As time went by, Han Jian was at his wits end, because no matter what moves he used, what angle he chose, or what part he attacked, Chai Yan would not suffer the slightest damage.
On the contrary, it was Chai Yan who only had to go head-to-head with Han Jian. Not only was Han Jian helpless, but he also had to spend all his energy to dodge and avoid. If he accidentally hit him with a punch, he would not be able to suffer the consequences!
This also means that the balance of victory has slowly tilted to Chai Yan's side!
No, we have to find a way quickly!
Han Jian knew very well that if he continued like this, his physical strength would eventually be exhausted. However, the other party also had a helper. Although she was a woman, she seemed to be a master of swordsmanship...
..
Maybe you will suffer a big loss!
Thinking of this, Han Jian jumped back, then took a few steps back to maintain a distance of more than two feet from Chai Yan.
"Boy, what kind of evil kung fu have you practiced?" At this time, Han Jian no longer dared to look down on Chai Yan.
"Do you want to know?" Chai Yan sneered and said sternly: "I will tell you slowly after I unscrew your head!"
Taking this opportunity, Chai Yan responded to what the other party had just said.
Han Jian looked up at the moon and thought to himself, it was almost Haishi, and it seemed that he would not be able to meet the time limit...
But in the next moment, Han Jian suddenly woke up and secretly cursed: What a damn time limit! What I should be thinking about now is how to escape unscathed!
That's all, today we have to retreat in order to advance, and let's make long-term plans the next day!
After making up his mind to retreat, Han Jian couldn't help but feel upset. He thought that he had traveled around the world for many years and killed countless souls under the sword. Unexpectedly, he was defeated in humiliation for the first time by such a young man!
Angry, hateful!
When Chai Yan saw that Han Jian was in a daze and was speechless, he also looked up at the moon, then lowered his head and said, "It turns out it's already so late! No, no, no, it has to be over quickly, and it can't delay my wife's early morning routine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chai Yan pounced towards Han Jian, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and the speed of this pounce was more than twice as fast as the action during the fight just now!
Han Jian was secretly annoyed, and his attention was slightly distracted. Suddenly he saw Chai Yan rushing towards him, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed "Oh no!"
It was too late, but then it was too late. At the critical moment, Han Jian suddenly made a wonderful backflip, barely avoiding Chai Yan's pounce. After landing, he staggered a few times and stood still in the hall.
The promised land.
"Not bad, uncle, there are two brushes!" Chai Yan straightened up and said.
The owl on the side shook his head slightly and thought to himself: This guy really doesn't want to suffer any losses...
"Come again!"
Chai Yan shouted loudly and rushed towards Han Jian again, a few minutes faster than before.
Fortunately, Han Jian's attention was not distracted this time. Although Chai Yan's second attack was more fierce, he was still dodged by him.
After successfully dodging, Han Jian immediately launched a counterattack. With a twist of his wrist, the sword tip immediately changed its direction and stabbed Chai Yan in the eye.
Just as the sword tip was about to hit Chai Yan's eye, a force suddenly stopped the sword from moving forward, and the sword tip, with its cold light exposed, stopped just inches away from Chai Yan's eye.
Han Jian took a closer look, and it turned out that it was Chai Yan's two palms that tightly grasped the blade of his sword. At this time, he couldn't pull it out, couldn't thrust out, and was in a dilemma.
Chai Yan held the sword firmly and said to Han Jian: "You actually stabbed my eyes, you are so vicious!"
Han Jian had no time to reply to his words. He was still using his secret energy to take back his sword.
Chai Yan held on to the sword and deliberately tilted his head to glance at the sword body and said: "Hey, this sword is not bad!"
"Let go!" Han Jian shouted fiercely.
"Tell me to let go?" Chai Yan frowned and said in a straight tone: "No way!"
As soon as the words came out, Chai Yan kicked his foot out...
"Ouch..."
After a painful cry, Han Jian flew away from Chai Yan and hit a pillar on the porch with a bang.
Han Jian hit a pillar and fell to his knees, but stood up quickly the next moment, seemingly not being seriously injured.
In fact, this is not the case, because Han Jian is covering his face, so others cannot see his true condition under the mask. Blood is already flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his throat is sweet...
Chai Yan held up Hanjian's sword, looked at it in the moonlight, and secretly asked Shangguan Peining: "Hey, how many lives has this sword cost?"
Shangguan Peining was silent for a moment and replied: "Judging from the smell of blood here, there are probably more than fifty..."
"More than fifty?" Chai Yan couldn't help shouting. He really didn't expect Han Jian to kill so many people with this sword.
Chai Yan looked at Han Jian and said, "You guy, you actually killed more than fifty people with this sword?"
Han Jian was shocked and thought, how could he know?
Since his debut, Hanjian has indeed killed fifty-three people!
"Oh my God, this is such a killing..." Chai Yan was shocked and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Shangguan Peining mistakenly thought that Chai Yan was talking to her, so she couldn't help but reply calmly: "There are only fifty people, and there were more than this when I was fourteen years old."
Chai Yan was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself that you are just a bloodthirsty female devil, who can compare with you!
"Give me the sword back!" Han Jian stared at Chai Yan angrily.
Chai Yan held the hilt of the sword and gently tapped his other palm with the sword blade, as if he was playing with a pointer.
"What if I don't?" Chai Yan replied in a very light voice.
"You..." Han Jian glared at Chai Yan, gritting his teeth secretly, and the anger in his heart became stronger, but there was nothing he could do.
Finally, Han Jian chose to compromise, suppressing his anger and said: "Give me your sword back, and I will leave immediately, never..."
Before Han Jian finished speaking, Chai Yan suddenly grabbed both ends of the sword, then raised his knees and broke the sword into two pieces.
With two "clangs", the broken sword was thrown at Han Jian's feet.
Chai Yan said contemptuously: "Here, the sword is returned to you!"
Han Jian's whole body turned to stone in an instant. He looked at the two broken swords at his feet, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I...my sword, my cold iron sword..."
Hanjian has been walking around the world for many years, relying on this cold iron sword. The name Hanjian is also derived from this sword. Now that the sword was broken by Chai Yan on the spot, it was a huge blow!
"It turns out to be a cold iron sword, but it doesn't look like the quality is very good. It broke with just a slight bend, tsk tsk tsk... I think it's a piece of street food..."
Chai Yan's broken sword can be described as killing people and killing people. At this time, he did not forget to add insult to injury and hit the opponent with words.
"Chai Yan, remember this! If I don't avenge Broken Sword, I, Han Jian, will never be a human being!"
Han Jian swore a poisonous oath on the spot, then suddenly turned around and ran towards the courtyard wall.
Then a sound of breaking wind sounded, and Han Jian disappeared beside the courtyard wall.
Chai Yan stared blankly at the courtyard wall that Han Jian climbed over, and said in astonishment: "I'm going, aren't you injured? How can you still run so fast?"