King to king!

In an instant, the whole audience was silent, like the earth cracking and the sky collapsed, and Han Sheng's voice echoed in their ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Dao Yun's lips twitched, unable to speak, Elder Qingling stepped back and looked at Han Sheng and Dao Lu. The divine senses of the elders of Shushan came to watch this battle.

Dao Lu's face was pale, his cheek muscles twitched twice, and he said word by word: "I really don't know whether to live or die!"

The disciples were in an uproar and verified each other at the bottom, "Did I hear me right?

"I heard the same thing, isn't the king just a heads-up on the king?"

"Does he know that Senior Brother Dao Lu has been married for nearly a hundred years!"

Han Sheng stared at Dao Lu coldly, not swayed by those gossips in the slightest. Instead of fighting a bunch of sword cultivators here who can only attack from a distance, it is better to directly fight the masters who stand out among them, which is more time-saving in terms of Liwei.

"What are you?" said an angry voice, "and you are a king?"

A green-robed disciple walked towards Han Sheng with a long sword, and the disciples around him silently moved out of the way. Han Sheng glanced at him, as if he was the leader of the second group when he was going down the mountain to practice, and he didn't notice him just now.

"Do you want to fight with Senior Brother Daolu, pass me first!" the team leader waved his sword and shouted angrily: "Demon Killing Immortal Light!"

The white light erupted like stars, and in an instant, the eyes of all the disciples who were watching the battle were in severe pain, and they could not see. All I could hear was the howling of the wind, the striking, the slash of the sword, and the sound of torn clothes and muffled grunts.

"Tom tom!", the wind blew fiercely, and the disciples in the north only felt a smell of blood blowing in the wind, and there seemed to be a man's voice screaming in pain. When they saw it clearly, their jaws seemed to be dislocated, and the second leader fell to the ground, his chest was bruised, and he was coughing up blood.

And in the distance, Han Sheng's clothes were in tatters, there were marks of sword piercing around his waist, and he was biting a pale green dagger in his mouth.

"Phew!" Han Sheng opened his mouth and spit out the dagger, stepped on it, and sneered: "Zimu Serial Sword, this is your hole card?"

The second team leader gasped violently, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he said hatefully: "How can you hide?"

The onlookers didn't know why, but the elders on the side saw it clearly. Just now, the second team leader's move "Demon Slaying Immortal Light" not only made the bystanders temporarily blind, but Han Sheng, who was facing him, was even more forbidden from seeing and hearing, and could not hear or hear. After that, the second team leader fought hard with a long sword, and the dagger suddenly flew out of the hilt of the long sword, stabbing Han Sheng in the throat. Unexpectedly, Han Sheng was like a divine helper, and suddenly lowered his head and bit the dagger, and directly punched the second team leader to the ground.

"You don't understand it. Han Sheng smiled contemptuously at the second group leader, he didn't like this despicable and insidious disciple, and he didn't bother to answer for him. Han Sheng struggled between life and death all year round, even if he didn't have sight and hearing, at least his sense of touch was still there. He could clearly sense the flow of air and the change in his clothes when a dagger came, and it was easy to deal with it.

"You!" Seeing Han Sheng's undisguised contempt, the second leader was so angry that he fainted on the spot.

"You all stand out," Daolu said to his disciple as he descended slowly.

Daoyun sighed and stepped back silently.

"Senior Brother Daolu, you don't have to make a move! we can deal with him!" A young Shushan disciple, probably hot-blooded, jumped out with a flying sword in his hand and rushed towards Han Sheng.

Han Sheng didn't look back, and the Infinite Knife swung back, and the disciple's face hit the back of the knife directly, causing a nosebleed on the spot. Han Sheng knocked him on the forehead, shook off the blood on the back of the knife, and said lightly: "Don't be busy sending people to death if you have poor strength, wait until I finish fighting Daolu." ”

The disciple's nose bone was broken, his forehead was hit again, his eyes were straight to the sky, and his mouth was full of nonsense.

Dao Lu took out his simple flying sword, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and said quietly: "Dao Lu of Mixed Yuan Peak, Great Wind Immortal Sword." ”

Han Sheng's face was solemn, and he also pulled out the Infinite Knife, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Guantian Peak Dao Xuan, Infinite Heavenly Sword." ”

The onlookers didn't even dare to breathe, and watched with fear, this was the ritual of the one-on-one decisive battle in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Tell the other party where you came from, your name, and your weapon, so that you can seek revenge even if you die unjustly.

"The wind rises!" Dao Lu's face changed, and he swung his sword suddenly. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, flying sand and stones, Han Sheng was staggered by the strong wind, and it became difficult to swing the knife. Countless stones and leaves disturbed his vision in front of him, and foreign objects kept hitting his body, so Han Sheng had to defend with all his might.

"Wind Rush!" Dao Lu swung his sword again, the wind speed increased, and the original ordinary gravel was like a bullet in the storm, and it hurt extremely his body. Unable to be beaten passively anymore, Han Sheng gritted his teeth and swung his knife, wanting to use his knife qi to cut an exit in the storm. But the speed of the wind was so amazing that his sword had not yet been exhausted, and the cut had healed.

"The wind is strong!" The howling of the wind almost deafened Han Sheng's ears. The leaves and gravel were like magic weapons, tearing through his clothes and cutting through his skin, growing in power over time. Han Sheng was furious, he gave up his defense, the Void Pill ran wildly, countless spiritual qi poured into his body and turned into mana, he transferred all the mana into the Infinite Knife, and slashed it with all his strength in the direction of Dao Lu that he had just seen!

"Wind tearing!" Dao Lu also swung a sword outside at the same time, and the storm seemed to come alive in an instant, and countless wind snakes swam and bit in it, regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies. Han Sheng's sword went towards those wind snakes, splitting them into two along with this storm circle!

"The wind is sinking!" Han Sheng had just gotten out of trouble, and Dao Lu unexpectedly swung another sword. This time, the wind came from the sky and went straight down like a waterfall, pressing Han Sheng in place, his bones rattling. He slammed the Infinite Knife into the ground, stabilized his body, and then smiled at Dao Lu, "Do you think you can trap me to death in this way?" Under the blowing of the storm, Han Sheng's smile was extremely hideous.

"Wind Trap!" Dao Lu swung his sword again, and a tornado appeared, like a white elephant absorbing water, and for a while, the gravel leaves on the ground flew around Han Sheng. Spinning, spinning, the wind spinning in a clockwise direction, and the ground gradually sinking. Han Sheng suddenly drew his knife and rotated, and after joining Han Sheng's rotation, the wind speed became greater and more urgent. Even the handymen in the back mountains heard the storm howling and saw a huge white whirlwind connecting the heavens and the earth.

"It's too strong!" Daoyun roared, "Daolu, stop!"

The sound of the storm was too loud for Dao Lu to hear, and Dao Yun rushed forward and was pulled by Elder Qingling. He looked at Elder Qingling in astonishment, and Qingling said with a gray face: "It's useless for anyone to go, unless the head of the sect makes a move, otherwise such a trend, even if it is forcibly stopped, it will be a lose-lose situation." ”

The wind was so strong that the palace at the top of Changling Peak was shaky, the steps were all shattered, and the flowers, plants, bamboos and trees of the nearby Dongzheng Peak and Canglan Peak were also sucked in. The elders could no longer sit still, and rushed to the scene, staring at the huge tornado that penetrated the sky in a daze.

"What the hell is this!" Elder Qingbo looked at the tornado in shock, the disciples had already evacuated Changling Peak, and the storm was too strong for them to deal with.

Elder Qinghe's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "We must stop this whirlwind, otherwise either Dao Lu will die of his strength, or Dao Xuan will be torn apart on the spot!"

Qing Ling looked at Chaoyuan Peak and asked, "Hasn't the head of the sect come yet?" Now only the Heaven Prison Lock can seal their mana and drag them out of the battle range. ”

In front of the storm, Dowlo's face was pale and crumbling. His mana was continuously extracted by the Gale Sword, coupled with his desperate efforts to control the range of spells, and he was already running out of oil.

At the center of the storm, Han Sheng rotated so fast that he could only see light and shadow, he closed his five senses and six senses, and devoted himself to the rotation. The speed is getting faster and faster, so fast that the clothes are ground into powder by the air, and there is no chance to burn!

"We can't wait any longer!" Elder Qinghe shouted angrily: "The more it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes, you senior brothers hold this in all directions, and I will destroy this evil wind with a sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the head of Qingsong appeared in everyone's ears, "Don't worry, I'll wake up Dao Xuan, this wind will naturally disperse." ”

The elders bowed and saluted, shocked: "This evil wind was actually made by Dao Xuan?"

"Yes, it must be because Dao Xuan refuses to stop, and this wind will gradually strengthen. Otherwise, with the power of Daolu alone, how could he use such a powerful spell?"

"What a good apprentice taught by a good master!" Elder Qinghe said angrily: "Qingyun is not here, this apprentice will let me discipline him!"

Qing Song's divine sense rushed into the storm, and the voice shouted, "Dao Xuan, wake up!"

Han Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, and he felt bored and nauseated as he was spinning rapidly. I didn't want to hold the immeasurable knife tightly, and swung it forward with a fierce knife according to the rotation speed.

The wind and clouds dissipated, the sand and fallen leaves drifted, and there was silence between heaven and earth. Han Sheng stood high in the air, in his eyes, everything in the world was still spinning rapidly, a wave of dizziness came, Han Sheng slapped his forehead hard, and found that his body was falling rapidly. There was a fainting blue-robed disciple lying on the ground, who looked very familiar, he took a deep breath to stay awake, summoned a white cloud to cushion under him, and slowly floated down.

"You ...... Who are you......" After Han Sheng landed on the ground, he stumbled two steps and sat on the ground. The figure in front of him was also spinning, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Hey, I won. Han Sheng himself didn't know what he was talking about, he said incoherently, "I...... I'm sitting and talking, you ...... Look at Daolu, he can't stand up anymore, I won!"

"Click, click!" Han Sheng seemed to hear the sound of something breaking dimly, and he said blankly: "Is there anyone fighting again?" Let them go away, I'm so dizzy...... Want to throw up...... Let them go elsewhere to fight ......"

"Bang!tom!boom!" The continuous loud noises woke up Han Sheng, who was on the verge of coma, again, and he said vaguely: "Don't fight...... I'm dizzy...... I'm a casualty, a champion, and I need to recuperate...... Retreat ......"

He finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

Behind him, all the elders of the "Qing" generation of Shushan were stunned. On the Dongzheng Peak in the distance, the residence of Elder Qinghe, the law enforcement hall of Weizhen Shu Mountain, shattered and collapsed one by one, and even the top of Dongzheng Peak rolled down the mountain together.

"Senior brother, mourning. Qingbo looked at the wolf smoke on Dongzheng Peak and muttered.

"Senior brother, mourning. Qingling retracted his gaze and couldn't bear to look at Qinghe's face anymore.

"Senior brother, mourning. Chiang Rai didn't know what to say, and expressed deep sympathy to Chiang Ho.

Although a hundred years have passed, hearing the cordial "Senior Brother" again, Elder Qinghe was not moved at all, he stared at the Law Enforcement Hall that was destroyed by Han Sheng's sword, his whole body trembled, and he screamed miserably: "Law Enforcement Palace! Law Enforcement Hall that has never been damaged in 260,000 years! I want to apologize with death!"