Chapter 205 Black Stick Black Sword

The black giant sword in Han Jian's hand is like a dragon flying nine heavens. Every golden wind contains ruthless power, either stabbing, or splitting, picking, or wiping... The black electric light shines like flying in the air, and each sword accurately stabs the other's empty door... The two sides have fought hundreds of moves in a blink of an eye... It's all thrilling, such as two black whirlwinds rolling in the air... People up and down the city buildings have opened their eyes wide...

The sergeants who guarded the city unconsciously clenched the knife in their hands, and their hearts were full of endless shock... This is the first time they have seen Han Jian, the commander of their martial arts, but they have a feeling that their lives are worth it. Since then, Han Jian's figure has been deeply imprinted on these soldiers, allowing them to see each other for life. Then, he made great contributions to Han Jian's world-class meritorious deeds... And countless black people under the city tower were shocked by the confrontation between the two in the air, and they had a more admiring mood for their leaders... They played an extremely huge role in the rise of the unreate monk in the Xuanhuang continent in the future... This fear I'm afraid that the two sides who have now sacrificed their lives and died in the battleground did not expect...

The sound of drums suddenly came from the head of the city. People looked up and saw that there was a cowhide drum held by several people at the head of the city... A strong man with a strong upper body**, with a blood-red scarf on his head, a few feet of blood-colored belt tied around his waist, and his eyebrows were beating drums and cheering... The sound of drums penetrated The power is extremely powerful, and almost the whole North City is shocked... The two people hovering in the air are even more energetic. In the thunder and lightning, you come and go, and thousands of moves have passed in a blink of an eye... The rolling hurricane between heaven and earth makes the sandstorm roar like dark clouds above people's heads... People can no longer see the two people, and can only hear the sandstorm. The sound of the dragon roaring...

The intoxicated Vietnam War between the two sides became more and more smooth, and a long roar like a dragon, which made people fascinated. Finally, a shocking loud noise was emitted, and two very embarrassed figures in the sand and dust in the sky shot out quickly... Each fell on the flat ground, and they all fell back dozens of feet on the ground. It's hard to stand... When people look at the field, they only see that both of them are good-looking...

The clothes on the unsored monk have turned into wisps, revealing blood-stained muscles. Above a bald head, it became earthy yellow and turned into a native in the night... And there was no complete place on Han Jian's body. He turned into a khaki blue shirt with a sound, which was blown by the wind, and the ragged clothes became pieces. Flying... Obviously, the structural texture of the cloth was shattered by the powerful force of the other party...

What hasn't changed is that the eyes of both sides are like cold stars on a cold night, shining with cold light and a crazy murderous intention...

"The official's martial arts skills are really good, and he has reached the peak of the sword realm. If it weren't been for the monk, I'm afraid he would have become the dead soul at the bottom of the official's sword..." The eyes of the unwillless monk had a faint appreciation, but there was also an unconcealed compladened self-esteem in his words, and he continued: "In today's world, you can practice the sword to this To this extent, I'm afraid I can't find a few people..."

"I prefer people to call me by other names." Han Jian looked at the uninspired monk and said lightly. There is a slight solemnity in his eyes, and more is the flame of longing for war...

"You can take over my four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight swords. You do have the ability to say such words, but in the end, you will still fail..." There is infinite confidence in Han Jian's words.

"I don't see your proud swordsmanship. Although it has a long sword, sharp strength and invincible, it kills too much..." The Wuzhi monk pondered slightly, then raised his head and said very seriously, "Within ten thousand moves, you and I have no share. As for ten thousand moves, I'm afraid who will win and who will lose, I only God knows..." He gently pointed the black stick in his hand to the completely darkened sky... However, Han Jian could see the truth and stubbornness in his eyes...

The dark night gradually came, and several cold stars that arrived early flashed in the night, and the cold half moon also climbed up, sprinkling a faint moonlight on the tower of Wuyun City. Wuyun City became an extremely huge monster in countless hungry or tired crowds...

"I still want to enter this city. Your martial arts are extraordinary, and you should have compassion. God has the virtue of life. Why do you have to stop it? It's rare that you can't see these displaced and suffering poor people. We travel thousands of miles and face the abyss of death at any time, not to mention our wives and children, and they are precarious..." At the beginning, his voice was as powerful as a stone, and in the end, he became sad...

Slightly silent, Han Jian's eyes were hidden in his long black hair, and he turned his head slightly. No one could see the expression in his eyes clearly...

Han Jian said slowly, "You can cross Wuyun City to the downstream South Guangdong City. It's rich enough for you people to spend some days...

The Wuzhi monk shook his head gently, pointed the black stick in his hand to the huge monster, and then said in a low voice, "We must go in, because we are also human beings. We are the owners of this land, it..." He pointed to the five cloud city in front of him, and then said word by word, "It owes me. Theirs." ......

Silence... A long silence, only the cool wind blowing from the wild, blowing the gray dust, and then mixed with black wind, blowing from the side... There is an invisible depression...

"This is my responsibility." The muscles on Han Jian's face were slightly **, and then he took a long breath and continued to say, "If you want to go in, you need to cross my sword, me, or my... body." The wind suddenly seemed to get cold, and the moonlight poured over from a place of 300,000 meters, stained thousands of mountains and rivers, soaked countless creatures, and brought an infinite desolation...

The Wuzhi monk gently rubbed his bare head with his hand and suddenly burst into a bright smile and said softly, "It seems that there is only immortality?" Han Jian's face was like a wooden stone, and he could not see any expression, but his fingertips slowly grabbed it in and clenched the black giant sword in his hand...

A huge evil spirit rose to the sky, and the black stick in the hand of the unwilled monk had been raised high... Han Jian's eyes was only the black sword in his hand, but a trace of imperceptible condensation had appeared in the depths of his eyes...

When an unprecedented war broke out between the two sides, a soft laugh suddenly came from the black shadow behind the mountain bag.

"Ha, what two idiots. I only work hard here, but I forget the life and death of others..."

Although the sound was not loud, the penetration was extremely strong, which clearly entered their ears. The two people who were preparing for a life-and-death battle couldn't help stopping their hands, and a strange look flashed in their eyes... Because the skills of both of them have been improved to the extreme at this moment, even if there is a trace of wind around them, or The sound of insects and ants can never escape from their keen ears. Unexpectedly, there is a person who unconsciously lurks beside them. How can they not be shocked...

Han Jian and both of them couldn't help grasping the blade in their hands and turned their eyes to the shadow behind the hill. The Wuzhi monk said harshly, "Since friends are here, how can they be sneaky? Why don't you come out to meet each other? Maybe it's fate..."

"Ha ha, how can I have such a brainless friend?"

A trace of anger appeared on the face of the ignorant monk. How could he let the other party play? He said angrily, "If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude..." While speaking, the black stick in his hand has been raised high, and the huge pressure has emanating out, covering the hill. I'm afraid of his blow. It will flatten the messy stone...

"It's good to say that you are brainless." The voice in the shadow smiled strangely and said, "Sure enough, it's just a fool who knows how to use brute force. I really don't know how these hundreds of thousands of people dare to take responsibility for their lives to you. It's really chilling..."

In the face of the constant sarcasm of the people in the shadow, the self-restraint of the unmotivated monk has reached the bottom line, and his heart is angry and can no longer stand it anymore. The black stick in his hand is raised high, step out, and has arrived at the side of the rockery. The giant stick with an extremely thick wind of breaking the sky and suddenly smashed down...

In the splash of gravel, the gravel flew in the air, and there was a whirlwind on the flat ground. Several thick poplar trees around were broken by the hurricane...

Han Jian's eyes condensed slightly. After such a long period of fierce battle, the power of the unrejected monk was still so strong that he could not be underestimated. He couldn't help sweating secretly for the hidden man... This aimless monk was originally a evil star, which was very difficult to deal with, but now the dark man dared to brush his beard, isn't he? Is it going to kill me? However, as far as his eyes could see, there was no sign of life... Han Jian was secretly shocked by his fast body... He slowly closed his eyes and used his mental strength to feel the traces of the man in the four fields...

The flying hurricane slowly fell, and the unwise monk could not see anyone's shadow. Except for the dark trees and rocks, there was no sign of the four fields. His spiritual power had been mentioned to the highest, but he still could not feel the signs of human breathing... The dead silence around, except for the faintly transmitted from afar. The sound of the crowd is no longer there...

The Wuzhi monk has always believed in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he feels that it is cold under the back of his neck... With a deep roar, the tall figure of the Wuzhi monk has risen to the ground, exerted his strength under his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he has trampled on this small mountain that is not wide... However, there is still nothing to find anything...

"Senior, please come out and teach me." The ambitionless monk said in a loud voice. He thought that there must be some unrivaled old monster who came out to make trouble for them at this time... The sound roared into the distance, like thunder, and the green mountains several miles away echoed his strong voice... The people who heard it changed color when they heard the words...

"Ha ha, I came to teach you..." A laughter came, and the ambitionless monk changed his face when he heard the words, and his feet suddenly retreated, and in a blink of an eye, he had appeared several feet away. His eyes stared at a big tree on his head with incomparable surprise...