Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"cut!"

Long Aotian shouted sharply and slashed out with a sword, which was as powerful as thunder. The wind howled and the thunder exploded, as if splitting the space in front of him.

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After defeating several geniuses one after another, Long Aotian laughed loudly and said arrogantly: "Who else is there?"

"Qin Yang of Tianchuan Sword Mansion, learn Brother Long's brilliant moves!"

Whoosh!

A purple-clothed figure flew up and jumped in front of Long Aotian.

Ten moves later, the disciple from Tianchuan Sword Mansion was also slashed away by Long Aotian's sword.

"Hahaha, who else is there?" Long Aotian laughed wildly. He lost three people in a row and was so popular that no one dared to take action easily.

"Young man from the Eastern Spiritual Realm, you showed off your power yesterday and taught my incompetent third brother a lesson. Why, why don't you come up and spar with me today? Or are you afraid of being beaten to death by me?"

Suddenly, Long Aotian pointed his finger at Ling Feng, with a trace of strong anger in his eyes.

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose. Sure enough, trouble still came to his door. After beating the little one, did the big one escape too?

Just when Ling Feng was about to take action, suddenly, a handsome man wearing a fox fur stood up impatiently in the seats in the Northern Cold Region, and said lazily: "The swordsmanship of the Western Sword Region, but... So."

"Um?"

Long Aotian was in high spirits. When he heard these words, his brows suddenly furrowed. He moved his eyes away from Ling Feng and glared at the fox-fur man, "What did you say? Say it again?"

"I don't like to repeat my words." The man in fox fur said with an indifferent expression.

"Boy, you have the guts! Tell me your name!" Long Aotian asked in a cold voice.

"Luo Hanzhou!"

The man in fox fur stood with his hands behind his back, facing Long Aotian's cannibalistic gaze, unafraid.

"Luo Hanzhou?"

Long Aotian clenched his fists and asked coldly: "Boy, you said that the swordsmanship in the West Sword Region is not good, what skills do you have in the Northern Cold Region that you can use?"

"It's not really a skill, but it's enough to defeat you."

Luo Hanzhou spoke slowly, his voice extremely cold, like the cold wind in the far north, making people shrink involuntarily.

The next moment, Luo Hanzhou was seen walking towards the central open space step by step. Ling Feng even noticed that the distance taken by Luo Hanzhou was very consistent with each step, as if it had been deliberately calculated. This kind of person has already mastered his own strength. .

Could the strong men in the Northern Cold Region finally be unable to hold back anymore?

Ling Feng felt slightly excited in his heart.

If the strong men in the Western Sword Region are good at swordsmanship, then in the Northern Cold Region, they mainly focus on physical training.

"What a loud tone!"

Long Aotian waved his big sword, and the wind roared. He stared at Luo Hanzhou coldly and shouted: "Three moves, I'll beat you down for your arrogant words in three moves!"

Luo Hanzhou slowly raised a finger, shook his head slightly and said: "You don't need three moves, one move is enough."

"Arrogant!"

Long Ao was trembling all over. He took one step forward, like a tiger descending the mountain. He raised his sword and then slashed it down, leaving behind an afterimage of the sword. The air burst and the wind roared, like a tiger roaring with overwhelming momentum.

Luo Hanzhou's long hair was blown away, revealing the other half of his face, as cold as ever, with a sparkle in his eyes.

In the next breath, Luo Hanzhou would be split open by Long Aotian's sword.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon!

In the lightning and flint, Luo Hanzhou moved and punched so fast that people couldn't look directly at him, and it was even difficult to see clearly how he punched. However, Long Aotian's slashing sword suddenly stopped, as if he had been cast on a body-holding technique. of.

I don't know when Long Aotian's chest was pressed against Luo Hanzhou's fist, and his fist burst out with force, which could directly shatter Long Aotian's heart.

A slight chill invaded Long Aotian's forehead, and for a moment, cold sweat broke out.

If it were not a sparring match, but a life-and-death fight, I'm afraid he would already be a dead man!

"You are too weak."

Luo Hanzhou stepped back quickly, still incredibly fast, almost as if teleporting, and appeared ten steps away.

quick! too fast!

Long Aotian's face turned from white to red, and he was indignant: Is he really too weak?

"Who can take a punch from me?"

Luo Hanzhou stood in the middle of the open space, his cold eyes sweeping across, and his cold words raging like a cold wind.