Just as the people of Shaolin Temple were talking about how to deal with Chen Qingyang, the battle between Chen Qingyang and Han Ying started again.

Han Ying's strength, under Chen Qingyang's persecution, became more and more powerful, and one after another cold ice sword qi surged in all directions, covering almost the entire ring.

However, it still did not pose the slightest threat to Chen Qingyang, and with the speed of the Cloud Dragon's Nine Leaps, the cold and icy sword qi in the sky could not hurt Chen Qingyang in the slightest.

After fighting for a long time, seeing that she hadn't even touched the corners of Chen Qingyang's clothes, Han Ying was obviously a little anxious.

In a hurry, her swordsmanship was easy to show flaws, Chen Qingyang strode forward violently, but he did not attack Han Ying, but flashed past her.

When many people saw this scene, they all showed doubts.

Chen Qingyang obviously had a chance to defeat Han Ying just now, but he didn't choose to do so.

"Han Ying lost!" Chu Yingyue said lightly.

In fact, from the very beginning, Chu Yingyue knew that Han Ying's strength was very different from Chen Qingyang's, and she was not an opponent at the same level at all, and the reason why the battle had dragged on until now was because Chen Qingyang was keeping his hands.

How could Han Qianli not see that Chen Qingyang's strength was stronger, but Han Ying was defeated and had no power to fight back, which made her extremely unwilling in her heart, after all, Chen Qingyang was Yuan Haichan's disciple, and Yuan Haichan was the person Han Qianli hated the most.

"You've lost!" Chen Qingyang turned his head and looked at Han Ying with a smile and said.

Han Ying knew that Chen Qingyang had a chance to defeat her just now, but how could she say it if she admitted that she had failed?

"I haven't lost yet!" Han Ying said coldly.

"Really?" Chen Qingyang suddenly raised his right hand, and a few strands of green silk fluttered in the majesty.

"If I were going to kill you just now, it wasn't these hairs that I would have removed, but your head." Chen Qingyang said.

As soon as everyone saw the long hair in Chen Qingyang's hand, they realized that Chen Qingyang really kept his hand just now, but they didn't find it.

"You ......" Han Ying's face was slightly angry, and her eyes glared at Chen Qingyang viciously.

Hair is the thing of her body, but now it is held by Chen Qingyang, and Han Ying's heart has a feeling of being violated.

"Little thief, you forced me, if you can take this sword, I will admit defeat!" After Han Ying finished speaking, the long sword in her hand danced wildly, and her posture was like an ice butterfly dancing.

This move, Chen Qingyang had seen when Zuo Yan defeated Yiluan Zhenren, and it was so powerful that he still remembered it vividly.

Ice lotuses bloomed one after another in the cold sword tip, and the surrounding temperature dropped to the extreme again.

Ice Butterfly Sword Dance!

Ice Cloud Immortal Palace's extremely advanced swordsmanship.

At this time, Han Ying held a long sword in her hand, turning into a terrifying killing ice butterfly, and the sword qi around her body was vertical and horizontal, crushing towards Chen Qingyang.

Compared to the Ice Butterfly Sword Dance performed by Zuo Yan before, Han Ying at this moment was obviously a little powerless, and the number of ice butterflies conjured up was more than half, and the power was far inferior to Zuo Yanyan.

"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that you haven't fully mastered it, there are too many flaws!" Chen Qingyang's voice sounded slowly.

Although Chen Qingyang did not have any malicious intent, this sentence was extremely harsh in Han Ying's ears.

"Little thief, die!" Han Ying snorted angrily, and the speed of her body instantly climbed to the extreme, and the ice butterfly with terrifying sword intent exploded Chen Qingyang in an instant, and then exploded in an instant.

Chen Qingyang didn't want to waste any more time with Han Ying, so he stepped out with his left foot, leaving a real afterimage on the spot, but his body had already appeared five or six meters away.

After comprehending the fourth leap of the Cloud Dragon's Nine Leaps, Chen Qingyang's speed can be said to have reached a realm that seems to be real and illusory, and ordinary people can't tell which one is the real Chen Qingyang.

"Click!"

The ice butterflies that filled the void exploded wildly under the control of Han Ying, and the terrifying ice sword aura almost enveloped the entire ring, even affecting the martial artists fighting around.

The referee also had to make a timely move and wave a wall of energy qi to isolate Chen Qingyang and them from the ring.

Seeing the cold ice sword qi engulfing the whole person of "Chen Qingyang", Han Ying's slightly tired face couldn't help but smile.

"Hmph, you dare to underestimate my Ice Butterfly Sword Dance, see how you hide this time!" Han Ying snorted coldly, the smile on her face gradually bloomed, and it was obvious that she felt that she had won.

"Little junior sister, behind you!"

Just as Han Ying was waiting for the referee to announce her victory, suddenly a reminding voice came from the Ice Cloud Immortal Palace.

She was about to turn back, but her body suddenly stiffened there, and she couldn't move.

"Little junior sister, go down!"

Before she could finish speaking, Han Ying felt an extremely thick energy envelop her, forcibly sweeping her up, causing her body to be completely uncontrollable and flying towards the bottom of the ring.

"No!"

With an unwilling shout, Han Ying's body had already fallen from the ring, and she staggered a few steps before she could stand firm.

The power of Chen Qingyang's palm was very gentle, so it didn't hurt Han Ying, and the faces of the people in the Ice Cloud Immortal Palace softened a lot.

In the battle just now, Chen Qingyang could seriously injure or even kill Han Ying several times, but he didn't do so, and finally sent her out of the ring very "decently", this kind of practice won the favor of many people in the Ice Cloud Immortal Palace, and he forgot for a while that he was a disciple of Yuan Haichan.

"That's good." Chu Yingyue said with sincere appreciation.

"Hmph, I think he's deliberately humiliating Ying'er." Han Qianli snorted lightly, but her voice seemed somewhat unconfident.

The others smiled slightly bitterly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Qingyang was not deliberately humiliating Han Ying, otherwise he would have eliminated Han Ying in a more direct and rude way, but Han Qianli didn't want to admit it.

"Yanhuang Mountain wins!"

When the referee announced that Chen Qingyang had won, Han Ying below woke up like a dream, raised her head suddenly, and looked at Chen Qingyang with her teeth gently, the anger in her eyes gradually disappeared, and some were just unwilling and helpless.

"Prince, Chen Qingyang won, and his strength has become a lot stronger." Cardinal said with a slight surprise in his voice.

"It's not enough!" Ye Kunlun shook his head, still not opening his eyes to look at Chen Qingyang.

The meaning of his words is obvious, with the strength that Chen Qingyang is showing now, it is not enough to become his opponent.

"No matter how strong he becomes, he will never be able to catch up with you, the crown prince." The cardinal said confidently, and the gaze that looked at Ye Kunlun was also full of admiration.

As soon as Chen Qingyang stepped out of the ring, the other three matches ended accordingly, and the referee's voice sounded again.

"In the seventy-eighth battle, Ziwei Star Mansion fought against the Ye family in the Forbidden City."

As soon as he heard the five words "Ye Family in the Forbidden City", Chen Qingyang's body slammed.

Ye Kunlun, finally coming out!