Gu Cheng couldn't go on, and said Qiuqiu, didn't you see that Wei Ling and Li Huairuo had already taken out their weapons? Also, what do you group of broken soldiers who are watching the field want to do, who are you scaring with the crossbow and longbow......

Well, Gu Cheng admitted that he was overly worried. In view of Hong Han's brilliant achievements in the past, he was originally a little worried about whether Mu Sen would be severely damaged, or even directly disabled or killed.

But now it seems that this kind of thing is impossible to happen at all, although the momentum of Wei Ling and the others is not as good as that of Mu Sen and Hong Han, it is also extremely shocking. In other words, this world is no longer the world you know?

Originally, when Mu Sen and the dark-skinned warrior had not yet used that earth-shattering move, he still wanted to make a big move, but as soon as Mu Sen's knife appeared, he let him swallow the words he wanted to put down, because although he could block that knife, it would definitely not be easy, and he would even use some means.

Alas, there are talented people in the country, and your uncle can't always be your uncle.

Since he was sure that Mu Sen would not really have an accident, Gu Cheng set his eyes on the two who were confronting each other. The momentum on the two of them became stronger and stronger, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth converged, like a dragon and tiger roaring, and the solid ground of the martial arts arena finally couldn't withstand such a powerful pressure, and it shattered. The flying stones were like meteors, shooting in all directions.

Many warriors used their spiritual power to block these stones. At the same time, the shock in their hearts became heavier and heavier. Because these stones, which can only be regarded as 'stray arrows', make them wait for the battle, as if they are facing a great enemy.

If they fought Mu Sen and Hong Han head-on, wouldn't they just send them away? Some of the martial artists who originally had opinions about Mu Sen's wild words all put away the resentment in their hearts at this time.

The world can tolerate tempers, but only if you have the qualifications to lose your temper.

Mu Sen was unaware of the changes in the outside world, and he only had Hong Han in his eyes now. The momentum exuded by Hong Han at this time made him feel great coercion, if he was a giant pine rooted in the earth and the blue sky above his head at this time, then Hong Han was the coming storm and cold current.

Mu Sen had a hunch that he should not be able to beat Hong Han, after all, the gap in the realm was there. But he still wants to fight as hard as he can, and even if he really can't beat it in the end, he still has a backhand.

So, Mu Sen went out with a knife. Immeasurable light suddenly appeared, reflecting the void in an instant, and a huge sword gang was formed by the convergence of light points. A vigorous aura that could tear the heavens emanated from the blade, and the space around it broke inch by inch and turned into pieces.

Mu Sen came up to be the eighth knife of Chang'an, this is his strongest move, he wants to try Hong Han's water, how deep is it!

The power of Mu Sen's knife seemed to be a little beyond Hong Han's expectations, and his brows furrowed, but only in an instant, he relaxed. He gently raised his palm, which was as white as jade, and went directly towards Mu Sen's long knife cover.

Hong Han's actions surprised Mu Sen and many warriors watching the battle, and the power of Chang'an's eighth sword is obvious to everyone, and many warriors may not be able to resist it even if they pay for themselves. But now Hong Han is directly using the palm of his hand to hard-connect, is this stupid, or is it self-confidence?

Su Mu, Bai Yan, and Gu Cheng, the king-level forces, also changed their faces at this time. They don't have much intersection with Hong Han, but they know that there is this person. Although they had heard of Hong Han's name before and knew that he was powerful, hearing about it and meeting him were completely different things.

He can't really catch it, right?

If we can, shouldn't we go home and close his death for ten or eight years before we have the face to meet people?

Alas, this life is getting harder and harder......

......

Everyone's thoughts did not affect the fight between Mu Sen and Hong Han, and Hong Han's palm became more and more bright and white in the process of rapidly slapping the long knife, and in the end, it was like an ice sculpture.

Frost Hands!

There are warriors who suddenly resounded Hong Han's famous stunts. It is said that Hong Han used all his strength to urge the frost hand, which can directly freeze the long river for thousands of miles, which is very fierce.

Before Frost's hand could touch the long knife, the spatial fluctuations it set off made the earth-shattering knife shake. At this time, this knife is like a boat floating in the stormy waves, which may be subverted at any time.

Isn't it really an opponent?

Wei Ling and Li Huairuo were ready to make a move at this time, their eyes were blazing, and the coldness on their bodies was about to condense into substance. And the soldiers of the Broken Army Regimental are also ready to support at any time under the command of the officer, the relationship between Mu Sen and the City Lord's Mansion can be described as a honey blend, if Mu Sen has an accident in the martial arts arena of the City Lord's Mansion, then they will definitely not be good.

In everyone's attention, Hong Han's frosty hand finally touched Mu Sen's long knife.

There was silence in an instant, and the moment the long knife and the frost hand touched, time seemed to be frozen, the wind could not fall, and the clouds did not move.

But this phenomenon only lasted for a moment, and the dazzling light burst out, like a round of divine sun directly shattered, and many warriors covered their eyes.

At the moment when the light bursts out, there is fire, and there is thunder.

The fire is a spark, like fireworks on a grand sun, dotted with pieces and sprinkled all over the sky.

The thunder roared, and the huge sound was like a divine thunder falling into a deep valley, shaking the vacuum into ripples that were almost ripples.

The result?

There are powerful warriors who can still maintain their composure and do not cover their eyes and ears. They looked at the battlefield like falcons through the still-churning aftermath.

A pair of hands as white as jade, a shining knife. Hong Han's face was cold, and there was a hint of banter. Mu Sen's face is like a galaxy, and he can't see the waves.

Wei Ling's fingers rubbed the longbow, and his voice was cold and calm, "Xiao Sen, you're going to lose." ”

For this result, Li Huairuo and others had no surprises. After all, there is too much difference between the levels of the two sides, and it is not possible to rely on one blood, unless you rely on ......

"Click, click!" The sound of continuous breaking came, and I saw that the long knife in Mu Sen's hand was like ice shattering, and the spider web-like cracks were just covered with long knives in an instant. Then the long knife shattered completely, and the splinters fell, colliding with the ground, and ping-pong sounded.

"Wood sacrifice wine, you are nothing more than that. The banter in Hong Han's eyes became even stronger. After speaking, he didn't wait for Mu Sen to reply, his palm pushed towards Mu Sen again, and the sound exploded, and he came to Mu Sen almost instantly.

Mu Sen raised his eyebrows, "Want my life?" As he spoke, a small shield appeared in his hand, and the spiritual power in his body poured into this shield, and for a while, the lines on the shield flowed, like a river rushing, and a heavy breath rose from the shield.

Seeing Mu Sen take out a shield, Hong Han's mood did not fluctuate, his palm was still castrated, and at the same time he said, "Mu Saijiu, why do you think like this? ”

Mu Sen took out another scimitar that shimmered with cold light, this scimitar was forged from an unknown material, and as soon as it appeared, the temperature around it dropped by several degrees.

"It's normal to have casualties during the fight, don't you say?" While taking out the scimitar, Mu Sen looked at Hong Han and said with a smile.

Hong Han glanced at Mu Sen's scimitar and silently strengthened the power of the frost hand a little.

"Boom!"

Before Mu Sen's rhetorical question could be answered by Hong Han, Frost struck the shield with his hand. In an instant, the shield lit up like fire, and countless complex lines entangled with each other, devouring the power of the frosty hand, and the crackling sound was like a firecracker, exploding around the shield.

After a stalemate of about three breaths, Mu Sen suddenly retreated. After three steps, Mu Sen regained his footing, a trace of paleness flashed across his face, obviously the confrontation just now consumed him a lot.

But he still didn't care, and persistently asked Hong Han that question, "Did you say it?"

Hong Han's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a light like a poisonous snake, and at this time, there was a trace of hideous taste on his delicate face, and he licked his lips, "Wood Sacrifice Wine, you are right." ”

After a pause, his voice became colder, "Next, I will let go of my hands and feet to fight with the wooden sacrificial wine, and if there is any accident, I hope that the wooden sacrificial wine will be more bearable." ”

Regarding Hong Han's threat, Mu Sen smiled very freely, and then said, "I don't care, I don't care." But then, I hope you don't care. ”

The corners of Hong Han's mouth pulled a cold arc, "I never care." ”

Mu Sen nodded, "That's good." ”

Then, he took out a bell, this bell was exquisitely made, the whole body was silver, and some floating marks on it added a few wisps of mystery to it, and a deep breath spread from the bell.

The curvature of the corners of Hong Han's mouth was a little stiff.

Mu Sen pinned the jingle to his waist, and then took out a short blade. This short blade has a simple shape, and the handle and blade of the knife are unpretentious. But the bloodthirsty aura it exudes has changed the color of the heavens and the earth.

The curvature of the corners of Hong Han's mouth froze completely.

Mu Sen pinned the blade to his waist, and a talisman instantly appeared in his hand. The talisman is made of jade, and the brilliance on it is extremely beautiful, but the silk qi it exudes makes people's skin like a needle prick. Mu Sen slapped it on his left shoulder.

Hong Han adjusted his somewhat stiff face, and the disdain in his eyes disappeared, but it was replaced by solemnity.

Mu Sen continued to take things out, a specially modified repeating crossbow was buckled on his left leg, seven crossbow arrows as thick as chopsticks emitted the light of the cold, whenever the air flowed, there would be a slight tearing sound, so sharp that everything could be cracked.

After deducting this repeating crossbow, Mu Sen buckled a cylinder on his right leg, this cylinder was about the thickness of thin bamboo, and its appearance was gorgeous, and it was dyed with a cheesy red, and it did not show any breath, like a toy. But if you peek through the mouth of the barrel, you will find three black balls lying quietly, like a ferocious beast dormant, ready to let out a shocking wrath.

After buttoning the cylinder, Mu Sen took out a cloak......

At this time, Hong Han suddenly said, "Wooden sacrifice wine ......"

But before he could finish speaking, Mu Sen interrupted him impatiently, "Don't worry, it'll be over soon." ”