"Seventh Elder, you may have lived in Lanshan Pavilion for a long time, so you don't know much about Han Sanqian. But Han Sanqian has never used the sword as his killing move!" Lu Ruoxin also looked at the figure in the sky, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Can't accept this reality.
"This is impossible." The seventh elder shook his head: "Look at that kid's swordsmanship. It is not only exquisite, but also extremely skilled. Obviously he didn't just learn it. In my opinion, he has at least learned it for a long time.
Yes, how could it be..."
This point is actually difficult for Lu Ruoxin to understand.
Han Sanqian can't use a sword, or in other words, he can use it, but he has absolutely no sword skills at all. She has been observing Han Sanqian for a long time. She has even fought with Han Sanqian several times, so naturally she has
Whatever Han Sanqian is capable of, she has the right to speak.
But the fact now is that Han Sanqian knows how to use it, and he uses it extremely well.
The swordsmanship is exquisite and the sword moves are extremely skilled. The seventh elder's knowledge is obviously correct.
What on earth is going on!!
"Unless..." The Seventh Elder naturally knew that Miss Lu could not lie to him, and there was no point in her lying on this matter.
Therefore, there is only one possibility left.
An extremely unlikely possibility!
"Unless someone passed on his lifelong skills and knowledge to him?" Lu Ruoxin almost immediately thought of this possibility.
The seventh elder nodded, yes, that was the only way he could learn and understand the use of the sword in a short period of time, and bring out the power of the sword.
"But this is impossible." Lu Ruoxin shook his head.
Han Sanqian knew almost immediately from the trajectory of Quelong Mountain that he was first swallowed by the evil glutton, and then came out near this border town.
This area is almost deserted, and even the inhabited border towns obviously don't look like places where experts exist.
"What's more, for someone who possesses such superb swordsmanship, it's not an exaggeration to call him a swordsman. His skill has reached its peak, so how could he pass it on to Han Sanqian for no reason?!"
As a Seventh Elder, it is difficult to accept this possibility. Just as no one is willing to give away his life's wealth to someone who is not a relative or an acquaintance.
Unless, by chance, you meet the right person.
But the problem is that with the death of such a master, it is impossible for the world of Bafang not to have any news, let alone any movement.
Strange. Weird. It’s really hard to imagine.
"This Han Sanqian is full of secrets!" Lu Ruoxin responded lightly.
I don't know since when. Lu Ruoxin seemed to have become accustomed to all kinds of secrets about Han Sanqian, so she didn't bother to think about the things about him that she couldn't figure out.
"You can see it." The seventh elder also nodded and looked up at the battle situation in the sky.
At this time, the two of them were fighting more and more bravely, and the more they fought, the more fierce they became. Especially at this time, Fang Kun had almost reached a state of madness and anger. Every sword strike was almost equal to the strength of a thousand people.
If there is any discussion, it is obvious that it will kill people.
But what was different from him was that Han Sanqian didn't have any irritable emotions at this time. He just took every move he made calmly and then counterattacked!
Fang Kun's swordsmanship is indeed powerful. But the 720-way Divine Sword is obviously even more powerful!
As the sword techniques continued to go down, the seventy-two sword techniques became more intensive and fierce. Fang Kun, who had a slight advantage at the beginning, was completely unable to resist. Naturally, he became angry for a while, and now he is full of murderous intent.
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"Didn't your elders tell you, young people, be careful not to be impatient?" At this time, Han Sanqian suddenly smiled softly, catching a flaw in Fang Kun's chaotic swordsmanship under his rage, and then.
Pointing at the sword peak, a sword energy was instantly released.
"Bang!"
Fang Kun, who seemed to be extremely fierce, was directly hit in the chest by the sword energy. He only felt a strange force knocking his body away. After taking several steps back, he could barely stabilize his body.
"puff!"
Almost at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Fang Kun looked at Han Sanqian unwillingly, especially when he still had a disdainful sneer on his face.
It's impossible, it's impossible, he can't lose.
Who is he? He is the successor of the Desert City, the future king, and a hero who has the ambition to carry forward the Fang family and even dominate one side!
How could he lose? Moreover, he still lost to an inferior person from Earth!?
"You lost." Han Sanqian said lightly with disdain. If Lu Ruoxin had not been handed over to Han Nian, and he was not the person Lu Ruoxin brought, Han Sanqian would never have shown mercy.
If it had been anyone else, the sword just hit him in the chest, and he could have easily killed him.
However, Han Sanqian clearly had a backup plan and withdrew at least 90% of his strength, only to repel him.
But obviously, Fang Kun knows this, and so do bystanders such as Lu Ruoxin!
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian ignored him and walked down.
But almost at this moment, Fang Kun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were blood red with endless anger, and he suddenly grasped the sword in his hand!
