The assessment continues.

Han Cheng tightened the Qingyao Sword in his hand and walked into the middle of the field, facing the unfamiliar faces around him and a pair of indifferent and disdainful eyes, he was still a little nervous, he bit his lip and took a deep breath, the cold breath poured into his nose, but it quickly calmed him down.

So many years of helplessness, so many years of hesitation, so many years of gloom, even if you fight for your life, it is worth it. ”

Han Cheng's eyes became more and more calm and sharp, but he gradually fell into some kind of strange calm.

This made the road bandit a little unhappy, and he was very unhappy, for today's trial, he even brought a group of friends, including an elder who had already stated that he would accept him as a disciple, just because he was scared by Liu Qingfeng yesterday to find some ground, so as not to really make Liu Qingfeng feel that he was easy to bully, but today Liu Qingfeng is not there.

"Where's that guy?" said the bandit, displeased.

Han Cheng didn't understand too much, and was stunned before he remembered what the road bandit said: "Qingfeng has something to do." ”

"Hmph, he's scared, isn't he? Seeing that I also brought someone here today, I'm too scared to see anyone?" the bandit laughed a little exaggeratedly.

"You don't have to hide the fear in your heart in this way, Qingfeng is not there because he is also going to participate in the Qingyun Club, and he also needs to practice. Han Cheng said slowly, not feeling how bad his thoughts were in the heart of the road bandits, but it was better this way.

The road bandit was furious when he heard this: "Boy, you will regret it!"

"Even if I regret it, I have no regrets. Han Cheng tightened the sword in his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, are you fighting?"

"Look for death!"

The road bandit was angry from the heart, he was completely enraged by Han Cheng, and he didn't even bother to do the most basic etiquette, and the sword was straight up, and the speed was so fast that Han Cheng was really surprised. Although Han Cheng had already seen this person's amazing cultivation yesterday, he only knew how terrible this person was when he came here today.

The figure that swept by quickly felt like a wild leopard galloping on the grassland, one point faster than the flaming wolf, and because of the speed of his approaching figure, Han Cheng couldn't even look at Chu He's chestnut appearance, only felt that the pair of eyes full of murderous intent and anger on his face were like hunting beasts.

Then followed by a sword raised, the blade from the bottom up, oblique at an angle, not like a slash, but this sweeping momentum, the edge of the blade slashed the air flow like a stream of water slapping on the water's bank, and when it pounced on Han Cheng's door, the cyan light even tore his vision in half.

This sword was only completed in an instant.

The strong wind in his face even made Han Cheng almost suffocated, and his long hair was like a flock of frightened little sheep, constantly dragging his body backwards until he withdrew ten steps away, as if he had just dodged this sword.

But!

The air cracked, followed by a thud, and in the cracked air was a sword blade with a cold cyan light, the edge of which was extremely sharp, and I was afraid that even the steel plate could be cut by the strength of this sword.

Han Cheng's whole body was frightened by this shadowy sword, his speed was fast enough, but his reaction was agile enough, but when this sword fell, he couldn't pull his body out from under the blade of this sword, this feeling was like a chicken on the grassland being stared at by an eagle in the sky.

Even if he tried his best to flee and retreat, the pair of claws that shrouded the sky seemed to tighten the four fields.

Han Cheng hurriedly raised his hand and lowered the sword in front of him.

This is his subconscious action, he knows that he can't avoid this sword, the road bandit is indeed very strong, it is already a third-layer cultivation of internal strength, compared to the second-layer cultivation of Han Cheng's internal strength, it is one layer higher, although this layer is just a superposition of numbers, but behind this number is hidden years of tempering and years, and the strength is naturally far above Han Cheng.

The sword in his hand sank, sinking very much, and the vibration sensation from the sword body even shook his hand numbly, and even the bones in his shoulder were shocked as if dislocated, grinning his teeth in pain, and his body was also knocked down and withdrawn by this sword attack, and he staggered back several steps.

But!

Another strong wind swept in, and the dust on the ground was lifted.

All around were filled with a strong force, like a storm swept away.

The sound of the wind was accompanied by the familiar sound of cracking, piercing the ears as if they were piercing directly into the depths of the heart.

The second sword of the road bandit had already started again, and before Han Cheng could even stabilize his body, he felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and the sword he raised hit the attack of a force splitting the axe board, and with a click in his hand, it was directly cut out of the crack by this sword.

Han Cheng took advantage of the situation to take a few more steps back, his throat was sweet, and he spit out blood with a "wow", such a strong attack, he couldn't parry it at all, and took his hand in front of him to take a look, the back of his hand holding the sword was like broken glass, this was the offensive that directly shattered the back of his hand with the power of the two swords just now.

His whole arm was numb, and he couldn't control the trembling, and the blood on the back of his hand moistened his fingertips and moistened his strong heart.

"How?" The road bandit smiled at the corner of his mouth, although his two sword attacks consumed a lot of internal strength, they were enough to suppress Han Cheng's momentum, but he was also a little surprised in his heart, originally he thought that Han Cheng would fall under his second sword, but Han Cheng was still standing in front of him.

"This guy's steps are really a bit strange, he looks twisted, but his feet are like roots rooted in the ground, if he were an ordinary person, I would definitely destroy him with these two swords. ”

Even if Han Cheng is still standing, at this time it also makes many formal disciples embarrassed, the offensive of the two swords just now is so strong that many formal disciples can't take it, and many of the formal disciples are actually only cultivating in the inner strength realm, every year in addition to selecting qualified people from the miscellaneous disciples, the rainforest gate also accepts people from the outside, some are brought in by the elders of the rainlin gate, and some are brought in through other ways, but it is undeniable that if you can't cultivate to the true qi realm, the miscellaneous disciples of the internal strength realm are not very happy.

The blood in his mouth is sweet, the wound on the back of his hand is painful, and the goal in his heart is firm, this is the feeling that Han Cheng feels from his body now that he has abandoned all distracting thoughts.

Maybe the bandits are strong enough!

But -- so what? yes, so what?

Han Cheng's more and more calm gaze slowly became deeper, as deep as a bottomless ocean, he remembered what Qingfeng said last night, as long as he found a flaw.

"It's too late for you to throw in the towel. The road bandit found that Han Cheng was not frightened back by his even overturning offensive, but there was still a calm in his eyes that he couldn't understand, and there was a faint smile in that calm.

Laughing?

This demon!

The road bandits felt very unbelievable, if ordinary people couldn't beat others, they would naturally be afraid, even if they didn't want to admit defeat, at least they would show a scared expression. How did he know that Han Cheng had been living in despair all these years, and he would never realize how much a little ant who was crawling hard in the dark yearned for and cared about the occasional foaming sunlight sprinkled overhead, just because of this ray of sunshine, Han Cheng couldn't even take his life, so where was he afraid?

Already struggling in despair, what else can be feared?

Han Cheng smiled slightly, his eyes were not only deep, but also clear.

The road bandit was already stronger than Han Cheng, how could he stand Han Cheng's expression, in his opinion, this was completely a humiliating provocation, because Han Cheng was not afraid of him at all, this was angering Dao Ye!