For the martial arts mastered by Han Chen, the swarthy middle-aged man had already studied it extremely thoroughly, at least, what Han Chen had used when he was fighting with Li San, Ouyang Shu and the others, he thought that he had studied it extremely thoroughly, as long as Han Chen used it, with just a trace of change in movement, he could instantly identify it.

At this time, the knots in Han Chen's hands fell on the eyes of the swarthy middle-aged man, which was tantamount to a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Purple pupils, for this magical martial art that can actually attack the soul, there is a strong description in the dossier disseminated by Li San.

His hands were sealed, and his eyes were full of purple, turning into demonic purple pupils.

The swarthy middle-aged man thought that his strength was stronger than that of Li San, Ouyang Shu and others, but it was extremely limited, and in the face of the purple pupils that Li San and the others regarded as a nightmare, he didn't want to try it at all.

The moment he saw Han Chen's sealed hands, the swarthy middle-aged man did not hesitate at all, and endured the sharp pain like tearing the meridians, Zhenyuan instantly reversed, and as soon as the long sword he slashed out was retracted, he was ready to use his body and flee backwards.

It's just that at this time, it's too late for him.

Han Chen's calm voice without the slightest emotion sounded slowly and softly, not loud, but when it stopped in his ears, it was like a thunderbolt, making his face instantly pale.

The moment the voice fell, Han Chen's bewitching purple pupils instantly burst into purple light, bursting out, turning into purple smoke, like water streaks flowing, spreading towards the surroundings

Airplanes!

The air shook instantly, with a low humming sound, and the snow on the ground shook violently where the purple smoke passed. Then it exploded, and white snowflakes flew all over the sky.

The ground beneath the snow cracked and crumbled, as if it had been plowed over, and nothing was left intact.

The speed of the purple smoke spread extremely fast, and in just a tenth of a breath, it fell on the swarthy middle-aged man, and then without the slightest stagnation, it continued to spread towards the surroundings.

With the increase of soul power. Han Chen's time to cast the purple pupil. It's getting shorter and shorter, and it's only a breath of time from the time it is cast to this point.

Is a breath very long? It's a long time, at least for these mercenary warriors whose cultivation realm is at the lowest level of the nine-star sword soldier realm. It's been a long time.

Under the all-out escape. One breath. They had already fled fifty or sixty meters in all directions.

It's just that their extremely fast speed is under the purple smoke that spreads at this time. But it seems very slow, very slow.

After passing the swarthy middle-aged man, in just half a breath, the purple smoke fell on the mercenary warriors who had already escaped eighty or ninety meters in this half-breath time.

Immediately, without the slightest stagnation, it continued to spread outward, until it seemed to spread about 200 meters around it, and then slowly dissipated.

Now, Han Chen has completely mastered the purple pupil and can cover a range of six hundred meters.

In other words, as long as Han Chen cast the Purple Pupil Imitation, within a breath, within a radius of six hundred meters, and his strength did not reach the Sword Spirit Realm, he would be attacked.

"Ahh

"Ahh

As the purple smoke dissipated, heart-rending screams rang out one after another.

I saw that the mercenary warriors around him who had already escaped from a distance of nearly 100 meters fell to the ground one by one, their hands shot their heads, and they rolled violently on the ground, their faces were distorted, their eyes were red, and their roots and tendons burst out, constantly wailing.

The miserable appearance makes people tremble when they hear it, and they are frightened when they see it!

Call!

Parting his hands and dispersing the knots, Han Chen exhaled softly.

After the amount of soul power increased, the purple pupil was cast once, and the shortcomings of the follow-up powerlessness had disappeared. The limit of five casts made Han Chen not the slightest abnormality after performing it once at this time.

The soul power in the sea of consciousness is still abundant.

His gaze looked around, only lingering slightly on the four half-step Sword Spirit Realm martial artists, and then quickly swept over, and then his gaze narrowed, falling on the swarthy middle-aged man who was closest to him, only a dozen meters away.

At this time, the latter also fell to the ground, like others, his eyes were red, his face was completely distorted, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, like a cyan earthworm squirming slightly, looking extremely hideous.

It's just that the latter has the strength of the peak realm of a one-star sword spirit, and although he has suffered the great pain of being injured by his soul, he has bitten it extremely hard and has not emitted the slightest pain.

When he killed the purple-eyed lion tiger, Han Chen, who had personally experienced the kind of severe pain that seemed to be bombarded by the brain and was about to burst open, was really impressed by the fact that this swarthy middle-aged man could carry the will to not say a word in such pain.

It's just that, despite his admiration, he still can't make Han Chen change his killing intent.

If someone respects me for one point, I will exchange three points for him. If you punch me, I'll cut off your arm.

This is Han Chen's life creed, he never thinks of himself as a good person, let alone a generous person. If you want to kill him, you should have the consciousness to face death!

Retracting his gaze from the swarthy middle-aged man, Han Chen looked up at the deep forest in front of him.

At this time, although the field was filled with heart-rending wails, Han Chen, who had extremely sharp ears, could vaguely hear that a team was rapidly approaching his side.

And there are no fewer of them.

"It's the closest team!" Han Chen frowned slightly, and reacted instantly.

Although this team was fifty miles away, if it ran with all its might, it was estimated that it would be within sixty or seventy breaths at most, and it would be enough to arrive.

From the beginning of the battle to now, more than fifty breaths have passed, and if you calculate, you are almost about to rush over.

"Hurry up!" Han Chen said softly in his heart, retracting his gaze, looking around, looking at the people who were still wailing and had not woken up at all.

Although the number of the team that is coming at this time is slightly smaller than the team of the swarthy middle-aged people now, it is in strength. But it is far superior.

There is one more one-star sword spirit alone, not to mention a two-star sword spirit early stage martial artist.

The two teams are not at the same level at all.

At this time, the swarthy middle-aged man and others, under the impact of the purple pupil's quasi-soul, their souls were injured and had lost their combat power.

But this is not permanent, after all, no matter how heavy the wound is, as long as it does not die. and there will be a time of healing.

These are the people whose souls are wounded. Lose their combat power, but as long as they are given time to slow down, they will be able to recover completely, after all, none of these people's cultivation realm is lower than nine stars. The soul power of a martial artist in this realm already has a certain degree of resistance to the soul impact of the purple pupil.

At this time, if these people are not killed in time. Once waiting for that team to arrive. Han Chen never had a chance again.

At that time, these people relented and joined forces with the team that arrived. Han Chen was subjected to the enemy on his abdomen and back, and the pressure increased dramatically.

After all, even if Han Chen's strength had greatly improved now, he was still only in the realm of a sword warrior after all, and being able to compete with a one-star sword spirit was only due to the many high-level martial arts and strong physical strength he had cultivated.

He is not invincible after all.

The voice fell, without the slightest delay, stretched out his hand, the pitch-black sheathed long sword, the Mo Han sword appeared in his hand, the five fingers clasped the hilt, and the sword was drawn out of the sheath.

At the same time, with a step on the soles of his feet, eight steps drove the cicada out, turned into an afterimage, and locked on a half-step Sword Spirit Realm martial artist who was rolling on the ground and wailing, and rushed away at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, these mercenaries and warriors are lambs to be slaughtered, and they have no power to fight back at all. Therefore, Han Chen didn't need to use any powerful martial arts and sword styles at all.

It was just a swing of the sword, which was extremely fast, and it slashed through the latter's throat, and the wailing came to an abrupt end.

A sword cut the throat of the latter, and when the blood sprayed, Han Chen's wrist shook, the sword momentum changed, and stabbed at the latter's fingertips.

From slashing to closing the empty ring, they all seem to be smooth, without the slightest stagnation, and the time spent is only a breath.

After putting away the latter's empty ring, Han Chen's figure flashed, and he instantly came to the side of another martial artist.

The long sword swung again, and the wailing stopped abruptly, and then the long sword struck, and the severed finger connected to the empty ring was directly put into the empty ring.

Just like the last scene when he fought Ouyang Shu and the others, the wolf entered the flock, and everywhere he passed, there were all the prey.

The shadow of the sword broke through the air, and he killed one person.

One step for one person, ten steps for ten people.

In the past, in the eyes of martial artists, the powerful nine-star swordsmen, half-step sword spirits, at this moment, all turned into the souls of Han Chen's sword.

After a dozen breaths, Han Chen's figure flashed and came to the swarthy middle-aged man who was curled up on the ground, gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain.

"The last one!" Han Chen said softly, looking down at the swarthy middle-aged man at his feet indifferently.

At this time, there was silence in the field, and the mercenary warriors around him, infected with blood under his body, had already been killed by Han Chen.

It seemed to feel the cold killing intent in Han Chen's eyes, and at this time, the swarthy middle-aged man who was closing his eyes to resist the severe pain actually opened his eyes and stared at Han Chen.

The red eyes were filled with endless hatred and murderous intent.

"Don't worry, my sword is fast!" Touching the swarthy middle-aged man's gaze, Han Chen's face did not change in the slightest, and he said softly.

The words fell, and with a wave of his arm, the dark Mo Han Sword turned into a pitch-black sword shadow, and with a 'poof' sound, it slashed through the throat of the dark middle-aged man.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his throat, the endless hatred and killing intent in the eyes of the swarthy middle-aged man turned into a hint of relief and relief.

Vitality passed, and the red eyes of the swarthy middle-aged man quickly darkened until he died.

His gaze lingered slightly on the swarthy middle-aged man, and then Han Chen's long sword slashed, cutting off one of the latter's fingers, and together with the empty ring, it was included in his own empty ring.

All this last night, Han Chen exhaled lightly, his arm shook, the long sword was returned to the sheath, he turned to look at the forest in front of him, listening to the sound of running that was getting clearer and clearer, Han Chen whispered: "Today, none of you can run away!"

The battle with the swarthy middle-aged man and the others took only a little more than fifty breaths, and during this period, Han Chen was mostly an instant kill with one sword, even if he killed those two one-star sword spirits, it was only a few moves. And it's mostly physical strength.

After the last killing, he killed the rest of the people, and he only cast a purple pupil simulant, and then simply harvested life.

Therefore, after a battle, the true yuan in Han Chen's body was not consumed much, and with the replenishment of the cold ice spirit crystal in his lower abdomen, the few true yuan consumed had also been fully restored.

As for the physical strength, it can be said that there is no consumption at all, after all, the super combat endurance of physical cultivation is not a joke.

Other words. Han Chen at this time. It's in its heyday.

Holding the Mo Han Sword inserted into the scabbard with his left hand, his right hand naturally drooped, his eyes slightly closed, and Han Chen stood quietly.

At this time. Han Chen's idea was simple. But it can also be said to be crazy.

This time it came out. Testing one's own strength is one goal, but it is not the main purpose.

Now cultivating in the 100,000 mountains. With the addition of taking the saliva fruit and the improvement of qualifications and talents, it is finally over.

The rest is to leave the 100,000 Great Mountains and go to the north of the Purple Clouds to find and enter the secret realm of the Red Desolation.

Speaking of which, then the problem arises.

At this time, Wan Bingzhai was looking for him in every possible way, to break his body into thousands of pieces, in addition, there were a large number of mercenaries and warriors who were enough to hundreds of thousands, or even millions, to look for him in this 100,000 mountain.

To leave the 100,000 mountains, to face 10,000 soldiers, and to face these huge and astonishing mercenary teams.

In the face of Wan Bingzhai, as early as Han Chen's expectations, it was an unavoidable thing, and Han Chen did not intend to avoid it.

The clay man still had three points of fire, he was chased and fled into the 100,000 mountains, and he had been hiding for so long, the anger in Han Chen's heart had already reached its peak.

Now, even if Wan Bingzhai wanted to let him go, he wouldn't agree.

A battle with Wan Bingzhai will never be avoided.

However, before that, Han Chen wanted to deal with these mercenary teams with a desire for profit.

Hundreds of thousands, millions of mercenary teams, even if their strength is only in the Sword Master Realm and the Sword Soldier Realm, it is enough to destroy an eight-rank sect.

Han Chen would rather face Wan Bingzhai than face them.

So how do you solve it? Kill them all?

Han Chen did think about it, but it was not realistic at all.

Millions of mercenary warriors, even if they stand here and let Han Chen kill, Han Chen can't finish killing.

Han Chen's method is very straightforward, that is, killing! Although they are all killing, the meaning is different.

Han Chen's killing was not a massacre, but for deterrence.

No one is not afraid of death, and the stronger the strength, the more afraid of death. This is true of mercenaries, this is true of warriors, and even more so of those who are strong.

As long as they are scared, they will naturally choose to give up, and then withdraw from the 100,000 mountains.

From killing Yan Liu and the others, to killing Wang Ao, Li Quan and the others, to killing the Blood Leopard Mercenary Group before, Han Chen was all for this purpose.

It's just that it has had some impact, but it's not enough.

Even at this time, it was still not enough for Han Chen to kill and slaughter a team with three one-star sword spirits alone, far from enough.

If you want to kill, you have to be thorough. If you want to intimidate those millions of mercenary warriors, you must have enough strength to make them feel afraid and afraid.

Therefore, Han Chen's purpose was very simple, to stay and slaughter this team with a two-star sword spirit.

Although this idea was crazy, Han Chen had to do it, and after experiencing the refreshing feeling of the cultivation of his state of mind being raised, and the cultivation realm being immediately improved, Han Chen wanted to push himself to the limit again, experience the feeling of wandering on the edge of life and death, and then improve his state of mind cultivation.

It didn't take long, just four or five breaths later.

Sou!

A sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, and in this sound of breaking the sky, there were also a few faint sounds of branches and leaves being broken.

Hearing Han Chen's voice, Han Chen's eyes instantly opened, and he raised his eyes to look forward.

What caught his eye was a slightly obese middle-aged man dressed in mercenary costume, who was the first to rush out of the forest.

Looking at the fat middle-aged man, Han Chen's eyes flashed, and the breath on the latter's body surged violently, like rolling waves, making a rumbling sound.

"One-star Sword Spirit Late Stage!" In an instant, Han Chen knew the latter's cultivation realm.

After rushing out of the forest, looking at Han Chen, who was standing quietly, the fat middle-aged man was suddenly slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't react, how could this young man in front of him be in this extremely dangerous 100,000 mountains.

At this moment, the pungent smell of blood poured into their noses.

Smelling this bloody breath, the fat middle-aged man's eyes froze, and his gaze suddenly fell on the corpse on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, and had lost his breath.

Suddenly. The fat middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Keen soul perception. Coupled with his keen eyesight, Han Chen instantly captured the momentary loss of concentration of this fat middle-aged man, his eyes flashed, and he said secretly: "Good opportunity!"

Step on the ball of your foot. Eight steps to catch the cicada and physical strength are performed at the same time. In an instant. The speed was raised to the limit, and at the same time, there was a 'choking' sound. Draw your sword and unsheath it.

At the moment when the tip of the Mo Han Sword was pulled out of the scabbard, Han Chen came to the fat middle-aged man at the same time, without the slightest accumulation, the strength of the 115,000 catties of strong flesh was instantly condensed.

A sword went down left to the right up, slanting up, and the dark sword body, reflecting a faint cold luster, slashed towards the fat middle-aged man.

Han Chen's journey from casting his body technique, approaching him, and then drawing his sword and slashing diagonally, in just half a breath, it can be said that Han Chen has shown his limits.

A sword, a natural one.

It's just that the enemy Han Chen faced was not an ordinary martial artist, but a Sword Spirit Realm powerhouse whose cultivation had reached the late stage of the one-star realm.

The cold meaning emanating from the sword body instantly woke up the fat middle-aged man, and when he raised his head, his eyes were not big, and there was only a dark sword shadow.

The speed of the sword shadow was extremely fast, and it slashed quickly, and the chill of Sen Sen made the cold hairs on his body rise instantly, and the sense of crisis in his heart was even stronger to the extreme.

He was sure that as long as this sword was slashed, he would definitely die on the spot.

For many years, there was no more smell of death, and in an instant, his pupils constricted to a point, like the tip of a needle.

At this moment, the battle consciousness that has been cultivated over the years and even tempered is fully displayed at this moment, completely relying on the most instinctive reaction.

At the moment when the Mo Han Sword was about to be slashed, his fat body turned slightly to the side.

It's just that he was a little too late after all, although he dodged the vital point, Han Chen almost raised his strength to the limit, and completely fused all his comprehension of swordsmanship and martial arts into this sword, but he still didn't completely dodge it.

Poof!

Blood sprayed, and a severed arm rose to the sky.

"Ah" The severe pain made the fat middle-aged man's greasy face instantly distorted, and his mouth opened to let out a terrible scream.

Although he broke his arm, he finally saved his life, and the fat middle-aged man did not dare to delay in the slightest, and the remaining left hand, the five fingers of the basket opened into a palm, and slapped a few palms towards the instant.

At the same time, he endured the severe pain, strengthened the true element in his body, exerted his body technique, and exploded backwards and retreated.

For a warrior, especially a warrior with a sword, the right arm is the second life, because without the right arm, you can't hold the weapon, as for the so-called left-handed use of weapons, except for the extremely rare left-handers, I believe few can adapt.

The right arm was cut off by Han Chen, and the fat middle-aged man had no intention of fighting at all, his strength was on the sword in his right hand, and now that his right arm was abolished, his strength could only be exerted at most two percent, in this case, if he stayed to fight, he was simply looking for death.

Fortunately, at this time, the display of body martial arts has no effect.

The figure flashed, and the bloated body of the fat middle-aged man was extremely light and fast, and the distance of forty or fifty meters was opened in an instant.

Looking up, seeing that Han Chen didn't chase him, this fat middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, an extremely strong resentment and anger erupted like a volcanic eruption.

His eyes, which were trembling violently, stared at Han Chen, his pale face became extremely distorted, and his voice roared incomparably sharply.

"Han Chen, I won't kill you today, I swear not to be a person!"

From the moment he saw the dead mercenary warriors on the ground, he had already guessed Han Chen's identity, but when he just reacted, he didn't expect that he had fallen into a crisis.

The right arm was cut off, which was equivalent to ruining his martial arts path.

As for renovating the left-handed sword, although he also thought about it, he only lost hope in an instant.

If you are not born left-handed, and you want to cultivate the left-handed sword, it will be ten or a hundred times more difficult than cultivating the right-handed sword.

But correspondingly, the power of the left-handed sword is even stronger than that of the right-handed sword.

It's just that so far, I haven't heard of any strong person who has successfully cultivated.

At this time, although the fat middle-aged man was extremely resentful of Han Chen in his heart, he didn't dare to stop at all, because he didn't want to die, as long as he supported it for a while, as long as he counted the breath, the rest of the team would feel that when the time came, he didn't believe that Han Chen would be able to escape.

At this moment, the corners of Han Chen's mouth suddenly hooked up with a cold smile, and he said softly.

"I'm sorry, you don't have this chance!"

The words fell, his arm shook, and a sword slashed out.

"Winter!"

The temperature plummets and the snow falls, like a cold winter wax moon.

Looking at this scene, the fat middle-aged man's face changed suddenly, but before he could speak, a black sword light like silk threads suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then slashed through his throat. (To be continued......)

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