Chapter 1265: The Artistic Conception of Water? It's Useless to Me!

"Senior Brother Han Chen, I didn't expect that this first game would be on the two of us, which is surprising!"

There was no tension as imagined, Meng Yuanzhou laughed, very bold.

"I didn't expect that either!"

The corners of Han Chen's mouth also showed a hint of a smile, Meng Yuanzhou's fame is not small, and Han Chen has naturally heard of it.

Although he was born as a disciple of the sect and has outstanding talents, he is not arrogant, but he has a bold temperament, and he likes to make friends, which makes people feel very good, and his popularity is naturally even better.

"Senior Brother Han Chen, draw your sword, let me see what level you have reached that can defeat Zhao Fengyin and Danyangzi!" Meng Yuanzhou raised his hand, and the sheathed long sword fell into his hand, his eyes looked at Han Chen, and his battle intent rushed into the sky.

"Okay, as you wish!"

The sound fell, and with two sounds, the two swords of Zunlong and Mo Han were unsheathed, held in both hands, and the tips of the swords pointed obliquely at the ground.

Looking at the two people on the stage, at this moment, the tens of thousands of spectators around them all widened their eyes, and they couldn't help but weaken their breathing, for fear of being disturbed.

War!!

As if the voice of Jin Ge sounded, Han Chen and Meng Yuanzhou's eyes burst with light, and the figures of the two flashed, like floating lights, their speed was extremely fast, and they rushed towards each other.

Rumble!

Meng Yuanzhou didn't have the slightest intention of temptation, and the moment he stepped out, the aura on his body was like a volcanic eruption, instantly sweeping around.

Mid-term of the three-star Sword Emperor!

Compared with Zhao Fengyin and Danyangzi at the beginning, they are much stronger, of course. This is just compared to the two of them half a year ago.

Now that half a year has passed, Zhao Fengyin and Danyangzi will never stand still, and their strength will definitely be stronger.

But. This also confirms Meng Yuanzhou's extraordinaryness from the side.

Choke!

Drawing his sword out of the sheath, Meng Yuanzhou's sword style was like rain, slashing out the sword qi that filled the sky, like a torrential rain, enveloping Han Chen.

"It's good to come!"

With a blazing light in his eyes, Han Chen did not retreat in the slightest, and shouted loudly. Take a step forward, cross your swords. A huge cross sword light was slashed.

The sword qi in the sky couldn't resist at all, and it was like a cloth, directly cut open.

Meng Yuanzhou's face changed slightly, although he had long expected that this move would not be difficult for Han Chen. But he didn't expect that it would be so easy to be taken over by Han Chen.

Boom!

As soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, Meng Yuanzhou's body was like light and shadow, and he approached Han Chen in an instant, and the sound of 'bang-la-la' water sounded, and the artistic conception of water that had reached the realm of perfection was completely released.

Suddenly, the surrounding space seemed to fall into the lake, and there were invisible resistances. It is like an undercurrent in the water, constantly rushing from all directions.

Han Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. This reminded him of the feeling of practicing swords in the water at the beginning, and it was the same, not only did his speed drop a lot, but even his offensive was extremely resisted.

Swish!

On the other hand, Meng Yuanzhou did not have the slightest effect, and his figure flashed. Like a fish in the water, it is extremely flexible. It's faster.

Approaching in front of Han Chen, Meng Yuanzhou raised his hand and slashed at him.

The speed of this sword is also far faster than before.

In the artistic conception, the strength of the martial artist will be greatly increased, and Meng Yuanzhou is no exception, the artistic conception of water can not only greatly weaken and affect the speed of the opponent, but also improve his speed, like a fish in water, faster.

If you change to other martial artists, this sword will come out, and the victory and defeat will be divided, and you can't dodge it at all.

However, Han Chen is different!

As soon as the dragon sword in his left hand was raised, it rose upside down, and the sharp edge seemed to cut through the space, and the speed did not affect it at all.

With a bang, Meng Yuanzhou's sword was taken.

"How could it be" Meng Yuanzhou's pupils shrank.

"Senior Brother Meng, whose artistic conception is useless to me!"

Han Chen chuckled, flipped the wrist of his right hand, and the Mo Han Sword instantly shook his hand, and then slammed down towards the ground, and the Ice Pole Sword Style was instantly cast.

The thick and dense ice spikes suddenly rose up, Meng Yuanzhou couldn't be surprised, his figure was like a phantom, he actually brought up more than a dozen afterimages, dodged the ice spikes one by one, and those who couldn't dodge also drew their swords and cut them off, unscathed.

Han Chen was not surprised, as soon as his mind moved, the surrounding ice spikes instantly shattered, turning into thousands of tiny ice crystal fragments, with an astonishing sharp aura, scattered in all directions.

"Good boy, there is even a trick!" Meng Yuanzhou shouted.

But having said that, this move still did not pose any threat to him, the sword qi was surging, and all the ice crystal fragments that attacked him were smashed.

Boom

Han Chen's body turned into an afterimage, and he instantly approached Meng Yuanzhou, his two swords were like the wind, and his attack was fierce and fierce.

Meng Yuanzhou's eyes shone brightly, and he was not afraid of him at all, and raised his sword to meet him.

The two fought fiercely.

"Strong, both of them are too strong!"

"The speed is so fast that my eyes can't catch it at all, I can only see two blurry afterimages, the gap is too big, there is no comparison!"

"This is the real genius and powerhouse, I don't know when I will reach this point!"

The people watching the battle around were full of shock, the strength shown by Han Chen and Meng Yuanzhou was really too strong, and it was not at all comparable to them as ordinary students.

"It's a hundred moves!" Luo Tianshan looked at the two people on the stage with deep eyes.

Although Han Chen's speed was extremely fast, he could still see it clearly.

Soon, another fifty moves passed, and Luo Tianshan's brows furrowed, "I haven't released the artistic conception yet, does this guy really plan to defeat Meng Yuanzhou without relying on the artistic conception?"

At this moment, not only him, but also many other participating students also saw the clue and frowned.

From the beginning of the fight, Meng Yuanzhou almost exerted his full strength, his breath completely exploded, and his artistic conception was completely released without reservation. But on the other hand, Han Chen, except for pulling out the double swords and performing the rumored double sword technique, did not reveal anything else.

Even one hundred and fifty moves have been fought so far, and even the artistic conception has not been released.

Su Murong smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"Rain and waves!"

On the stage, there was a burst of shouts, and the earth-shattering sword light suddenly appeared, and the surrounding aura surged, and the edge was pressing.

"Twin swords, triple inch slash!"

Han Chen didn't take a step back, his toes touched the ground, his body rotated, and the two swords in his hands slashed through two huge sword arcs, slashing out fiercely.

With a 'snort', the sword qi was cut open, turning into a torrent of sword qi, surging towards both sides.

"Senior Brother Han Chen, from the fight to the present, you have hidden a lot, and you are not even willing to show your artistic conception, you can't help but look down on people too much!" The torrent of sword qi dispersed, and Meng Yuanzhou had already distanced himself and stood still twenty zhang in front of Han Chen, his face was a little unsightly.

Although the bystanders are clear, the authorities are confused.

One hundred and fifty moves was enough for him to react and sense that something was wrong. (To be continued)