With the previous lesson, this time Zhao Fengyin was prepared.

The strength was stirred, and he stepped on the instep of his right foot with his left foot, and his body jumped into the air.

"Do you want to hide?"

Qingluan's wings shook continuously, Han Chen only fell more than ten zhang, and then he unloaded the power of the anti-shock, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Fengyin who swept up the sky, where would he not know what he meant, with a sneer, Qingluan's wings shook, and quickly chased after him.

In terms of speed, although Han Chen was not able to fully display the speed of Qingluan Wing, compared to Zhao Fengyin, who was only in the realm of a two-star Sword Emperor, he was not slow at all, and even faster.

After only two or three breaths, he narrowed the distance, chased after him, raised his two swords, and slashed out.

However, with the gasp of two or three breaths, Zhao Fengyin also relieved his strength, his numb arms had fully recovered, and the churning blood in his body had been completely suppressed.

Looking at Han Chen, anger burned in his eyes.

"Get the hell out of here!"

With a shock to his body, the true yuan surged, poured into the sword, and slashed down with the momentum of Huashan with force.

This sword Zhao Fengyin is integrated into the artistic conception, and the speed is not only amazing, but also unable to capture the trajectory of the sword.

Han Chen didn't force it, his two swords crossed, and he resisted across the sky.

Clang!

The strength was agitated, and Han Chen only felt as if he was being smashed by a mountain peak, his body could not be stabilized, and he fell downward.

With a sword, Zhao Fengyin swooped down and pursued while he was victorious.

"The fog is gone!"

The dazzling sword light pierced the sky and slashed down.

Han Chen's body couldn't stabilize at all at this time, and it was impossible to fight against him, so he could only carry it hard.

With a twist of the wrist, the two swords are held in the hands, pulled upwards, and rose up. A trick of trapped dragon rage was unleashed.

Aang!

The earth-shattering dragon roared, and the two sword qi true dragons roared into the sky, rushing into the sky, and were facing Zhao Fengyin, who was slashing with a sword.

Thundered

The sword type collided, and the two sword qi true dragons directly collapsed, and Zhao Fengyin's strength was also weakened. The dive was much slower. However, it was only for a moment, and he slowed down, and his speed skyrocketed again, and he continued to slash at Han Chen.

It's just that the masters are fighting, and the fight is just for a moment.

In such a moment, even half a blink was not enough, Han Chen had already distanced himself, and he didn't continue to meet him, but turned around. Qingluan's wings vibrated and swooped down at a faster speed.

Han Chen, who was about to land, stepped on the martial arts stage with the soles of his feet, and with a 'bang', his strength was agitated, and the place he trampled directly cracked inch by inch.

But Han Chen didn't stop and quickly jumped to the side.

At the moment when Han Chen jumped away. With a loud bang, Zhao Fengyin also fell to the ground. The astonishing impact directly shattered the floor, and within a radius of three zhang, it sank downward, and the rubble was splashed everywhere.

"Dragon's Roar!"

Just then, a low roar came.

Han Chen, who originally jumped to the side. Suddenly, he recoiled, and with one horizontal sword, two brilliant sword lights were slashed.

The two ice-blue sword qi true dragons instantly condensed and roared. A shocking dragon groan erupted, slashing hard.

"Bastard!"

Zhao Fengyin's face changed, and he immediately reacted that he had been fooled. Just now, Han Chen avoided the battle and swooped down, not because he was injured, but not because he was afraid of himself. Instead, he wanted to lure himself down, so that he could seize the opportunity at the moment of landing and shoot sharply.

didn't notice it for a while, but Han Chen seized the opportunity again.

At the same time, Zhao Fengyin was angry in his heart at this time, but at this time, there was no other way but to resist it, and then look for an opportunity to fight back.

Raising his sword horizontally, the sword aura filled the sky, facing the past, but he himself jumped and retreated.

The sword qi in the sky was just slashed out by Zhao Fengyin, not a sword style, and the power was not so strong.

The two ice-blue sword qi true dragons were rampage, unable to resist at all, and attacked Zhao Fengyin.

As for Han Chen, Qingluan's wings shook continuously, flying close to the ground, in order to increase his speed to the extreme, and rushed towards Zhao Fengyin.

Boom, boom, boom

The deafening roar sounded continuously from the martial arts stage, and the frequency was extremely fast, like the beating of war drums, without a trace of stopping.

The improvement of his physical cultivation had improved Han Chen's overall strength a lot, whether it was the casting of various sword styles, or the instantaneous explosive power, or others.

The condensation of Qingluan's wings and the fusion of soul perception made Han Chen's speed also increase, and he was also handy in dealing with Zhao Fengyin's speed.

The release of the artistic conception of snow is even more important.

Zhao Fengyin's fighting style of the fantasy word mainly comes from his artistic conception of fog.

It's elusive, it's uncatchable, and it's even more incomprehensible.

Compared with the artistic conception of the fog, the illusion of the artistic conception of snow is not inferior at all, and even worse.

Fog has no permanent shape, so it is like an illusion and unpredictable, but if you reach out, you can completely touch it.

But snow is different, it is more tangible for the substance, but the snow under the cold wind is extremely ethereal, moving with the wind, it is unpredictable, and it is extremely difficult to touch.

Under Han Chen's artistic conception of snow, Zhao Fengyin's artistic conception of fog was completely restrained.

In this way, during the fierce battle with Zhao Fengyin, Han Chen seemed extremely calm, between attack and defense, the advance and retreat were well-founded, not weak, and he was completely reluctant.

A corner of the square.

"The outcome has been decided, let's go!" Withdrawing his gaze from the martial arts stage, Yan Yunfeng turned around and left.

"Big brother, isn't it over yet?" Hearing this, Yan Yunqi was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the two people who were still fighting fiercely on the martial arts stage, and wondered.

"Zhao Fengyin has been completely restrained, and the next battle is just a process of defeat!" Yan Yunfeng didn't stop, and said as he walked: "The defeat is decided, there is no need to continue watching!"

Hearing Yan Yunfeng's words, Yan Yunqi turned his head and looked at the two people on the martial arts stage again, and shook his head.

He knew that his realm was not enough, and he couldn't see through like his eldest brother.

"Big brother wait for me!"

Without reluctance, Yan Yunqi quickly followed.

At the same time that Yan Yunfeng turned to leave, around the square, some people retracted their gaze and got up to leave.

"Compared to that day, his strength. It's been improved by nearly fifty percent, what a shocking guy!" Jing Han stood up, looked at the incomparable Han Chen on the martial arts stage, muttered to himself, and then turned to leave.

"Hey. Interesting boy!" The young man in a brocade robe and a crown on his head chuckled and turned to leave.

Li Youran, ranked fourth in the Bronze Sword Hundred Battles List.

"I didn't expect him to use dual swords, but I don't know if his dual swords are powerful or my double swords are powerful!" A young man in a black shirt with a cold face looked at Han Chen coldly. Step away.

Li Jingyun, the bronze sword ranked sixth in the list of 100 battles.

Compared to them, Ye Zhengfeng seemed much calmer, just glanced at Han Chen lightly, and then turned to leave, leaving not a word, very calm.

"It's all gone, let's go too!" his eyes swept around the square. Qianshan Jiuye stretched his waist and looked at Su Murong on the side. Laughed.

"What, aren't you going to talk to him?" Hearing this, Su Murong smiled.

The person she was referring to was naturally Han Chen.

"Don't worry, there is still some time anyway, let's wait for his strength to improve a little more!" Qianshan Jiuye shook his head and smiled.

"Well, let's go!" Su Murong nodded.

The two then left side by side

Shortly after Qianshan Jiuye and others left. There was an exclamation from the crowd.

"Look, Zhao Fengyin seems to have been suppressed by Han Chen!" a young man raised his hand to Zhao Fengyin, his face full of excitement.

"What seems to be, it's simply suppressed by Han Chen!" someone rolled his eyes and said.

"Say so. Isn't Zhao Fengyin going to be defeated?" Hearing this, many people's faces were even more shocked.

"If nothing else, it should be like this. The man nodded from earlier.

Looking at people's eyes, I saw that the situation had completely changed on the stage at this time.

A mist and snowflakes completely blend together, such a sight is really rare.

Han Chen and the others were in the snowflakes and mist, their swords shining brightly, and they fought fiercely.

The artistic conception of the two is completely poured into each other's artistic conception, entangled and difficult to separate.

Of course, if one party puts away the artistic conception, it is natural to escape quickly, but in that case, they will fall into the artistic conception of the other party, even if they do not lose directly, serious injuries are inevitable.

In this way, hand-to-hand combat is the only option for the two.

Hand-to-hand combat has always been Han Chen's strong point, especially now that his physical strength has improved, it is even more so, with the dual swords in hand, the dual swordsmanship is displayed, swinging like the wind, and it is extremely fierce.

The strength shown is a few points stronger than before.

On the other hand, Zhao Fengyin looks extremely wolf.

If you talk about hand-to-hand combat, in fact, he is not weak, after all, sword cultivators, especially those who are not good at hand-to-hand combat.

But the bad thing is that he is just a simple qi martial artist, but he has not practiced the physical body, facing Han Chen, just the strength of that sword is heavier than the other, which has already made him a little unable to parry, and his arms are like lead, extremely heavy.

Not to mention, dealing with Han Chen's wind-like dual sword technique.

As the battle continued, he quickly fell to the bottom before being suppressed by Han Chen.

By now, he could barely defend completely, and he was powerless to attack.

"Slash!"

With a flash of his eyes, seizing this opportunity, Han Chen's double swords crossed the air and slashed out fiercely.

Twin swords, triple inch slash!

Zhao Fengyin no longer had the strength to attack, so he could only raise his sword to resist.

But this sword attack was completely different from the previous one, how could it be so easy to block!

Rumble!

The double swords slashed down, like a boulder impact, Zhao Fengyin's body shook violently, his face suddenly turned pale, and the terrifying huge force struck, making his arms instantly fall into numbness and tremble.

But he didn't want to give up, he didn't want to be defeated.

"Die for me!!"

With a roar, an astonishing aura erupted from his body, and with this momentum, Zhao Fengyin was about to counterattack.

It's a pity that Han Chen didn't give him a chance at all.

"Get down for me!"

With a low shout, Han Chen's arms tensed, the huge force surged, and the two swords pressed hard.

Poof

Zhao Fengyin couldn't hold it anymore, raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, flying out upside down.

flew straight out of more than 20 zhang before falling to the ground, rolling a few times, and stopping.

Laugh at!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Han Chen appeared in front of him in an instant, his long sword pointed at Zhao Fengyin's throat, his eyes were cold.

"You're defeated!" (To be continued......)