Chapter Seventy-Three: A Sword Kill

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With this knife, a table behind Zhao Haochen suddenly scattered scattered, and a clear knife mark on the ground made of granite was embedded in it, several feet deep, and the dust in the inn was flying, covering everyone's sight.

Zhao Haochen's heart is very dangerous, after all, the gap between martial artists and martial cultivators is worlds apart.

Dodging this powerful knife, saying that it was too late, the long sword in Zhao Haochen's hand was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed, and it stabbed towards the throat of He Sui Mountain abruptly.

Zhao Haochen's sword has only one characteristic, and that is fast.

Everyone saw the cold light flashing, and saw Zhao Haochen's sword taken back, fast, it was simply too fast, as fast as thunder, moving like a ghost, Baisui Shan was shocked, he had been in the martial arts for many years, and he had a deep study of the crisis, and at this moment he actually felt a huge crisis enveloping him.

When his eyes were raised, he saw that this abrupt sword light had rubbed his hair, and he retreated quickly, Zhao Haochen was holding the long sword but approaching step by step, and the tip of the sword was rapidly enlarged in his pupils, but at this moment, He Suishan's body leaned back, his right foot landed on the ground, and his left foot kicked towards Zhao Haochen's right hand.

Zhao Haochen suddenly retracted the hilt of his sword, took a step back, and stood with his sword in his hand.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Lunar New Year, and the back was also cold.

I was almost planted in the hands of this junior just now, and I have palpitations.

His face was cold, he snorted angrily, his expression was cold, and he was angry, "The strength is not bad, but if you rely on this strength to go against the young master, then you will be dead!"

Zhao Haochen also looked at the New Year Mountain in his heart, if he was placed in someone else, he would have already become a ghost under his own sword. He also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to break through to the Wasteland Realm in one fell swoop.

In his opinion, this is the timing.

The green tendons on the hand of He Sui Shan suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, his face was hideous and scary, the long knife in his hand began to whistle in his hand, and the long knife waved in his hand, as if it was a huge windmill, but he didn't dare to underestimate the power of this windmill, because those who dared to underestimate this power died under this knife.

A huge whirlwind broke all the window edges, and the raging wind and snow outside the restaurant poured in, and the huge snow masses were all surging together under this whirlwind, and with the dance, the air resisted the huge cold current, and this huge windmill blew the cold air towards Zhao Haochen.

Everyone in the restaurant shuddered, and the well-informed exclaimed: "This is the famous stunt of Hesuishan Hurricane Broken Knife, I didn't expect this unknown young man to be able to force him to such a point!"

Everyone else was unusually shocked and appalled. The hurricane broken knife is said to be a knife out, a hundred knives broken, not only a hurricane, disturbing the enemy's mind, this move has broken a hundred blades, but this move also consumes a lot of energy, and there is also a considerable loss of mind, so except for desperate times, this move is generally not used.

Out of the perception of the old rivers and lakes, Zhao Haochen is dangerous, and he almost took his life with one move, so he is the most powerful killer move as soon as he makes a move, but it is a pity that he loves that log, how much pressure Zhao Haochen gave him.

The huge momentum enveloped the entire restaurant, and everyone was restless in their hearts, and their eyes were full of worry, of course, not for Zhao Haochen, but for fear that they would be affected by this momentum, and they would be injured if they didn't die.

The air was surging all around, the air was thunderous and exploding from time to time, and the earth swirled and fluttered in the storm, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Zhao Haochen looked at this tyrannical momentum, and his heart calmed down.

The surging air currents are surging and rippling, the wind and snow outside the window are raging, everyone in the restaurant is shrunk, and the aid has become a ridiculous lie, and there is no so-called chivalrous and bloody pride in the rivers and lakes; outside the restaurant, the victims are everywhere, the starvation is everywhere, the rivers and lakes are fighting, and the bloody revenge is taken, and who has stretched out a chivalrous hand, benevolence, righteousness, morality, and pride in the rivers and lakes are all jokes.

In the rivers and lakes, hard fists are the truth.

In the rivers and lakes, the fist is chivalrous.

In the rivers and lakes, life is benevolence and righteousness.

This is the rivers and lakes.

In an instant, Zhao Haochen saw a lot and had a new understanding of the rivers and lakes.

The eyes covered with ice and snow stared blankly at the dancing long knife, faintly as if he saw a trace of track, the long black and thick hair fluttering in the air, flying in the wind, and the handsome face was full of surprise.

He Suishan sneered, and the hideous scar on his face became even more eye-catching.

"Die!"

When everyone saw Zhao Haochen stunned, they couldn't help but mutter, quite seriously, and said: "After all, he is too young and lacks experience, and this momentum alone scares him stupid!"

"It seems that you have a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes, so you won't be afraid!" came the voice of disdain from the passage next to him, and the person who spoke was hesitant, but he couldn't say anything.

The awe-inspiring momentum was overwhelming, and the long knife strangled towards Zhao Haochen domineeringly.

The long knife is coming, and the next moment it will be in a different place, He Nianshan has a cruel smile on his face, and the rest of the people are hanging up with a look of disregard for themselves, and there is a faint sense of admiration, for Zhao Haochen, at most, his heart is tight, he shook his head, and sighed.

Zhao Haochen moved suddenly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards the center of Henian Mountain unhurriedly, without a trace of might, without a wisp of power, the simplest sword, without any fancy.

Everyone present shook their heads, knowing that this hurricane breaking knife could easily break someone else's ice blade, not to mention this sword without the slightest strength?

However, Zhao Haochen pointed out with a sword, as if a cold was coming, the raging and roaring wind seemed to be frozen, and the tyrannical snowflakes actually condensed in mid-air, and with Zhao Haochen's sword, they fell down one after another.

He Nian Shan stood in place, the blood on his chest spurting out, like a small river flowing endlessly.

"How is that possible?"

"How...... Will it ......" The people who eat melons were surprised inexplicably, the New Year Mountain was fragmented, the words were not finished, and the anger was broken.

The heavy clouds above the sky covered the entire heaven and earth, and the darkness spread like a tide around it, engulfing all the light between the heavens and the earth in an instant, and from time to time a thunderclap exploded.

This Apocalypse City is about to change!

In less than half a day, the news of Zhao Haochen's killing of the Hundred Broken Sword Lunar New Year Mountain spread all over Apocalypse City.

Finding an inn at random, Zhao Haochen sat cross-legged, and a momentum unique to the Desolate Yuan Realm swept through the entire inn.