In the city.

Two sword lights soared into the sky, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the pressure of the sword intent wreaked havoc in all directions.

Then the two quickly separated, and then quickly intertwined.

The two of them waved their swords on the ring, and their figures disappeared and reappeared. The swords pressed on the ring, and a roar was heard.

Then the arena began to crack, unable to withstand the wrath of the sword.

The long swords in each other's hands made a crisp clashing sound.

Their movements are agile and their swords are sharp.

Everyone was exclaiming.

They thought this would be a crushing situation.

But I never thought that they are evenly matched now.

Ye Qingxue held Ye Mumu's hand tightly and exclaimed:

"Did I read that correctly?

"Han Ming, who is traveling with us, actually has such a level of cultivation?"

"You read that right, but can you stop grabbing me?" Ye Mumu screamed in pain.

Ye Feng's cheeks turned red as he remembered what he had said to Han Ming before.

Talk about Tianjiao in front of Tianjiao.

I'm so embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Han Ming is indeed powerful, but do you think he can win?" Ye Qingxue suddenly asked.

Others were silent.

Facing one of the Seven Extreme Swords of Shanhai Sword Sect, they never thought about winning.

Can you win?

I feel like I can't.

We can only see how long Han Ming can persist.

Don't talk about them, other people think the same way.

Some sounds came from the surroundings.

"Who is this person? He is quite strong."

"Yeah, I don't know how long he can last."

"No matter how long it takes, it is enough to prove that he is a genius."

"It's true. A person from a small sect actually shines under the Immortal Sect and is evenly matched with the Immortal Sect's genius. This is enough for him to be proud of."

These sounds can be heard everywhere, even in the inn where Jiang Hao is staying.

Everyone is guessing how long Han Ming can last.

Hearing this, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Why do you think Han Ming will lose?"

A middle-aged man looked over and said: "I'm afraid this fellow Taoist doesn't know who his opponent is. He is the proud son of the Immortal Sect.

"To be able to perform like this in the early stage is already very impressive. This is not to say that Han Ming is inferior to anyone else, but that his background is just like this."

"The Tianyin Sect's background is indeed a little worse, but some have received special care, so the difference in background should not be that bad." Jiang Hao explained.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid I'm not from a small sect." The middle-aged man said seriously: "Fellow Taoist is not able to imagine how terrifying the Immortal Sect is."

Jiang Hao nodded and said nothing more.

Han Ming has good talent and good opportunities.

What was lacking was guidance, but in order to guide Han Ming, the master had studied kendo for a long time.

So the gap between Han Ming and Xianzong is not that big.

Even if there is, these hundreds of years of experience are enough to make up for it.

Talent is important, but it is by no means everything.

Han Minglai brought his sword, his heart and mind,

How can we judge him by how long he persists?

"He came here to learn about swordsmanship, not to compete." Jiang Hao said softly.

People around him didn't take it seriously.

Jing Dajiang looked at Han Ming and said seriously: "This is a good seedling, but overall he is indeed weaker. Unless

"Isn't it?

"Is this why he came?"

"It's hard to say," the old man with a beard said.

Jiang Hao didn't say anything else, but continued to watch.

At this time, on the arena, swords and swords flashed, and power burst out.

Han Ming holds the Shanhe Sword and activates the power of the Shanhe Sword, with a heavy aura in every move he makes.

And there was a black and white aura surging around Jian Chengji, making everything around him dim.

The two forces kept colliding.

The powerful sword force forced the onlookers back one step after another.

But as time passed, blood began to appear on Han Ming's body, and he was the first to be injured.

This way, others will have a clearer idea of ​​the final outcome.

Everyone is guessing how long Han Ming can last.

But not long after, blood began to flow out of Jian Chengji's body, and he was also injured by Han Ming's sword.

The battle has entered a fever pitch.

Han Ming began to appear at a disadvantage.

For a time, Ye Qingxue and others became more and more nervous. I don't know since when, they were expecting the result.

They have a feeling that Han Ming

You may not lose.

late at night.

The light of the sword illuminated the heaven and earth, making everyone feel that the night had been driven away.

This battle was full of brilliance, and Han Ming was completely suppressed and beaten from the second half of the night.

It seemed that his injuries prevented him from continuing to attack with all his strength.

"If we are going to lose, I think Han Ming will lose before dawn."

However, as the morning light approached, a huge sword light suddenly burst out.

Han Ming flew out upside down.

Jian Chengji also retreated a long way.

At this time, Han Ming was standing in the air, with many injuries on his body, and blood was constantly spilling onto the ground.

The aura on his body is also gradually weakening.

However, his eyes have never changed. He has a sword in his heart and a sword in his hand. He will not lose, let alone admit defeat.

Jian Chengji lowered his eyebrows. Now he seemed to have an advantage, but in his eyes, the opponent's sword intent was as sharp as ever, which meant that nothing had changed.

"Shanhai Sword Sect's reputation is well-deserved." Han Ming suddenly smiled.

"Fellow Taoist is not bad either." Jian Chengji followed.

At this time, Han Ming was breathing heavily and his body could no longer hold on.

At this time, he took a deep breath and said: "I still have one sword in my heart, the last sword."

"Unfortunately, I also have a sword in my heart." Jian Chengji then spoke.

At this time, Han Ming dragged his seriously injured body, raised his sword, looked at the sword body and spoke softly:

"When I was young, I accidentally ate a fruit and became a dependent of mountains and rivers. However, I have never asked for mountains and rivers since I was a child.

"Now pass on some words for me."

The sword of mountains and rivers shook.

Han Ming raised his head slightly and said softly: "Borrow me a morning sun."

The moment the words fell, everyone onlookers suddenly felt the mountains and rivers shaking.
To be continued...