The sword light is ethereal.

It's coming in a flash!

Although it is about one-third smaller than the sword light of his peak, its sharpness and murderous intent are even better than the past!

broken!

Seeing the sword light coming.

Song Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, but he tried his best to do everything, and his body suddenly tilted!

brush!

The sword light brushed over instantly!

The face was cold and tingling, and blood kept dripping down, but it was swept by the strong wind brought by the sword light, and a small three-inch-long wound appeared!

"you……"

He stared at Gu Han tightly, shocked and angry.

His cultivation level.

It is the second level of heavenly tribulation.

After two thunder tribulations, the physical strength is naturally much stronger than that of the cultivators in the Yukong Realm.

But unexpectedly.

Still hurt by the sword light...

No!

It's just the wind brought by the sword light!

If it was the real sword light... he wouldn't dare to think about it!

“So strong!”

"This sword light is too fast!"

"No, Lingxuan Realm, when will it be so powerful?"

"Nonsense, they must have special abilities, otherwise we are in the Lingxuan Realm like him, so why don't we have this ability?"

“…”

Everyone was talking.

If they said that they just admired Gu Han's courage before.

That moment.

But he agreed with his strength!

"Can you win?"

Zhao Mengyou and Xue Yu's eyes lit up.

"It's hard to say."

Yun Fan, who is not a dog-legged, has rich experience in fighting, and can roughly see the reality of both sides.

"Song Dog Legs Dao Zhong rings five times."

"And it is a natural body of golden evil."

"Although Brother Gu...there are too many different realms, and his body is declining, and the outcome is unpredictable!"

"and……"

He sighed.

"Brother Gu's purpose is not as simple as winning!"

Gu Han wants it.

It's just a little opportunity to break through the realm brought by the crisis of life and death.

From this point of view.

The stronger Song Jian, the better.

But the other way around.

The stronger Song Jian is, the greater the life-and-death crisis Gu Han faces, and the higher the probability of death...!

Yunfan knew this very well.

His mood was also very contradictory.

I hope Song Jian is strong, but I don’t want Song Jian to be too strong.

"I'm careless."

In the field.

Song Jian touched the blood on his face, his face full of sternness.

"I didn't expect it."

"You're really capable!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gu Han raised his long sword flat.

"Mr. Song, you are considered a person in the Great Yan Dynasty. You gave birth to a useless son like you, and you still have the face to be called a marquis?"

boom!

While talking.

His bipolar realm cultivation level completely exploded!

An unparalleled spiritual pressure spread out instantly, and those who were slightly closer felt a sense of oppression that seemed to be the essence!

"this……"

This place is surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

There are naturally many knowledgeable people.

"This is the ultimate state!"

"What! It turns out to be the ultimate realm!"

"No wonder, he doesn't seem to have a special physique or bloodline, but he is so strong. If it is in the extreme state, it will be able to explain it!"

“…”

Everyone kept talking.

It’s just obvious that people who can discover Gu Han’s bipolar realm almost do not exist.

With the surging spiritual power, it is circulating.

Although there was no problem with his meridians, his body was constantly bursting with wounds, and blood kept flowing, which made Yun Fan and others feel heartbroken.

"To me."

Gu Han seemed to have not realized it, and continued to stimulate Song Jian.

"You are a shitty little marquis, at best, just a wild monkey jumping up and down."

"I kill you!"

Being so humiliated.

Song Jian could no longer contain the murderous intent in his heart, and his cultivation level instantly rose to the extreme, and sharp intentions flashed across his body, and he kept sinking into the long sword in his hand!

brush!

The sword was swung heavily.

Several sword energy, about feet long, fell on Gu Han's body with a sharp meaning!

"Sword Qi?"

Everyone was shocked.

Only then did I remember that Song Jian also called himself a sword cultivator.

"Oh."

The blood in Gu Han's eyes became thicker and thicker, and he went straight to meet him without dodging or avoiding him!

Clam!

Clam!

...

The sound of golden sound kept ringing.
To be continued...