Who is the one who holds the sword?

Han Baojian is the same.

Bei Xiaoshan and Nan Baojian, both of them were once famous and powerful underworld masters. Now Nalan Xiaoshan has gone away, condensing his legendary life in a refreshing battle, but Han Baojian is still alive and lives in seclusion in front of Cheng Lanting's nest.

Interestingly, the little carpenter Gan Shisan is Nalan Xiaoshan's grandson. His meeting with Han Baojian at this moment also continued the grudges and hatreds of the previous generation.

No one knows what kind of relationship Han Baojian and Cheng Lanting are. With Han Baojian's reputation, why did he guard the gate for Cheng Lanting... But there is no need to pursue these things.

At this moment, there is only one thing, that is, combat.

Decide life and death.

The living must live and do not need to care about anything about the dead.

The little carpenter took four or five steps back and distanced himself from the ugly witch slave in front of him. Seeing that Han Baojian had already rushed over, there was a dark long sword in his hand, dull and his sharpness was restrained.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, and a lot of sparks flashed in an instant.

A long wish, add a new revenge.

Without any words, the little carpenter met Han Baojian.

The two started at the same time and ran towards each other.

The next second, one sword and one sword collided with each other, making a huge sound of gold and iron clashing.

clang……

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

The energy was stirring, the sound echoed, and the two stood and leaned forward.

The little carpenter's eyes were firm and with the courage to move forward, while Han Baojian's face showed a hint of surprise.

Are young people so powerful nowadays?

Not to mention the sword in the other party's hand, just the momentum that rushed forward seemed to rushing across the mountains, Han Baojian was shocked.

The young man in front of him was so terrifying that he unexpectedly thought.

Feeling the powerful Han Baojian of the little carpenter, he restrained his contempt in his heart and said with a smile: "It's very good, Nalan Xiaoshan has someone to succeed."

But the little carpenter said, "Don't talk about him. A clown like you is not worthy of comparing him."

snort!

Han Baojian snorted with a nose, then turned to laugh: "It's a good future, but it will be more suitable to go down to accompany your devil grandfather..."

He suddenly pressed down with force, and the little carpenter had to retreat.

As soon as Gan Mo retreated, the witch slave next to him immediately rushed over and wanted to take him down.

However, Han Baojian became tempted and shouted at the witch slaves: "Get out, I want to deal with him personally..."

Since he is Nalan Xiaoshan's grandson, let's have fun.

Although the witch slaves turned into evil ghosts, they did not lose their minds. So when they heard Han Baojian's orders, they immediately stopped and rushed towards the battlefield between Cheng Lanting and Qu Menghu, while the other group rushed towards the air cover shrouded by light.

In the originally chaotic field, only Han Baojian and Xiao Carpenter were left.

One sword, one sword.

King vs King.

The little carpenter knew that the reason why Han Baojian sent out these witch slaves was not to show fairness, but because the means he was about to use were very powerful and would likely affect the people around him.

Those witch slaves are Cheng Lanting's treasures, so with them beside him, Han Baojian would throw himself into a rat and be afraid of weapons.

And now that those guys have left, it means that the most difficult and intense moment has come.

But even so, the little carpenter was not afraid at all.

In his mind, he still remembers Nalan Xiaoshan's death strike.

At that moment, the sky and the earth changed color and the sun and the moon were gone.

That is the knife that is almost at its peak.

That is the awesome sword technique.

That knife has to experience how many worldly things, how much pain it has endured, and how many emotions it has cut off before it can be realized?

As for Han Baojian...

Ding, ding, ding...

The two of them fought each other without warning again. The dark and dull swords in Han Baojian's hands fought each other. In addition to the clear and exciting sound of gold, there was the sword wind sword shadow that could be seen with the naked eye. They were from invisible to tangible. I don't know how many marks were drawn on the ground, and then they turned into invisible.

Han Baojian became more and more shocked as he beat him. He felt that the young man in front of him was completely beyond his understanding of "youngness".

Whether it is the understanding, understanding, or application of swordsmanship, the other party is like a experienced swordsman who has been immersed in this art for most of his life.

How could a young man use such a sword technique?

He originally wanted to teach Nalan Xiaoshan's grandson a lesson with his rich combat experience and the ultimate sword moves he had learned over the years. As a result, the more he went to the back, the more he felt something was wrong...

He had to become serious, and he raised his hands and feet, which was full of the master's aura.

He even had to treat his opponent in front of him as his former enemy Nalan Xiaoshan.

Han Baojian gradually tried his best.

His body danced with the sword in his hand.

The sword energy shot out dozens of meters away.

Surging, turbulent.

The King of Qin rode a tiger and traveled to the eight poles, and the sword shone on the sky and the sky was blue.

The sound of Xihe knocking on the sun, the sound of glass flowing through the past and present is peaceful.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, Han Baojian finally climbed his cultivation to the peak state. The crisscrossing sword energy destroyed "everything" in the field, leaving the deepest cracks on the ground that were half a meter long.

Of course, the reason why all of this is in double quotes is that there is an exception.

That's the little carpenter.

And the old snow knife in his hand.

The sword in Han Baojian's hand turned into countless phantoms, and thousands of swords, and the sword energy it swelled up, filled the entire space.

Such power made the little carpenter remember the first time he heard about Han Baojian’s description.

This man is the top man who can break the river with one sword.

He has been around the world for many years.

This is a mountain that not everyone can face, let alone cross it.

Many people had this idea, but eventually fell to the foot of the mountain.

They became mud, dust, and no one could recognize them.

but……

The meaning of a mountain in the world is to be climbed, conquered, and then challenged, and then become another higher mountain.

If you cannot be conquered, it is not a mountain.

But the sky.

It is obvious that Han Baojian is not the vast world of immortality.

The two continued to fight. As Han Baojian's state rose to the peak, the little carpenter began to become a little embarrassed.

Several times, he was almost stabbed by the black sword in Han Baojian's hand, and even lost his life.

But every time, it was a slight difference and survived.

At the beginning, Han Baojian was full of confidence and felt that the next time, he would let the kid die here.

However, later on, this confidence began to gradually collapse.

Because of his repeated failures, he became a little confused.

Why is this kid so flexible?

It was as if he had become one with the world, which caused his senses to be deviated several times. He had obviously hit a sword but he was tilted to the side.

Why?

What accompanies this doubt is Han Baojian's guess about the strength of the little carpenter.

He thought he had seen countless people and could basically see his opponent's height at a glance. But at this moment, after fighting with the little carpenter for a long time, he found that this guy was like a fog. Every time he felt that the other party could not hold on, the guy suddenly had the energy, which surprised him...

This guy is weird!

The battle continues and time is deducing. For others, it is as fast as lightning, because the eyes cannot grasp the whereabouts of these two people.

But for the parties involved, it was as long as a century.

Because every moment, every minute, every second, countless thoughts will arise in my mind, and one of them must be chosen as the judgment of the next second.
To be continued...