"Senior Brother......" Suddenly no one paid attention to the competition below, this old man named Phantom Luck had an extraordinary status in the Sword Sect, and sometimes he was even more respected than the real person in charge of the sect, Qing Xuanzi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But what was happening above, Han Zaixin didn't know about it, and he was still lightly dealing with the attack of Ming Ming, the Sword Sect junior brother!

The long sword in Ming Ming's hand was like lightning, like a meteor, stabbing straight at it, without the sword light flickering, but it attracted the surrounding air, forming a sealed and closed space, oppressing Han Zaixin's movements.

Han Zaixin felt that his body was directly locked in a cage, and it was even difficult to move his hands and feet, and he immediately knew that this Sword Sect disciple named Ming Ming was also a strong man, this was not a strong man in cultivation, but a strong man with strange swordsmanship, which made people suffer a big loss if they didn't pay attention.

His sword, which can manipulate the air around him, is not the wind, but all the thin everything in the air, and can even distort the light, plunge people into endless darkness, let the air disperse, and sink people's ears.

All of this is so weird and unpredictable, the sword skills of the Sword Sect are definitely more than 10 million, and the swordsmanship with countless mysterious effects emerges in endlessly, which can be described as difficult to deal with!

It's just that what kind of person is Han Zaixin, he is not an ordinary disciple of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, Ming Ming's move was suddenly used, even Chu Yunfei, who was the first person in the inner sect, was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it, and he would fall into a hurry, but Han Zaixin didn't care!

I saw that the True Yuan on his body exploded instantly, and the Five Elements Chaotic True Yuan circulating in the veins in all his body directly exploded. The air hiss was directly torn apart, and then dissipated, and the power that imprisoned him around him was instantly directly shattered.

"Such a strong True Yuan power, what kind of attribute is this True Yuan, it is so majestic, so that the confined space formed by my swordsmanship will collapse under direct contact!" Ming Ming was horrified in his heart, his idea at the beginning was the same as Huang Wenkai's little fat man, that is, to try his best to express himself, so that the predecessors of the Sword Sect would remember him, so that there would be a slim chance of being promoted to the True Inheritance.

But now, I'm afraid that all his thoughts and calculations will come to naught, and in the face of Han Zaixin, he really feels an insurmountable sense of loss. The gentle young man on the opposite side, although he still looks unusually immature, is like a warrior who has trained a powerful fighting instinct after thousands of battles.

When ordinary people are confined to prison, they will only struggle meaninglessly, whether it is to use brute force or to stimulate powerful sword moves, it takes time, which gives Ming Ming an opportunity.

This space was not cultivated by Ming Ming himself, but evolved by himself after his swordsmanship reached a certain realm. Confined space can hold the enemy in place, allowing him to take the lead. This space will become more and more stable with his cultivation improvement, and it will not even be difficult to trap and kill the powerhouse of the Xuanwu realm in the end.

But who would have thought that there would be such a powerful monk as Han Zaixin, and the accumulation of a true yuan in the Lingwu realm was already comparable to that of the vast majority of monks who had just entered the true martial realm, and such a powerful true yuan would be broken in an instant.

This situation made Ming Ming lose the opportunity, not only exposed his hole cards in vain, but even entered the opponent's attack range in the rush just now.

Sure enough, I saw Han Zaixin's arm stretched, and suddenly the long sword with the sheath swept over directly, and the sword qi was as unique as the scabbard, directly knocking people out, but it was not pierced into the body like a sharp sword, but directly slapped away.

"What a powerful Senior Brother Han!" Ming Ming was directly pulled away by Han Zaixin, trying to stabilize his body in mid-air, but he strangely found that his true yuan was suppressed by an extremely powerful true yuan at this moment.

Mingming himself belongs to the water attribute, and he is a true blue color, like a lake. But at this time, a fire phoenix is high above this lake, condescending to look at this peaceful true yuan.

However, the blazing temperature on this fire phoenix almost evaporated the True Yuan Lake below, and the True Yuan Lake that had only been condensed in the past ten years of cultivation became smaller and smaller, and it was even about to dry up completely in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, this discovery made Ming Ming's face break out in a cold sweat, and even his soul flew out of the sky: "Senior Brother Han, be merciful to your subordinates!" Ming Ming exclaimed in mid-air, his voice was extremely sad.

"This is just a lesson, those who count people, people always count, since they are not prepared to fight openly, then there is only one way to compare the means under the hands!" Han Zaixin didn't open his mouth, but his voice directly passed through the space and reached the ears of Ming Ming, who was still flying out in mid-air.

"......Boom" Mingming smashed directly on the bluestone slab outside the ring, smashing out a pit, as if his whole person was directly embedded in the ground. Immediately, two deacons of the Sword Sect stepped forward and pulled him out.

"How is this junior brother, are you alright?" asked the sect deacon with concern.

But his culture is destined not to respond, because at this time, Mingming not only fell out of his body, but also the fear brought by the thinner and thinner true yuan at this time, which almost completely crushed him!

"As long as you can survive it, then it can be regarded as a creation for you!" Han Zaixin's words once again appeared in Ming Ming's sea of knowledge, but the two Sword Sect deacons beside him turned a deaf ear.

"Senior Brother Han, the junior brother doesn't dare anymore! The junior brother just wants to enter the eyes of the sect's predecessors, so he has to make this decision!" "Ming Ming, as a disciple who has been in the Sword Sect for ten years, is already close to thirty years old at this time, but he has always been stuck in the ranking of five or six hundred among the inner disciples.

He wants to be a human being, he wants to live longer, he wants to live a long time. So he had to climb up, and there were most such people in the cultivation world.

"Who doesn't want to live longer, and if it's excusable, then just get through it, and count it as your reward for finding me a new idea!" Han Zaixin said, without saying a word, and then turned to leave.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Han to be so terrifying, he defeated me with just one sword, it was a powerful swordsmanship secretly passed down in the Sword Sect, and Senior Brother Han didn't even seem to have stimulated the sword qi!" Mingming couldn't help but admire me even more in his heart.

Although Han Zaixin used the second meaning of the Xuanji Three Swallows that shook the five plums with a sword, it was not a sword qi, but the power formed by shaking the air, and Han Zaixin couldn't emit an invisible sword qi! His True Yuan had all the five elements, and it was absolutely impossible for him to become colorless and transparent.

So this time, Han Zaixin can be said to have defeated his opponent with only one of the simplest scabbard sweeps! )