There is no right or wrong in this world, only the strength of the weak! In the continent where martial arts are supreme, the weak are inferior.

In fact, Sun Hezhao's troubles with Yang Ran were not only Sun Li's grudges with several outer disciples who were deposed, but also his personal affairs.

When they first entered the outer gate, Sun He, Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang were three geniuses with the same name, but the last time the outer gate of the Biyun Sect was compared, Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang both broke into the top 100 of the outer gate, the eightieth and eighty-sixth respectively, and the two became famous for a while, becoming the two genius disciples with the most limelight in the outer gate, while Sun He was overshadowed and unnoticed.

Sun He was naturally unconvinced, after all, it was not because of his lack of strength that he couldn't make it to the top 100 in the first place, but because he met Lin Feng, the eighth Iron Fist of the Outer Gate.

Lin Feng cultivated in the later stage of the Ninefold Psychic Realm of the Spirit Realm, and his cultivation was the "Golden Bell Jar", a pair of iron fists were invincible, and at that time, Lin Feng defeated him with a simple punch, and he was convinced.

Although Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang's strength is also very strong, he is not convinced.

So as soon as he heard that Yang Ran was challenged by Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang, he had an idea, if he took the lead in stepping on Yang Ran, wouldn't he have swept the face of those two guys? Wouldn't it indirectly prove that he Sun He was stronger than those two guys?

Imagining the faces of those two guys, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Sun He's mouth.

"Dare to talk to me so arrogantly, it's really looking for death! If I don't teach you a lesson, won't others think that I, Sun He, am a bully!"

Sun He smiled fiercely, took a step back, calmed down, and his claws turned awe-inspiringly, like a falcon catching a rabbit, and he used three claws in a row.

The claw wind is fierce, like a ghost bone and a sharp claw, bringing up a yin wind whistling, making the scalp numb, the claw style is divided into three ways, the heart of the upper road, the dantian of the middle road, and the knee of the lower road, like a tide, the offensive like a tide pressed Yang Ran, sealing all Yang Ran's moves to retreat, and he could only resist hard.

Yang Ran's eyes were calm, his expression was indifferent, such a fierce attack, he just swung his knife to meet it, his body was like duckweed, and he was free from it.

Woohoo!

The blade shone with a cold light, and several knives were cut out, like a cold light flashing, and the "Ping Pong" emitted several golden clashing sounds, and all of Zhang Hu's claws turned into virtual shadows.

Sun He looked at the white-clothed young man standing quietly, his eyes slowly changed from disdain to solemnity, just now he had already used the three moves of the Iron Claw Skill to be more powerful, Yang Ran actually defused all the attacks with a few simple swords, I have to say that this waste that he disdained before does have some strength.

Flashed and fell behind Yang Ran, the true qi in his body condensed, and his bones made a thumping sound, which was a sign that his bones were as hard as iron and had entered the seventh level of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and he used the last move of the "Iron Claw Gong" - piercing the golden cracking stone!

This move is so powerful that it has grabbed stones the size of an adult's head!

The blue-gray claws, like a pair of steel and iron tongs, grabbed Yang Ran's back fiercely.

Yang Ran's expression was still calm, he turned around to lift the knife and cut down, the knife technique was free, and the move of "Eight Swords of the Sea Waves" was used like flowing water, and the eighth style - Eight Volumes of the Sea Waves!

Boom!

The heavy sword of the dark iron slashed at the blue-gray claws, and the true qi of the two collided violently, producing earth fluctuations that shook the air into ripples and made a loud "crackling" sound.

Zhang Hu said fiercely: "You are defeated!"

"No...... You're defeated!" Yang Ran said indifferently: "Haitao Eight Volumes!"

The sword light was like a surging sea, sending out bursts of tsunami, and the true qi in Yang Ran's dantian was like a great river rushing in the meridians, pouring into the Xuantie heavy knife, and the internal energy like the sixteenth sea tide poured into his body through Zhang Hu's blue-gray claws.

Pedal!

Sun He couldn't help himself, like a drunk and reckless man, he retreated a few steps in embarrassment, his internal organs were turned upside down by the sixteen layers of internal strength, and a stream of crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was as if he had seen a ghost and lost his voice: "The artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords', sixteen layers of internal strength! How is it possible? How can you be a waste?"

The people in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion were also stunned, and they rubbed their eyes one by one, right? Yang Ran, who was at the peak of the post-spiritual realm fourfold refinement, actually beat Sun He, who was cultivating the sixfold refinement of the post-spiritual realm, to the point of vomiting blood?

Is this going against the sky? When did a dog-like waste become so powerful?

A more clever teenager heard Zhang Hu's exclamation and asked, "What is the artistic conception of 'Eight Swords of the Sea'? What is the sixteen internal strength?"

"I once saw in a miscellaneous book called "Strange Stories of Martial Arts", the general martial arts comprehension realm is divided into first glimpse, entry, small success, great success, and supernatural transformation, but after some martial arts are practiced to the point of being superb, they can overcome the unique artistic conception of a martial art, and they can leapfrog the challenge. ”

One of the crowds, a prestigious, steady teenager, explained.

The young man thought for a while and added: "However, the unique artistic conception of this martial art must be comprehended by some geniuses with strong comprehension, "Haitao Eight Swords" is a very ordinary basic sword martial art on the rivers and lakes, and its artistic conception is like the waves swept by layers of sea tides, Yang Ran can comprehend sixteen internal strength, which shows that he is a genius in terms of comprehension. ”

But there were clearly people in the crowd who disagreed with him, and the young man pouted.

"Yang Ran can comprehend the artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords', sixteen levels of internal strength, because he has cultivated the 'Haitao Eight Swords' day and night for three years, and it has nothing to do with his comprehension, if anyone has been working day and night for three consecutive years, he is stronger than Yang Ran's waste!"

"Furthermore, even if Yang Ran can cultivate the artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords', he can skip the level challenge, but I'm afraid he can't cross the two levels!"

"It must be that Sun He is afraid that he has touched the fifth-level formation of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and withdrawn some of his true qi, and his strength is less than fifty percent, otherwise Yang Ran's waste can really surpass the third-level challenge? And Yang Ran's true qi in the dantian is probably not much left! Sun He was only slightly injured, but his true qi was not consumed in large quantities, and if he fought again, Yang Ran would definitely lose!"

Sun He's eerie laughter gradually expanded, and the cold, gloomy laughter made people's scalps tingle.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said viciously: "Yang Ran! Hehe! I admit that I underestimated you in the past, but now that little bit of pitiful true qi in your dantian, I'm afraid it's gone!"

"Really?...... You can give it a try!" Yang Ran said indifferently, there was indeed not much true qi left in his dantian, maybe only about one percent.

But this does not mean that he has to give up fighting, he can die, but he cannot be defeated, he cannot retreat without a fight, he must persist in fighting until the last moment!

"However, I won't bully the small, I'll give you time to rest, how?" Sun He had an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Accompany at any time" Yang Ran was expressionless.

The smile on Sun He's face gradually expanded, and he suddenly clasped his hands into fists and saluted, "The emperor is above, I swear to duel with Yang Ran with the glory of a warrior and the will of my martial arts!"

Yang Ran said lightly: "I refuse!"

"What"

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd was excited, and they all glared at Yang Ran angrily, the glory of the warrior and the will of the martial arts are extremely important to the great power of the human race, which involves the history of the human race on the entire continent.