The smoke and dust dissipated, the ring was destroyed, and there were two people standing on both sides of the ring, one was the second senior brother, his robe was torn, his hair was scattered, Pan Chen was not much better, he looked very depressed, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Although he is strong, he is not able to perform it now, and his body has suffered some damage due to his forcible performance.

The corners of the second senior brother's mouth said with a hideous look: "I didn't expect you to hurt me, but your luck ended here." ”

He already had a murderous heart in his heart, the other party's talent was too terrifying, how long had it been since he cultivated to reach such a point? The shadow of his childhood seemed to have returned, and he was a little scared.

Pan Chen sneered: "I can hurt you if I am a waste, so what are you?

Since he has torn his face, there is no need to be polite, without him, the current Yu Qingfeng is a rotten corpse, or there is no one to collect the corpse.

The second senior brother suddenly calmed down and said, "The power of your tongue is useless, so you have to take care of yourself." ”

"One sword, one thought!"

The sword intent around him skyrocketed again, and his strength increased a lot, and at this time, he took out all his strength, and no one expected him to hide so deeply.

"Second Senior Brother is so strong?"

The disciples in the audience were stunned, they didn't expect that one person could be so powerful without using True Yuan, no wonder the ancient swordsman could sweep the world with just one iron sword.

Pan Chen's words were very cold: "Although I Yu Qingfeng has not been cultivating swords for a long time, I have a certain understanding of swordsmanship, I don't cultivate swords simply to become stronger, but also because I love swords, I like swords, I want to understand swords." ”

Every time he said a word, the sword intent on his body became more powerful, the sword is the soldier's soldier, the one who uses it is good, the one who uses it is good, and the one who uses it is evil, it is an evil soldier.

The sword is the will of the people, and the human heart is the heart of the sword.

His sword intent is a little stronger, the sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, the soldier of a gentleman, you don't have the right intentions, you can't really practice swords, and you can't really understand swords, why are you afraid?

His sword intent has formed the highest level, with an indomitable momentum, I delved into the history of kendo, comprehended a sword technique, and lost nine thousand in a row, but I am not discouraged, I hold the sword, but I practice the heart.

As he spoke, in his sea of knowledge, the ten sword intent imprints shone brightly, and he seemed to agree with his statement, if he had forcibly suppressed it in the past, now it was the first time he had been recognized by the sword intent.

The battle was so fierce that it was already indiscernible to the naked eye, and no one could see the situation clearly, and the second senior brother's body seemed to turn into a sword, which wanted to tear him in half.

At the same time as the two of them staggered by, a sword suddenly appeared in the right hand of the second senior brother, a jet-black sword, a sword with demonic energy!

"Huh!"

This sword is too strong, a sword passes, the space is torn, and when he is caught off guard, a cut is made on his chest, not counting, a force of extreme yin and cold enters his body from the wound.

The two separated, the corners of the second senior brother's mouth had an evil smile, and in his hand was a demonic sword, three feet three inches and three minutes long.

"Ghost Sword!"

Yu Tiandi recognized the sword in the other party's hand at a glance, it is a forbidden sword, legend has it that this sword can not be out of the body, out of the body must kill, otherwise it will never be sheathed, and the person killed by this sword is rotten in flesh, the soul is scattered, and the viciousness is incomparable.

Yu Tiandi wanted to stop the game, he didn't want Pan Chen to fall, the opponent's weapon was too terrifying.

"The competition is not over yet, so it's better to watch quietly. The three elders, who were originally immovable, said lightly.

The meaning is very clear, if you participate now, your son will lose, Yu Tiandi's raised hand paused in mid-air, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, although the other party was not his own, but he couldn't do it.

"Don't worry! ”

Pan Chen wiped the blood on his chest, grinned at Yu Tiandi, revealing a row of white teeth, and promised the other party that he would definitely do it.

Yu Tiandi nodded, tears rolled in his eyes, no matter what the result is today, you will be my Yu Tiandi's biological son in the future!

The wound was full of coldness, like a poisonous snake beating, constantly eating away at his flesh, but who was he, and how strong was his blood?

Pan Chen calmed down, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and sneered: "Do you know why I called you Brother Pig Head when I was a child?"

Because not only do you look alike, but you're stupid! You're going to use some kind of dirty tricks, just like your people.

The second senior brother said viciously: "You can scold as much as you want, anyway, your life is about to end, don't worry, I will go to see you when you die." ”

"I don't know if I'm going to die, but I guess you're dying!

"Bang!"

Pan Chen's upper body**, a sword appeared in front of him, a huge sword, this sword is full of traces of mutilation, witnessing the glory of the past!

"The Great Wilderness!"

At this moment, the entire Imperial Sword Sect was boiling, and some elders even rubbed their eyes, they were afraid that they had seen it wrong, what was the Great Wilderness?

Pan Chen moved his muscles and bones, his bones crackled, and he pulled up the Great Wilderness Sword!

"Kill!"

The next moment he moved, his figure was like an ape, the speed of the whole person was extremely fast, and the three forms of escape were completely displayed by him.

What is aesthetics? What is violence?

In his body, strength and beauty were fully displayed, and the two unrelated things were completely combined, and his incomparably heavy sword flew up and down in his hand.

Refreshing!

For the first time, he completely burst out of the power of his body, and his strength was not improved a little bit, it was too strong, and the second senior brother suddenly found that he was too wrong, and he couldn't capture the other party's figure at all.

"Is this his true strength?"

What was shocked was only the second senior brother, as well as everyone in the audience, and even the entire people of the Imperial Sword Sect, where did the other party look like a person, it was simply a strong ape in the world, and every move carried the power of opening mountains and splitting stones, which was not something that human beings could compete with at all.

"Bump!"

The figure of the second senior brother came into contact with his great wilderness, and flew out, his hand and arm were numb, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the other party's strength was too strong.

"Bump!"

Another sword, he was knocked out like a ball, and he found that the other party didn't want to beat him, but treated him as a ball, abusing him back and forth.

The scenes of his childhood echoed in his mind, and his figure kept flying around, leaving a heavy mark in the Imperial Sword Sect, and no one dared to mess with him from now on.

"Boom!"

The second senior brother's body slammed into the ground, and the sword in his hand flew out and was stuck diagonally on the ground, and the whole person lay on the ground with more air in and less air out.

He stepped on the other party's body, just like when he was a child, his words were domineering: "Remember that no one can run away from the person I want to beat Yu Qingfeng, I can beat you when I was a child, and it's the same now!"