Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Song Jianping froze in place, staring blankly down at his chest.

It was not until the blood hole as thick as a little finger came into view that he suddenly shuddered, felt a chill run through his body, and his pupils subconsciously shrank.

Just a little bit, just a little bit close!

The flying sword brushed past his heart, and he could even feel the cold sword intent on the blade. If the blade had been just a little to the right, he would have died!

What a confident control power this is. The other party is sure that he can't escape.

"How can it be……"

Song Jianping could hardly believe it. With his strength, he had no idea how the flying sword appeared.

He had clearly restricted his spiritual awareness and vision around him, and his spiritual awareness was always on guard against the surroundings. How come the other party could easily break through his blockade and stab him accurately?

And the speed of the flying sword was too fast, as if it appeared directly in his body.

Such a terrifying speed is too scary.

Could it be that the opponent didn't use his full strength in the previous battle, and now is his true strength?!

The green flying sword flashed before his eyes, then disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Han raised his hand and the Qinglong Sword fell to his side, hovering motionlessly.

The opponent's speed was indeed not slow, and his flexibility and changes made it difficult to defend against, but in comparison, his fairy style was still faster.

Moreover, whether out of confidence or arrogance, the opponent never activated his protective magic weapon, so his probing sword actually succeeded.

"You, you, when..."

The severe pain in his chest finally woke Song Jianping up. The arrogance on his face disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Jiang Han with some panic.

What happened? He had always been able to crush his enemies with his extreme speed and powerful strength, but this time, he was injured by a small flying sword.

Moreover, he could sense that the opponent hadn't even used any secret techniques, but had only used ordinary sword-wielding techniques to injure him. How could he accept this?!

"I don't accept it. If you hadn't attacked so suddenly, I wouldn't have been hit by the sword!"

Song Jianping gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and growled, then his figure suddenly disappeared. He activated the teleportation technique and appeared in front of Jiang Han out of thin air. The snow-white sword smashed down with a heavy sword force, and even the void was shaken.

The opponent was extremely fast, but the flying sword was not too powerful. Although he was hit by the sword, the injury was only minor.

He wouldn't be afraid of this level of injury even if it happened a hundred times!

In this case, it would be better to fight head-on. By relying on the power of his sword to overwhelm the opponent, he will definitely have a chance of winning.

People only know that Song Jianping's sword skills are extremely powerful, but they don't know that he has been cultivating his physical body. Over the past hundred years, he has exhausted all the resources in the inheritance and suffered endless hardships. Now he has a terrifying physical body that has just entered the Nascent Soul stage.

His power can split mountains and break seas!!

"Om-!"

The surface of the sword was trembling with ripples, and a shadowy dragon soul a hundred feet long seemed to be raising its head and roaring, with a fierce light flashing in its eyes as big as millstones.

As they got closer, Song Jianping could sense Jiang Han's aura more clearly.

Although there is a sense of fierceness, it is only sharp and has no murderous intent, and there is no sign of strength at all.

That is to say, it is only enough to scare ordinary cultivators. Compared with him, there is a world of difference.

A sword cultivator who only practices magic will have no way out if he gets close to him.

With just one sword, he could break the opponent's protective magic weapon and knock him out of the ring!

The snow fell suddenly and violently.

The spiritual power in his body surged like thunder, and Song Jianping poured all his strength into the sword. The long sword in his palm lit up with a dazzling white light, and the white dragon twisted and fell along with the long sword.

The force was so heavy, like thousands of mountains falling to the earth, leaving a dark crack in the void. At this moment, the entire arena let out a groan under the heavy burden and suddenly sank half an inch.

This sword has the power to destroy mountains!

No one could block his sword at such a close distance, and Jiang Han was no exception.

This is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, like the gap between heaven and earth that cannot be crossed.

Song Jianping was so full of blood that he ignored the blood gushing out of the wound on his chest, staring at the young man below with his bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that the other party not only did not dodge, but even dared to raise his sword to block, his eyes suddenly brightened.

One wrong step will lead to all wrong steps, and if you stand in the way, you will surely fail.

He will definitely win this battle!

Song Jianping was overjoyed, and he no longer held back his last bit of strength, pouring it all into the sword. The speed of the sword increased dramatically, and he couldn't wait to collide with the powerless green sword.

The contact is extremely smooth, without even a hint of resistance.

His Dragon Snow Sword slashed through the green sword, and with a slight snapping sound, the sword body inexplicably broke into two pieces.

A miserable dragon roar sounded in the void, and the shadow of the dragon soul rolled violently in the air.

In just a moment, a ball of white light burst out from its waist, and the dragon's roar suddenly stopped. The illusory dragon body like mist was broken into two pieces, turning into white smoke and drilling into the broken sword.

Song Jianping's eyes were bloodshot, but before he could react, he saw the other party shaking the sword and tapping it lightly. The tip of the sword touched the half-broken blade, and the broken blade immediately turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"My Dragon Snow Sword!!"

Song Jianping's natal flying sword was damaged, and his face suddenly turned pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood and clenched the broken sword tightly in his hand.

That is a sword at the peak of the Earth Grade, and it is only a step away from becoming a Heaven Grade magic weapon!

At the beginning, he searched for famous craftsmen all over the world, spent a huge amount of money, used countless rare spiritual materials, and spent more than ten years before he finally refined the best sword that best suited his own rules.

It only needs to be nurtured for another hundred years, and the dragon soul and sword intent will merge into one. Then the Longxue Sword will have a chance to survive the thunder tribulation and become a heavenly-level magic weapon that belongs only to him!

But now, the Longxue Sword, which was as hard as heavenly gold, could not be melted by fire, and could not be broken by an axe, was actually cut off by the opponent's sword?

Moreover, the other party didn't use any force at all, just a light touch, and his natal flying sword, which he cherished as his life, broke directly!

"Snapped--!"

A green light flashed, and the curved sword body hit Song Jianping mercilessly.

The terrifying force broke his ribs piece by piece, leaving a huge dent in his chest. His body bent up, and he flew backwards for thousands of feet, spurting blood, before suddenly disappearing in the wind and snow. When he reappeared, he had moved to the edge of the ring.

"Don't insult me! Why don't you use the sword!"

Song Jianping grabbed the broken blade flying in the air, shouted angrily, knelt on one knee, and coughed up blood while leaning on the broken sword. When he looked up, his eyes were filled with shock.

Where is the other party?

"it is good."

The calm voice was right behind him, and it frightened him so much that his body trembled. He hurriedly used the teleportation technique to try to dodge forward, but he was still a step too slow.

Jiang Han appeared behind him at some point, his purple sleeves rustling. He raised his sword and slashed it lightly. The sword light swept through the air like a breeze, passing through his right arm quickly. A piece of the broken arm holding the sword flew up into the sky, covered in warm blood.