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It's just that Han Ning's speed is not half a star worse than Zhao Jiuxing.

So, in the sword momentum that he thought was like thunder, Jian Chen could still take the time to hook the corners of his mouth.

Sneer.

Bullying me without a sword in my hand? Then you have to take a good look at whether there is a sword or not!

With a shock of his right wrist, the chaotic internal force in the dantian was like a galloping horse, and the Sanyang Sutra poured into the soft downward dust.

In less than half a blink of an eye, the soft and drooping dust like a horse's tail suddenly straightened up, and the next moment, it seemed that a pair of invisible hands rubbed the countless bamboo threads that were as straight as needles.

Brush-!

The cyan whisk of dust, just after a shock to his wrist, turned into an emerald green sword twisted into a twist.

Immortals, show the way.

When he fought against Zhao Jiuxing, he used this move, and now, it is still this move.

Ding--!

The tip of the green bamboo sword was accurately pointed in the middle of Han Ning's sword blade.

As a result, Han Ning, who was like a thunderbolt, was shocked to find that the thunder sword that had accompanied him for more than ten years was shattered inch by inch.

Not only that, but in an instant, when the Thunder Sword shattered to the short hilt in his hand, a strong force, with a strong rotation, slammed into him.

All this happened too quickly, just one moment, Han Ning was secretly praising his wit, and the next moment, the muscles in his chest were almost torn apart by this rotational force.

And the person has already hit a heavy wall, and suddenly rushed backwards.

Ben Thunder Sword Han Ning, at a faster speed than when he came on stage, flew back into the ring.

All this happened so fast that most of the audience just heard Han Ning's sentence "I'm coming", and when they wanted to look at it again, they could only see a black shadow smashed out of the ring.

Unfortunately, he happened to be standing on Han Ning's inverted flight route, and he didn't even have time to react, so he was hit by a black shadow, and suddenly, the audience was in a daze, and he fell into a piece.

Han Ning was not only unlucky, but also smashed more than ten people watching the battle with him.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Han Ning's mouth, who finally landed, and then, his head tilted, unable to withstand the tearing pain in his chest, and fainted.

It's just a sword, it's just a sword!

Looking at Han Ning's tragic situation, many people had already opened their mouths wide and couldn't close their mouths for a long time.

First of all, this is a bamboo pole, thirdly, this is a bamboo pole that has been shaken into bamboo silk, and finally, this bamboo sword formed by the internal force condensed and twisted bamboo silk is dotted in the tip of Han Ning's sword, which makes him feel as if he has been smashed on his chest by a 10,000-pound hammer.

This is still ...... Sword?

"Which other brother is on stage to challenge?"

This time, without waiting for Meng Haoran to speak, Jian Chen had already resumed the action of clenching his fists with both hands, his sharp eyes swept around, and he took the initiative to speak.

As he spoke, the emerald bamboo sword in his hand scattered and flew around again, turning into a soft whisk of dust again.

It's just that at this moment, who would dare to think that it was just an ordinary bamboo whisk?

The audience fell silent again, and only the sporadic sporadic scolding and scolding of the more than ten people who were knocked down by Han Ning echoed in the front yard.

"Amitabha!"

But listening to the Shaolin Temple, the Buddha horn of Pudu Zen Master sounded leisurely.

Jian Chen was shocked in his heart, this old monk is also going to come to power?

He still remembered what it meant to him that day at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Abbot Puji's fluttering palm.

If this senior brother of the abbot of Puji really wants to take the stage, even if Meng Haoran promises to defeat him in a hundred games, Jian Chen can only give up his hand and say to Pudu: Master, we will have a date later!

"This Luo Shi master is so handsome, but he doesn't know ...... What kind of school do you inherit?"

Fortunately, Zen Master Pudu had no intention of going on stage, he stood indifferently under the stage, looking up at Jian Chen's eyes, and a little doubt was gradually enlarged.

Jian Chen's heart tightened slightly, when he was fighting, he had tried to only use some of the basic moves in the swordsmanship, in order to not want to be seen too early that what he was practicing was a unified swordsmanship.

I don't want this old monk to have a vicious vision, like an immortal guiding the way, this kind of sword momentum can be turned into another sword sect's move a little bit higher, but it was only used twice, and he still saw the clue.

At the moment, he tried his best to keep his expression as usual, and said to Zen Master Pudu: "The master who has won the award is just a disciple who is not in the stream in the beggar gang, and he is lucky to get the guidance of the Guo gang leader." ”

"As for the teacher...... is reckless in his talents, and he did not worship the Guo gang leader as a teacher, so it is not good to bring it up and show off. ”

Since Guo Chuanzong made up Weitong before, he just happened to push the boat down the river at the moment, and continued to use Guo Nu as an excuse to fool Pudu.

"Oh?" Pudu's eyes obviously flashed with disbelief, and he said meaningfully: "Guo Nu's gang leader's dragon descending palm is famous in the rivers and lakes, and the old man has not come down the mountain for many years, but he doesn't know that he has even practiced swordsmanship to such a state of returning to the basics. ”

"Old monk, how is my grandfather's swordsmanship, you find him, ask him personally, what is such insinuation!"

Jian Chen didn't know how to interface, but Guo Chuanzong jumped up, his rank was very far from that of Zen Master Pudu, but his identity was not bad at all, and now he was afraid that Jian Chen would say a lot of mistakes and reveal flaws, so he hurriedly jumped out first and made a fuss.

"You-!"

The warrior monk behind Purdue glared, like an angry King Kong, his muscles exploded, and he was about to do it if he didn't agree.

But Pudu stretched out his hand, stopped him, and said with a smile: "What the little gang leader Guo said is very true, so, let's continue to read." ”

didn't ask any more questions, the monk's robe swung, and sat back with low eyebrows.

Read on?

This remark immediately sounded the alarm in Jian Chen's heart, and it seemed that this old monk had really seen something.

"Beggar help Luo Chen, win eleven games!"

Meng Haoran's voice sounded at this time, and seeing that no one dared to come on stage again, he waved his hand helplessly.

The eyes of the sword disciple who was in the eleventh place suddenly lit up, and with the two-handed heavy sword as the guide, he couldn't tell whether the sword was carrying the person, or the person dragging the sword, and smashed it up.

Twelve!

Jian Chen watched him jump onto the stage, but all he saw was a number.

A number he needs to cross!

The whisk made of bamboo silk was twisted up again in ******, stride, and out of the sword!

Ding Ding Ding!

The three rings of one sword were connected in a line, and each sound, the Naha Sword disciple took three steps back, and when the three sounds passed, the distance of nine steps was enough for him to fall back on the stage again.

Naha Sword disciples until the fall of the stage, the heavy sword still maintained a cross-chested defensive posture, but it was ...... The dazzling light of three o'clock shook his eyes.

On the broad heavy sword, there were three translucent holes, and from the holes, the scorching sun's rays continued to penetrate.

Even with his mentality of already looking down on life and death, when he found the hole in the sword's body, his heart trembled for no reason.

A sword made of bamboo can pierce through his heavy steel heavy sword with a single sword!