In the air.

I saw the fat man suddenly rushed out.

Song Jian's heart was thrilled and he quickly put away the offensive.

"Ahem..."

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Gu Han's figure appeared in front of everyone again.

His body was covered with terrifying wounds.

The small half was because of Song Jian, but most of them were the consequences of his forcibly operating the bipolar realm regardless of his body decay.

"Who are you!"

Song Jian was shocked and suspicious.

"How dare you destroy the death battle!"

"Shut up!"

The fat man's tone was stern.

"Say one more thing, Fat Master kills you!"

“…”

Shocked by his momentum, Song Jian immediately did not dare to say much.

The onlookers looked at the fat man with unknown origin and seemed to be extremely powerful, and they held their breath and thought to themselves, and they thought to themselves where the sacred place was.

"Fat man."

The smile in Gu Han's eyes subsided, but he returned to normal.

"Come back so soon?"

"Not mentioning this."

But the fat man caught his abnormality in an instant.

"What's wrong with you? Why is it so killing?"

“…”

Gu Han didn't say anything.

"this time."

The fat man sighed and stopped asking.

"Fat Master, I brought back something. The ancestor relied on it back then... I feel that there is a chance that it can save your life. How about going back and try it?"

"Fat man."

Gu Han glanced at Song Jian.

"I'm saving myself."

"Save it!"

The fat man said angrily: "Look at yourself, what kind of virtue you have become! With just such a broken body, even if you have the strength, how much can you do? Fight to death? Rescue yourself? It's almost the same for seeking death!"

Seeing Gu Han was indifferent.

He was a little unable to continue talking.

"I really don't retreat?"

"Fat man."

Gu Han glanced at the sword in his hand.

"Yun Fan will tell you the rules of fighting to the death."

“…”

"As a sword cultivator, if you retreat, you are timid."

“…”

"When you feel timid in your heart, the sword will be broken."

“…”

The fat man didn't say anything.

Although his understanding of Gu Han is not as good as Yang Ying, he also knows his personality well, and no one can persuade him.

"never mind."

He was a little overwhelmed.

"Since this is your choice, Fat Master, don't interfere much. The day when Fat Master met you, we have been through several times, then this time... you have to break through!"

Said.

He glanced at Song Jian in the air, with a strange expression.

"you?"

"Swords are also worthy of?"

This sentence.

It undoubtedly caused great harm to Song Jian, who has always regarded himself as a sword cultivator.

The eyes are red.

Hold the sword in your hand tightly.

Almost crazy.

"Brother Yulin."

Yun Fan glanced at the fat man in admiration.

"You are so awesome, much more powerful than Brother Gu!"

Five words.

The effect of directly allowing Song Jian to break the defense was unexpectedly good.

"This Young Master Gu."

Wang Yong couldn't help but sigh.

"I can come up with such a way to seek life in death, courage, nature, and wisdom, which are the only ones I have seen in my life. No wonder my Holy Son valued it so much."

"hehe."

Elder Zhou is unwilling to fall behind.

"In my opinion, today, Mr. Gu will definitely go to the blue sky and the dragon enters the sea. His future will be unlimited! He is worthy of being the junior brother that my young master cares about the most!"

Although they are all praising Gu Han.

But anyone can hear the implicit battle in the two's words.

boom!

At this time.

Song Jian's offensive fell again.

Compared to previous ones.

More secret skills. More crazy!

He no longer thought about anything safe or not. He just wanted to suppress Gu Han quickly with an absolute realm, prove his strength, and at the same time proved himself... he was a sword cultivator!

Gu Han is in...

A deep pit has appeared!

only.

Even though he was absolutely at a disadvantage, even though his injuries became heavier and he had no intention of giving up. His cultivation was almost overloaded. While resisting one attack after another, he could occasionally give Song Jian a backhand.

Sword Light!

This moment.

Shocking.

It is no longer enough to describe everyone's mood at this moment.

And their eyes when they looked at Song Jian became even more strange.

The Taoist bell rings five times?

Heavenly level exercises?

Call yourself a sword cultivator?
To be continued...