With a bang, the sword in Han Cheng's hand sank, and the bones on his shoulders and arms were cracked with pain, he was shocked by this sword and retreated a few steps away, and the corner of his eye glanced at the Qingyao Sword in his hand, which had been broken into two under such a heavy blow just now, and only half of the Qingyao Sword in his hand was left.

The road bandit kicked two deep breaths, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he swung out more than a dozen swords in a row, but he still couldn't knock down Han Cheng, on the contrary, most of the internal strength in his body had been consumed, and he was no longer as strong and full as he was at the beginning. Looking at Han Cheng, although the blood spit out of his mouth had already stained his chest red, and his face was getting paler and paler, his eyes with tenacity could not be seen in the slightest wavering.

"Damn, this guy is so tough, he's wearing a scale armor?"

The road bandit saw the faintly revealed scale light on Han Cheng's body through the hole in Han Cheng's clothes: "No wonder this is the case, my sword just now must have been slashed on him, and it must have been because of the armor that didn't cut him." ”

His hands hurt so much, his shoulders hurt so much, his back hurt so much, his chest hurt so much, his legs hurt so much! There was almost no place in his whole body where Han Cheng could feel comfortable, the heavy smell of blood in his mouth stimulated every nerve in his mouth, although the road bandit was really strong, he didn't have the confidence to defeat his opponent, but he knew that if he fell now, his life would fall at this moment in the future.

After so many years, there is only a ray of sunshine!

Die, don't give up, right?

A smile flashed at the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, twisted the remnant sword in his hand, and looked at the road bandit with a clear and empty gaze, seeing the other party's rapid breathing, he knew that the other party had also consumed a lot, and he knew that as long as he persevered, he would definitely have hope of victory.

"Die!"

The road bandit rushed closer, like a vicious wolf with its hideous fangs exposed, and the Qingyao Sword that swung out seemed to smash the last piece of green in Han Cheng's vision.

Han Cheng raised the sword in his hand and blocked the blow.

Then he got up from the ground, coughing blood flowing down his throat, but he didn't feel any melancholy or sadness, as if the pain in his whole body didn't feel anything for him.

Many disciples and elders who were watching the battle on the side also lost that little bit of abandonment, and were shocked by the young man in front of him who was covered in blood, the second layer of internal strength and the third layer of internal strength were completely two levels of collision, although this young man practiced a strange step, but after all, the background was not as good as that of the road bandits.

It's just that the trace of yearning revealed in the eyes of this plainly dressed young man has frustrated everyone's eyes, many people know that Xiuzhen may be a road full of novelty and mystery, but in fact, Xiuzhen is more of a cruel and unscrupulous road.

Once you enter the cultivation gate, you will die and be alive.

For so many years, the only goal of cultivators stepping into Xiuzhen is to pray for the ethereal 'immortal' realm, however, the powerful are like the ninth heaven of immortals, and the weak are like ants like Han Cheng, and they die together on this road that seems to never be reached.

For thousands of years, the only purpose of cultivating truth has been obsession.

"This boy, if he has everything, will definitely be a character in the future. ”

"can endure this, ignore fate, how many people still fall on the word 'fear' after all. ”

"If he really loses this competition, I am willing to petition the sect to accept him, and it is very rare to be able to stick to an obsession like this. ”

"Let's take a look first, this kid's breath is wrong, you see that the ragged clothes are still wearing scale armor, how do I feel that this scale armor is not like it is wearing. ”

At this time, at the periphery of the crowd, a pair of eyes like water beads were staring at the simple young man who was stained red with blood in the field, these eyes were filled with tears, her heart was not indifferent after all, but her heart had already been filled with another person.

She didn't know what the boy's almost roaring roar meant, but she could tell that the roar was a quick release from the boy's repressive life after so many years.

Go for your dreams.

"Catch, catch. Han Cheng was forced away by a sword, the blade of the sword slashed against his left shoulder, pulling up a spark, the tip of the sword was close to his chest, but it was straight to the vital point of his throat.

This sword is extremely fierce, and the attack is extremely powerful, behind this sword is a pair of eyes with murderous intent, obviously the other party is trying to knock him down with this sword.

It's time to fight it out!

Han Cheng's black pupils caught the cyan light that swam through, but he was not afraid at all, his eyes flashed with a fine light, and the internal strength of his whole body exploded at this moment, how did the internal strength from his chest and abdomen dye his arms, and only half of the Qingyao Sword was lifted by him. Originally, he had already put this sword across his chest to stop the road bandit's Qingyao sword from going straight in, but Han Cheng was fighting for life and death, let go of this sword, and held his hand to interrupt the sword, sail for a long time, and go straight through the road bandit's chest.

This sword is castrated very quickly, and it is also very absolute, and it is bound to be seriously injured.

It seems that Han Cheng believes that the sword of the road bandit can't kill him, but in fact, he just believes in his "Panzong Step", and when the sword goes straight into the throat for only half an inch, his body tilts at an angle.

Han Cheng didn't know that he was very sure of victory, he only knew that between life and death, he had already chosen to die, so he knew that if the other party did not accept this sword, he would definitely die, but he was not afraid because the sword he handed out was the chest of the road bandit.

Not good!

Although the road bandit is very sure of victory, he still has a lot of worries about life and death after all, the world is evil and greedy for life, this is not the bad root of people, but the nature of people, in fact, Han Cheng is also afraid of death, but after so many years of dark life, he knows that if he wants to take out of life, he must take the step of death.

Even if it's death, it's worth it!

If you live a life of mediocrity, it is not like this, at this moment, the sword handed out, the step out is happy.

The road bandit's sword was collected, and the tip of the sword escaped, it was a big direction, he was naturally unwilling to fight to the death with Han Cheng, he cultivated to the third layer of internal strength, even if he didn't win, he had the opportunity to become a formal disciple, the first time he felt fear, it was from the bottom of his heart that he was afraid, this is not his weakness, but it is the nature and instinct of people who yearn for 'life'.

However, he will never admit defeat like this.

The sword sent by Han Cheng was too close, and he couldn't stop it, but he had avoided the edge of this sword, even if he was seriously injured, it would not cause it, but he would never let Han Cheng go so easily, he suddenly had a swing of internal strength, and the internal strength of his whole body had poured into his arm, and the sword that went out just now was twisted in a direction by him, like a flood, and the sword fell on Han Cheng's shoulder at once.

The scattered air currents formed a wind knife, and Han Cheng felt as if he was in the midst of countless wind blades, and the sound of sword blades splitting could be heard all over his body, and his clothes were shredded like broken snowflakes, revealing a body embedded with scales.

This scene shocked everyone at once.

The pair of watery eyes in the crowd were also stunned.

"It's ......"

"Is it a way to practice oneself? Oh no, this kind of evil method is expressly forbidden, and only people in the demon path can practice such strange evil methods. ”

"It turned out to be a spy of the Demon Gate, catch him quickly!"

Before Han Cheng could wake up to the joy of victory, a cold white sword light fell from the sky, directly cutting the scale armor on his body and cutting the flesh and bones on his body, this was a flying sword, the pain instantly hit his brain, and he fell to the ground, dying.