"Mist Slash!"

With a burst of shouts, Zhao Fengyin stepped on his feet and rushed towards Han Chen, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand slashed out in the air.

The sharp sword light flashed, dazzling like the aurora, but like a thick fog, there was no trace and no trace to be found.

The two sword qi true dragons rushed up, and only slightly resisted, they were slashed through, cut in half, and then exploded.

And that dazzling sword light tore through the air and continued to slash towards Han Chen.

This sword light has already weakened a lot, Han Chen shook the Mo Han Sword, the huge force collapsed, directly shattered it, and stomped on the ground under his feet, with a 'bang' sound, Han Chen jumped into the air.

"Twin swords, triple inch slash!"

Flipping his body, Han Chen's arms were spread, like a windmill of two swords, he slashed through a huge sword arc and slashed down fiercely.

"Fog rises from the sky!"

Seeing this, Zhao Fengyin was not afraid at all, and with a pull of the long sword, he picked it up fiercely, affecting Han Chen.

Bang!

The blades collided, and a deafening sound erupted.

The shock wave swung out, and the fierce wind, like a blade, shot out in all directions, causing many people around the square to change their complexions, and they all released spiritual energy shields to block them.

The sound of 'click, click' sounded, and the floor under Zhao Fengyin's feet cracked inch by inch, the rubble scattered, and his feet fell into the rubble of the floor.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Fengyin's eyes widened, and with a burst of shouts, the long sword shook, and Han Chen collapsed.

Han Chen was in the air, and he flew out, but he saw the cyan brilliance surging on his body, and with a 'bang', the wide green luan wings unfolded, and with a fierce shock, the wind swirled, and he instantly stabilized his body, and then shook again. turned into a green rainbow and rushed towards Zhao Fengyin.

"You're looking for death!"

Zhao Fengyin's eyes were cold, and his face was even more gloomy, almost dripping water.

With a low roar, his body shook, and the terrifying aura slowly awakened like a sleeping dragon, and then rose from him.

The pinnacle of the two-star Sword Emperor!

This moment. Zhao Fengyin showed his own cultivation without any reservations.

But, that's not the end of it.

After releasing all his breath, Zhao Fengyin raised his sword horizontally, soared into the sky, and attacked Han Chen.

On the way to the people, a faint mist, centered on him. He emerged from the void, but in the blink of an eye, he was enveloped in it, not completely invisible, but also blurred.

"Fog Kill!"

With a burst of applause, Zhao Fengyin's long sword was raised high and slashed down.

"Can't catch it!"

Han Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, in his soul perception. Zhao Fengyin, who was in the mist, became extremely illusory. Can't be caught at all.

It's like a flocculent in the wind, you can see it clearly, but it's hard to catch it.

Not only that, but Zhao Fengyin's sword was completely uncatchable by Han Chen.

The two swords were raised, and they crossed up. Cross-sky blocking.

Clang!

Zhao Fengyin's sword slashed, sparks exploded, and he was lucky to be blocked by Han Chen.

But he was uncomfortable, and his fierce strength was like a tide. Directly surging over, such as being suppressed and impacted by a mountain peak.

Han Chen couldn't stop his body at all, and fell downward.

Qingluan's wings shook fiercely, and the wind swirled, impacting on the martial arts stage, turning into a storm wave of wind, rolling up the gravel and dust, and scattering in all directions.

However, Han Chen also took advantage of this to stabilize his figure and fall.

Looking up at Zhao Fengyin, Han Chen's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.

Artistic conception!

That's right, the layers of mist around Zhao Fengyin are the manifestation of his artistic conception.

The artistic conception of fog!

It is not the artistic conception of the five elements, but the artistic conception of the fog that is quite special.

"The fog is impermanent, even more normal, ethereal, elusive, no wonder I couldn't capture his figure and even the trajectory of the sword just now!" Han Chen said secretly in his heart.

"Han Chen, I have to admit that you are a genius!" In the air, Zhao Fengyin did not rush to make a move, he stood in the void, his eyes lowered, looking down at Han Chen below, and said coldly: "Only the cultivation of the Nine-Star Sword King Realm can fight with me to such a point, such an act, even the top three people of the Bronze Sword Hundred Battle List, can't do it!"

Hearing Zhao Fengyin's words, no one present disagreed.

Even the three of Qianshan Jiuye, Su Murong and Na Yan Yunfeng did not show displeasure, because this was the truth.

Back then, they were at the strength of Han Chen's cultivation, and they could do this.

"However, it's over in the end, you will definitely lose today!" Zhao Fengyin's eyes were cold, and his long sword pointed directly at Han Chen, and said coldly.

"That's not necessarily!" Han Chen raised his head, met Zhao Fengyin's gaze, and said coldly.

Rumble!

The moment the voice fell, Han Chen stepped on his feet, and a low roar reverberated from his body.

An extremely terrifying aura, like a volcano, burst out from his body.

The breath stirred, setting off an endless wind.

The pinnacle of the nine-star sword king!

That's right, this is exactly Han Chen's cultivation realm.

But that's not all!

After Zhenyuan Xiuwei was completely released, Han Chen's knees were slightly bent and his posture was slightly heavy, as if he was a creeping beast.

Bang la blah

At this moment, people seemed to hear the sound of flowing water coming from Han Chen's body.

At the moment when the sound of flowing water sounded, a fierce aura emanated from Han Chen's body, not as amazing as the true yuan breath, but at the moment when this fierce aura appeared, around the square, many people's faces changed slightly.

A strong sense of crisis surged up in their hearts and quickly spread throughout their bodies.

At this moment, Han Chen is like a magical beast, which is full of solemnity.

"Oh, I didn't expect to hide a hand, and my physical cultivation was much higher than that of Zhenyuan Cultivation!" In the corner of the square, Yan Yunfeng's eyes lit up and showed a smile.

"This kid really has some means!" Jing Han nodded slightly, but his tone was still so cold.

"It's extremely difficult to cultivate both inside and outside. But it is not easy for him to go hand in hand and reach such a state. On the other side of the square, among the pair of young men and women, Su Murong nodded lightly and said, "And now, this Han Chen's physical cultivation is actually a few chips, it's really not easy!"

"Qi and blood are like mercury, this is a realm that requires extremely high physical strength to achieve!" Qianshan Jiuye smiled slightly, and said: "His original True Yuan cultivation and that physical body cultivation are both the pinnacle of the Nine-Star Sword King, although he can compete with Zhao Fengyin, but it is reluctant!"

"Now that the strength of the physical body has increased so much, and it has gone straight to the Sword Emperor realm, the improvement of this strength is not as simple as one plus one!"

Although he hadn't fought yet, and Han Chen hadn't made a move yet, Qianshan Jiuye could be sure that in terms of physical strength alone, Han Chen had definitely advanced to the Sword Emperor realm.

As for which star the Sword Emperor is equivalent to, he still can't tell. (To be continued......)