Chapter 1605

It can be imagined that after the selection of the inner disciples, he Shengfa peak will be very powerful. At that time, who is qualified to compete with Chang Wanfa for the position of patriarch!

Jian Mang, accompanied by Lei Guang, is like a dragon that roams for nine days. He opens his ferocious mouth to Han Yangshu, revealing his sharp teeth.

This sword is so powerful and unstoppable!

"Han Yangshu, now give up and admit defeat, I'll let you go, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" Fang Yunan danced the sword with one hand and made his fingerprints with the other. He roared wildly.

"Brother Han, be careful!" A Jizong disciple exclaimed.

"Elder martial brother Han, stop. You are still young. Just wait another ten years." Several other Jizong disciples who were friendly with Han Yangshu also kindly advised.

Chang Yingrong looks at Han Yangshu, who is shrouded by Jianwei. His eyes are worried. He seems to want to open his mouth, but he soon gives up his mind and returns to his former apathy.

Compared with other classmates, she knows more about Han Yangshu. She knows that with his strength, even if he is not the enemy of Yunan, he will not be hurt too much and will not cause any harm to his future cultivation.

More importantly, she also knows that Han Yangshu's temperament seems to be mild, but in fact, he has his own pride, so he can never give up and admit defeat.

This is good, and only when he hits his head and blood, he will know his own good. Chang Yingrong thought secretly.

Thunder, as if in the ear, Han Yangshu but as if unheard of, look still so calm, so confident.

"As I said, you don't have a chance." Han Yangshu slowly raised his sword.

"Big words don't..." Fang Yu Nan scornfully smile, but the words haven't finished, the vision fiercely one coagulate.

An electric light, like a wave of water, flowed quickly from Han Yangshu's sword, and the powerful momentum came with it. Inexplicable chill, but also from the bottom of Fang Yunan's heart flow.

"This is..." before Fang Yunan could understand what was going on, he saw Han Yangshu's figure flash, and he turned into a shadow of separation. He cut his sword face to face at the same time, and two thunders fell from the sky at the same time.

"Ha!" The glare of thunder seemed to tear open the air and the earth.

Fang Yunan's Feitian Yunling and jiutianlei were instantly shaken away, and his shield was broken like a soap bubble and turned into a streamer.

"Poof..." with a dull hum, Fang Yunan flew out of the competition platform like a broken kite. Before he landed, his mouth was full of blood.

Under the stage, Chang Yingrong was stunned, the two elders were stunned, and all the disciples of nanlizong were stunned.

Fang Yunan, who had been crazy before, was defeated so cleanly that even Han Yangshu couldn't stop him.

The so-called Feitian Yunling and Jiutian Jianlei, and the so-called Jinghua Shuiyue with both attack and defense, are so vulnerable under Han Yangshu's sword that they are as fragile as paper lanterns!

How did Han Yangshu do it? How could this sword be so powerful?

"Nine days magic thunder sword, he uses nine days magic thunder sword!" Finally, one of the inner disciples cried out in shock.

Hearing what he said, other disciples suddenly remembered that Luo en defeated Ji Yingshi last time with the same sword skill!

Although Jiutian magic thunder sword is the first unique skill of Nanli sect, it has been lost for thousands of years, so many new disciples haven't even heard of it. They don't even think that Han Yangshu has learned it. It's only then that he wakes up.