In the past six months, because of the secret collection of Tianzun, there are many young geniuses who have rushed to the Purple Cloud Domain.

Phoenix Immortal, Ba Impermanence and Absolute God are just the best of them, so they are more famous, but this does not mean that other young geniuses can be underestimated.

This is the case with Zao Wou-Ki and Feng Bu Hui, these two people have reached the peak of the Sword King in terms of strength, and they are close to the half-step Sword Emperor, which can not be said to be not strong, but it is only because there are Phoenix Immortals and others who have zài, so they are not famous.

The reason why Han Chen knew about them was also because he had left the 100,000 Mountains and returned to the family, he had specially checked some of the information collected by the family in the past six months.

"If you can really snatch the Wuyi Pill back, why don't you take it!" was ridiculed by Zhao Wuji and Hefeng without replying, Zhan Linglong's face became more and more gloomy, he glanced at Han Chen, and sneered, "But don't blame me for not reminding you, he, you can't deal with it!"

As he spoke, Zhan Linglong took a few steps back. At the same time, the Phoenix Immortal and Ba Wuchang on the side flashed their eyes, and they all took a few steps back.

"The weak always like to make excuses for their failures!" Feng Bu glanced back at Zhan Linglong, and then glanced at the two Phoenix Immortals, ignored them, said lightly, and stepped forward with a folding fan.

"Hehe, I want to learn and learn well, why can't I deal with it!" Zhao Wouji sneered, the silver spear swung sideways, lost behind him, and walked towards Han Chen with Feng Buhui.

Zhan Linglong didn't respond to the words of the two at all, clasping her arms with her hands, with a sneer on her face. I chose to watch from the sidelines.

"Are you so sure that the two of them will lose?" Looking at Zhan Linglong's appearance, the tyrant on the side frowned slightly, his lips moved slightly, and the voice asked.

"It's not for sure, it's for sure!" the sneer on Zhan Linglong's face became even stronger, and the voice replied.

On that day, he had fought with Han Chen in a hundred moves, and although the result was a tie, he had a strong impression of Han Chen's strength.

And I recalled it several times after that. He found Han Chen at that time. He seems to be very calm, whether it is to resist his own attack, or to attack with his sword, or to dodge. All very calm. There was not the slightest panic. And the timing is extremely accurate.

He was very sure that Han Chen at that time definitely did not exert his full strength. Although he didn't know why the other party did this, it was obvious that Han Chen's true strength was definitely much stronger than what he showed when he fought him.

The strength of Zao Wou-Ki and Feng Buhui is extremely strong among the younger generation, but it is only relative to ordinary people. In Zhan Linglong's eyes, it is not enough.

Of course, he was referring to a one-on-one situation, and if it was two-on-one, he couldn't parry it.

What he said just now is a hidden mystery, just for the two of them to act together. It just so happened that these two people were also used to test Han Chen's strength.

"Get ready to make a move!"

At this time, the voice of the Phoenix Immortal suddenly sounded in the ears of the two, making the two of them stunned.

"I'm afraid the two of them won't be able to catch this Han Chen's ten moves!" Phoenix Immortal's cold gaze crossed Han Chen, and threw himself at the growing pillar of nine spiritual qi not far away, and his voice continued to sound, "The transformation of the nine fierce beasts is almost at the end, this is the last chance, if it doesn't work, evacuate quickly!"

"Slow, are you saying that Han Chen can defeat Zao Wou-Ki and the others with only ten moves?" As soon as the Phoenix Immortal's voice fell, Zhan Linglong hurriedly transmitted.

Although he was quite curious and confident about Han Chen's true strength, it was a little unacceptable to say that Zao Wou-Ki and the two couldn't even accept each other's ten moves.

"Believe it or not!" Phoenix Immortal replied coldly, his five fingers lightly clasped, and a blue and silver long sword appeared in his hand.

"They're fighting!"

At this time, the voice of Ba Wuchang sounded, attracting the attention of both of them, and they wanted to throw them forward

Han Chen and Zao Wou-Ki didn't have any superfluous nonsense.

At this time, those who came here were basically attracted by the movement of the transformation of the nine fierce beasts. If he left, Han Chen wouldn't pay much attention to it, just like the Thousand Mountains had no way before.

It's just purely for fighting, losing, leaving, very neatly.

Han Chen would not put the other party within the enemy's range because of this, and the next time they met, it might not be impossible to have a glass of wine together.

But the two people in front of him are no longer on the list.

If you don't leave, you're the enemy. When dealing with the enemy, Han Chen's criterion is only one word.

Kill!

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he stepped forward, Han Chen's figure flashed, and he burst out, and the dark golden dragon sword was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky and slashing down fiercely.

"Look for death!"

Zao Wouji's eyes were cloudy, his arms shook, and the silver spear flashed like lightning, wrapped in an incomparably sharp edge, and soared into the sky.

Clang!

The strength burst out, and Han Chen's offensive was blocked, but Zao Wou-Ki also paid a lot of price.

With a muffled snort, his face turned pale instantly, and he kicked backwards and took a few steps back.

This scene made the eyes of the three Zhan Linglong not far away narrowed slightly, and they came to a conclusion in their hearts at the same time.

The gap is too big, one-on-one, Zao Wou-Ki can't catch the other party's three moves!

The attack was blocked, and Han Chen was not surprised, because of the sword just now, he didn't have much strength, just relying on his physical strength, a simple sword.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was injured and retreated, Han Chen's eyes flashed with coldness, and he was even going to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Whew!

At this moment, a terrible sound of breaking the air came from the side.

But the wind doesn't come back.

Feng Buhui is called a hundred fans dancing, just because the folding fan in his hand is his weapon.

The folding fan is opened, the fan surface is silver and white, and there are landscape paintings painted on it, but it is glowing with metallic luster, and the endless edge escapes, flying in the air, like a meteor in the dark night sky, cutting through the sky, dazzling, and incomparably bright.

"Fan Dance Meteor!"

Feng Buhui's move has a strong interference with the warrior's vision, and his speed is extremely fast, if he is an ordinary person, he is afraid that he is already panicked at this time, even if he is calm, he will quickly retreat, and when his vision recovers, he will find another opportunity to attack.

It's just a pity that these don't have the slightest impact on Han Chen.

"Flashy!"

As soon as the figure turned, the dragon sword moved with it, stabbing straight out.

Seeing Han Chen's sword, Feng Buhui's face was shocked, because the place that Han Chen's sword was pointing at was exactly where the folding fan in his hand was.

"A hundred fans and a thousand times!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the wind did not return and changed its moves in an instant, and the meteors in the sky dissipated, turning into a heavy wind, enveloping Han Chen.

"Flashy moves, no matter how many times you change them, it's useless!"

A faint voice sounded, and the Dragon Sword in Han Chen's hand also turned around at the same time, stabbing directly in the other direction.

"How could it be" The wind did not return, and his complexion changed again.

That's right, the place that Han Chen's sword is pointing at is once again where the folding fan in his hand is.

He didn't believe that Han Chen could see through his moves so lightly, and he was immediately ready to change his moves.

It's just that his speed is not fast enough, and Han Chen's sword has already arrived.

With a 'poof', the sword light flashed, and Han Chen swiped through the heavy wind and swiped past the wind that did not return.

The wind didn't look back, his eyes widened, and a bead of blood escaped from his neck and drifted with the wind. (To be continued......)