I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

Aside from his second form and the One Qi Capturing Hand Divine Power, Su Han held back almost nothing, using all his trump cards in this life-or-death battle. The spiritual sword, Heaven's Will in Water, hummed continuously in his hand, its sword energy surging.

In the space of a few breaths, the two had already exchanged several rounds of blows.

Their speed was so fast that afterimages constantly appeared.

If the people below the stage were not all strong or talented, with hardly any ordinary people among them, they would not have been able to keep up with the battle at all. Some were surprised, never expecting that Su Han could actually hold his own.

According to their expectations,

Su Han should have been suppressed and beaten, perhaps even beheaded with a single sword strike.

Could this person really be such a genius?

Was the Dragon Qi from yesterday really taken by this person?

After a while, Bai Li, wielding the Blood River Sword, became increasingly alarmed as he fought. He felt that the tiger's mouth of his hand was numb from the shock, and the blood in his whole body was uncontrollably resisting, suppressed by Su Han's overbearing sword energy.

How could this be? It shouldn't be like this.

He had the Blood River Sword to enhance his combat power, yet he couldn't do anything to his opponent, and was instead being suppressed?

A sense of humiliation filled his heart. He roared, gripped the Blood River Sword tightly, and mobilized the blood energy within it to the greatest extent.

His entire person seemed to be shrouded in a blood mist, becoming a mist person, charging forward.

Su Han raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled softly.

This was what he had been waiting for.

He activated the Killing Sword Technique and continued to clash with Bai Li. The two swords intertwined, emitting bursts of clanging sounds.

At first, it seemed that he was not at a disadvantage, returning to the previous stalemate.

Of course, if someone observed closely, they would notice.

Every time the two swords collided, the spiritual sword, Heaven's Will in Water, would secretly take away a portion of the blood energy from the Blood River Sword. This cycle repeated, and gradually the blood energy on the Blood River Sword faded.

Bai Li thought it was caused by his extreme urging of the Blood River Sword.

He became increasingly anxious.

If all the blood energy in the Blood River Sword was exhausted and he still couldn't defeat this person, wouldn't he be embarrassing the sect? A genius from the prefecture was actually unable to defeat a mere local genius?

Someone below the stage commented:

"It seems we all underestimated Su Han."

"Could it be that Su Han can really win this match?"

"Has a hidden dragon really emerged from this place?"

Of course, some people expressed different opinions, including the gloomy man from the Profound Dao Pavilion, Chen Jing. He said indifferently: "That's not necessarily true. I know Bai Li's strength, he hasn't used his real killing move yet."

"The gap between the prefecture and the local county is not just a difference in aptitude. Pills, secret techniques, and experience are enough to create a desperate chasm. Let's wait and see."

As soon as these words came out, many people agreed, nodding in agreement.

That was indeed the case.

Although Su Han was strong, it had already exceeded their expectations.

But he might not be able to turn the situation around.

While the audience was discussing, the situation on the stage had reached a critical moment.

The blood energy on the Blood River Sword was about to dry up.

Bai Li was greatly alarmed. Disregarding the serious damage to his vitality and exposing his trump card, he roared, cut his finger, and used his blood essence as a guide, dripping it on the Blood River Sword. Immediately, the sword body bloomed with a red light.

"Sacrifice with blood, evolve the Blood River!"

There was an exclamation from below the stage.

Some people who were sitting steadily on the fishing platform stood up directly, shocked. Why could this Su Han also evolve the Blood River? Wasn't that a secret technique unique to the Sword-Bearing Mountain!

Moreover, the Blood River that Su Han evolved was even more vast, far more exquisite than Bai Li's Blood River. If Su Han's evolved one was called a Blood River, then Bai Li's could only be called a Blood Creek, a small stream!

"Why do you also know my sect's secret technique!"

The two Blood Rivers collided instantly, washing away and devouring each other. It was either the east wind prevailing over the west wind, or the west wind prevailing over the east wind, but Bai Li only felt extremely strenuous and exclaimed.

He clearly felt that Su Han's Blood River was much stronger than his in terms of impact and devouring ability.

Even if he resisted desperately, he was still constantly being蚕食 and devoured.

He could no longer interrupt this process.

The Blood River Sword in his hand was tightly attached to his hand, unable to be discarded. The evolved Blood River could not be sustained, and could only continuously extract the pure blood energy from his body as a supplement. His body began to dry up slowly, his essence, energy, and spirit withered, and he was weak all over, on the verge of death.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the master's instructions before going down the mountain.

"The Blood River Sword is boundlessly fierce and must not be moved lightly. The Blood River Technique within it comes from the remnants of secret techniques from the ancient times. Once sacrificed, one must take a life to retrieve it, otherwise it will backfire."

Bai Li suddenly came to his senses, with a miserable smile on his face.

A thought flashed through his mind, Master, I regret not listening to your words.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, his whole body dry, his blood energy had been absorbed by the Blood River, and the fire of his life had been extinguished.

And that Blood River, without a master, was quickly devoured by Su Han's Blood River, and finally turned back into pure blood energy, returning to the spiritual sword, bringing a touch of blood color and fierceness to this Heaven's Will in Water.

Su Han's expression was calm.

If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed.

Now that all the blood energy on the Blood River Sword had been absorbed by him, the Blood River that should have been evolved by killing thousands of people was condensed, possessing boundless power.

Under the scouring of the Blood River, it could take away the blood energy of living beings in an instant.

Ordinary people, if washed away, would only be left with white bones!

This also gave him an inspiration.

If he wanted to condense and strengthen the Blood River, he didn't necessarily have to kill so many people. He could find targets with thick blood energy, such as those legendary fierce beasts that could roar and shake mountains and rivers.

And after this battle.

He found that his compatibility with the Calamity Qi had increased, and the Calamity Dao Pattern began to condense again, which corresponded to the previous guess. Being in the calamity, as a person who should be in the calamity, he should naturally be favored by the Calamity Qi.

Of course, except for people like him who possessed secret techniques that could utilize the Calamity Qi, other people who were favored by the Calamity Qi, in the terminology of fortune-telling, would have a dark印堂 and would definitely have a bloody disaster.

He also found that the Blood River had a very high compatibility with the Calamity Qi. Perhaps he could try to integrate the Calamity Qi into the Blood River. In this way, the power would definitely increase exponentially, more than doubled!

The crowd below the stage was stunned by this scene.

The situation took a turn for the better, and the result greatly exceeded their expectations.

Bai Li of the Sword-Bearing Mountain was actually defeated and died!

Even if this Bai Li was not the number one genius, he was also a disciple of the Sword-Bearing Mountain, a great sect of swordsmanship, who was best at fighting and killing, and had killed more than one genius of the same generation.

But now he died here!

Chen Jing of the Profound Dao Pavilion had an extremely ugly face.

He had just boasted about Bai Li.

But Bai Li was defeated and died so quickly, slapping him in the face. But seeing Bai Li die so miserably, he didn't dare to go on stage to find trouble with Su Han. His strength was only on par with Bai Li. If Bai Li died, then he wouldn't get any benefits either.

Su Han stood on the stage, holding his long sword, and looked around at the crowd below.

He said loudly:

"May I ask, is there anyone else who wants to come up and fight me?"

Defeating an opponent was equivalent to passing through a calamity, and the condensation progress of the Calamity Dao Pattern would also increase. Originally, he thought it was troublesome, but now he was extremely active.

He even wanted to say, I want to fight ten!

"I'll meet you. Huoquan from the White Horse Temple."

A young man jumped onto the ring, looked at Su Han and smiled, but he looked at the Heaven's Will in Water stained with blood in Su Han's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"I'm a peaceful competition, this thing of yours is a bit scary."

Su Han smiled slightly when he saw this, inserted the Heaven's Will in Water into the ground, pulled out the long sword that Yuan Xingkong had inserted into the ring, and said with a smile: "In that case, little master, come on."

"I'm a lay disciple."

Huoquan reminded helplessly, and then punched, while reminding: "Be careful, my Vajra Fist is not weak, if I hit you with a serious injury, I don't have the money to pay for medical expenses."

The young man was obviously very confident in himself.

As long as the opponent doesn't have that scary thing on his body.

Is that considered his own strength to hold foreign objects?

He thinks not. As a martial artist, you have to rely on your fists.

The people under the stage began to discuss again.

"I heard that the boxing skills of the White Horse Temple are unparalleled in the world, even outside Qingyuan Prefecture, they have a place,

and have even been praised by a Divine Gate Grandmaster."

"Then can this young man win?"

"I think it's hanging, he just said that he is only a lay disciple, I don't understand why the White Horse Temple only sends lay disciples here, is it really not rare for this dragon energy?"

"Don't underestimate this young man, the White Horse Temple has Vajra, and also walkers, walking all over the world with Buddha-martial arts fists,

no one can stop them, this Huoquan is probably a descendant of the walker line."

Some knowledgeable people immediately refuted.

Sure enough, Huoquan's Vajra boxing method on the stage was hard bridge and hard horse, even colliding with Su Han's long sword was not inferior, and it made a clanging sound that only metal collision could make.

Su Han raised his eyebrows, horizontal training of external skills, interesting and interesting,

He grinned and inserted the long sword into the ground at random. Since this is the case, just try the Yanfu Yuan Gong that he has just practiced. Huoquan was stunned when he saw this, a little angry.

Are you too arrogant?

The swordsman still wants to fight him empty-handed?

Then let you see the power of the White Horse Temple boxing method!

Huoquan snorted coldly, the blood in his body was running, gathering and clinging in the acupoints around his body, and actually slowly plated a layer of gold on his skin, looking like a Bodhi golden body.

The people under the stage exclaimed:

"This young man is really not simple, he actually knows the secret biography of the White Horse Temple, body plated with golden body, it is said that this method can allow people who do not practice skin to also have the strength of skin refining, even in the skin refining realm, they can improve their physical defense, indestructible."

"More than that, when practiced to great success, it can even withstand a blow from the Qi Gate!"

The family members of the Five Surnames and Seven望 were also a little surprised when they saw this.

The handsome young man at the head frowned and pondered. He had fought with a master of the White Horse Temple before, and he also knew this golden body method. Although he won in the end, his hands were also sore from the beating, and his memory was still fresh.

"Without the blessing of the spiritual sword, can Su Han still beat Huoquan?"