“This battle is very lingering.”

Yahe and his wife are not swordsmen, but they have seen many of the styles of the peak sword immortals. Yahe said:

"If you don't take out your own sword, even if you are holding an immortal sword, at the speed just now, your chances of winning against Han Song are less than 30%.

"Yes, the talented Taoist practice is amazing, but from the perspective of the weather, there is no difference in the realm of the jade level, and it is difficult for 'Sword Yi' to suppress Han Song..."

...

Others have similar ideas. The old Taoist in the stone pavilion has a more direct review:

"If you don't take out your own sword, you will definitely lose this battle. If you take out your own sword, it will be a situation of Sanqi. The difference is only one level, God..."

Before the old Taoist could finish his words, his pupils shrank and he took a step forward!—

Outside the Sugu Peak, thousands of people stood in silence, staring at the two tiny figures a hundred feet away.

The cold sword intent of the Senlong sword climbed up step by step and spread out from the sword platform, gradually causing the low-level monks to feel stuffy in their chests and instinctively retreating.

Han Song held the sword edge in his hand and pointed to the ground slightly. He slightly turned into a sword lifting up his own sword. He pressed the sword edge with his left hand and his feet were ready to go. He was already the most perfect posture to defend the enemy, both offense and defense, staring at the white-robed swordsman in the distance.

Zuo Lingquan has shown seriousness for the first time in so many days, so serious that he has no distractions, and he is also staring at Han Song.

The sword intent is unfolded before the sword is drawn to interfere with the other party's mind and find flaws.

Zuo Lingquan could not control the power of his soul. He knew that he could deal with it in advance with the move, so he had to use the God-killing sword intent to intimidate the other party, so he could distract the other party, and thus find an opportunity to draw the sword.

But Han Song is still at the Jade Level. He was born in the Sword Sect and can be said to have grown up on the ring since he was a child. He has long been accustomed to this kind of game.

As his name suggests, Han Song was as pine as his body, and his silk was still motionless, and his breath was extremely even. His powerful soul even interfered with Zuo Lingquan in reverse.

Zuo Lingquan could not control the power of the soul, but the strength of the soul was not weak. He was not shocked by the other party, but he still felt a little restless.

After a long confrontation, Zuo Lingquan lost without having to draw his sword.

Knowing that he could not suppress the other party, Zuo Lingquan thought about it, and the Xuanming Sword on his waist had already left the scabbard.

Sao

Almost no one can see how Zuo Lingquan sets out his sword, and so does Han Song.

But Han Song relied on the power of the soul to lock Zuo Lingquan's entire body, and at the moment the soul wave spread towards his arms, he had already made a move.

When outsiders went to the sword platform, Han Song took the initiative and turned into a blue phantom, and went directly to the center of the sword platform.

At this time, the swordsman in white robe turned into a dazzling sword light, just like last time, and rushed towards his opponent.

Although most monks can't see the difference, the masters on the mountain can see it clearly.

When a swordsman fights, the difference between life and death is the difference between life and death.

The old ancestor Xiaoshan, who was hanging in the air, showed a little contempt in his eyes when he saw this scene, and knew that Zuo Lingquan was sure to lose.

Han Song took the initiative to rush out, and he already knew that the timing and direction of Zuo Lingquan's sword was pointing at his right chest. He rushed out several steps in advance before the opponent could barely take action. If he couldn't defend himself, then he would be a god.

As for whether the other party would be shot, Han Song was not worried at all, because the other party could not hide the fluctuations in his soul. He would show signs in advance if he did anything, and he was not afraid of unexpected situations at all.

In an instant.

The white-robed swordsman pushed the ancient sword and turned into a dazzling sword light, attacking Han Song. The sword energy was like a black dragon, and the point where he pointed was Han Song's heart.

Han Song moved his body sideways in advance, and the sharp blade in his hand was on the side of Zuo Lingquan's sword tip. While forcibly shifting the sword force, he stabbed Zuo Lingquan's right chest.

The sword is so fast that it is impossible to turn. Even if it can be forced to deflect a little, at most a blood groove will be opened on Han Song's chest, which will not be fatal at all.

It can be said that before the two of them fought, the winner was already destined. Even if it was a difference in one level, the suppression of the Jade Level on the half-step Jade Level was so strong that people could not imagine any chance of backhand.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan even began to analyze the situation. Han Song did not directly kill him. The white-robed swordsman could not kill Han Song, so he didn't need to take action...

Even Han Song had a little distracting thought flashed through his mind, thinking about how to stinker with his mouth later to relieve his anger.

But Han Song's distracting thoughts just arose and immediately turned into shock.

Because unexpected things happened!

And it makes people want to break their heads, but they never expect such an accident.

When Han Song was concentrating on his mind, he suddenly realized that after the other party found that he could not stab, his body had violent soul fluctuations.

This kind of fluctuation is very strange, it is like to tear the soul apart in an instant, pulling out another arm from the arm.

If a person has only two arms, he will also tear his soul to pieces. If the third one appears, it is a monster, and his body cannot do it.

But Han Song clearly felt that he had two right arms holding two swords and stabbing towards him, while the other one was still pointing to his chest!

Han Song confirmed that Zuo Lingquan only had one right arm and a sword, so he could not infer how the other party drew his sword, and even warned of the sword on Zuo Lingquan's waist.

Soon, the next move with abnormal soul fluctuations came.

The white-robed swordsman was approaching, and the ancient simplicity sword stabbed with a sharp sword that could pierce the world and everything, but was hit on the side by Han Song's sword and moved outward.

Han Song pushed the Xuanming Sword that condensed the vast sword energy and passed by, avoiding this 'Sword Yi', but when he was halfway through, an incomprehensible situation occurred.

Han Song was connected with the sword's original life. First of all, the tip of the sword was empty, and the ancient sword that had been stabbed seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But the Xuanming Sword, which was wrapped in a powerful sword energy, was still stabbing in front of his vision, and the sword energy did not dissipate because this sword was originally real.

Han Song was in a daze and found that the arm of the white-clothed swordsman in front of him was blurred. Another sharp sword that was not inferior to that appeared out of thin air, pointing at his right chest with an invincible momentum and had already arrived in front of him.

This fucking?!

Han Song was so irritated that he had seen too many people on the mountain in his entire life, but he had never seen this scene before.

Han Song knew that the other party had two swords, but with the naked eye, the two sword shadows could hardly tell the difference between the front and back. While he pushed the first sword, the second sword had reached his chest. If he hadn't noticed the fluctuations of the soul and the touch of the sword tip in advance, he would have mistakenly thought that the first sword had forked.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan in the sky was full of shock. He could see all the details clearly, but he was still unbelievable.

"Jianyi" is to devote all your knowledge and do your best. Even if you have the extra effort, even if you don't have the ability to achieve Jianyi, you can only start from other aspects when you cannot improve your "Jianyi" killing power. The easiest thing to think of is naturally "one sword is not enough, then another sword is used."

The ancestor Xiaoshan also tried it. After finding that the interval could not be shortened to the limit, he gave up this path. Unexpectedly, there were really fools in the world who would do this, and they could really practice it!

Although he can still tell that there are two swords, it is meaningless to tell that there is no difference. The distance between the first sword and the second sword is so short that it is negligible. If he can draw a sword, Han Song does not have that great ability to defend again, which is equivalent to a killing skill.

One sword killing is the core of "Sword Yi". Even if you know all the details and know the roads of the entire department, your physical limit is still destined to be impossible to avoid. This is the essence of "Sword Yi", and this sword is obviously stronger than "Sword Yi" that breaks all the laws with one sword in the same realm!

The stunning in the eyes of the ancestor Xiaoshan was unconcealed. I never expected that today, on such an occasion, I could see the most dazzling brilliance of this sword top from an unknown young man.

Although he is in a hostile state, as a swordsman, the ancestor Xiaoshan still feels honor deep in his heart.

Because only the swordsmen on the top of the mountain understand how difficult this sword is.

If you don’t say you realize it, even if you see it, you can say that you have no regrets in this life!

The only regret is that the only one who can understand the style of this sword present is Xiaoshan Ancestor.

The old Taoist in the stone pavilion does not follow the sword path, so the eyes are filled with stunning and confusion.

And the rest of the people are just the foil under this sword light!

In the eyes of countless monks watching, the scene is no different from the match against Song Qianji.

First, Han Song's sword light flashed, and then the white-robed swordsman turned into a sword light and passed through the hundred-foot sword platform.

call out

The sword roared like the roar of the dragon in the sea, but this time there was a little more noise than last time, and it was not as clear as it was.

When everyone saw the figures on the stage again, the scene was exactly the same.

The white-robed swordsman stood in front of the Panlong Wall, looked up at the ancestor Xiaoshan above, and the ancient sword in his hand slowly filled it with the scabbard without any smoke and dust.

Crack ~Click

The long sword is sheathed.

Like Song Qianji, Han Song stood in the center of the podium with an additional sword hole on his chest.

Han Song's face was not even terrifying and shocked, but his eyes were full of confusion. He looked down at the sword hole in his chest, as if he was wondering how this sword hole appeared...!

Everyone's eyes were dull. They might have guessed that Han Song would lose, but they didn't guess Han Song's way of losing. There was no difference between him and Song Qianji, and they were killed instantly with one sword.

In their impression, "Jianyi" should not be so domineering, which is contrary to common sense.

And beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, there is a white pool with sword energy soaring into the sky.

The white-haired old man held a fishing rod and his eyes were placed in the pool water below. His eyes were calm but very focused.

Behind the old man, four men in different costumes stood or sat, talking to each other:

"What a quick sword!"

"Who is this boy? I haven't heard of it before."

"Old ancestor, what do you think of this son?"

The old man fishing didn't have much expression, he just commented casually:

"Before entering the world, I have become a saint, but I am better than the heavens and the demons. It's okay."

"This is okay?! Then we..."

"You are trash."

"Forehead……"
To be continued...