed with lightning, his body slowly rose, and his eyes were level with the three of them.

"Ah, it's so bright, it's so dazzling!" exclaimed the little fat man, who was blinded by the bald head in the sun.

When the three of them saw him, their eyes were obviously stunned, and a look of fear flashed across their faces.

At this time, Wei Langlang Lang said: "If the three senior brothers want to compete, I Yuqingfeng will accompany me, why do you want to surround my junior brother like this?"