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

boom!

The sword light crossed a distance of thousands of feet, causing the shield of the ring to shake.

"You still won't admit defeat?"

Jiang Han did not pursue him. The opponent was too weak and he had lost interest.

"You are the one who should admit defeat!!"

Song Jianping suddenly appeared behind Jiang Han, staring at the back of Jiang Han with flaming eyes. He clenched a broken blade with cold light in his left hand and stabbed at Jiang Han with all his strength!

"Go to hell!!"

A ferocious grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the bloodshot eyes made him look even more bloodthirsty.

The surrounding heavy snow was attracted by him, and it turned into a snow river with blood-red light and poured into the broken blade, staining it with a layer of blood.

For this sword strike, he burned his blood and energy at the cost of several years of recuperation, determined to kill with one strike.

All the white snow turned into blood color, and in an instant, a hundred-foot-long blood dragon condensed and wrapped around the edge of the blade. It was his Wild Snow Sword Intent stained with blood, and it could break the sky with one sword!

The sky was filled with blood-red evil spirits. He was followed by a blood dragon, carrying the power to destroy mountains and break seas. In an instant, he stabbed less than ten feet behind Jiang Han.

A foot-long crack appeared in the void, and the violent momentum made the white clouds tremble, and everyone was shocked.

The power of this sword is the peak attack that Yuanying can expect!"

In just a moment, this sword would pierce Jiang Han, tear his body apart, and defeat him completely.

"You despicable villain! Jiang Han spared your life twice, yet you turned your kindness into hatred!"

Lu Jingxue's face was full of anxiety, and she stood up and screamed.

However, Jiang Han's expression remained calm as usual, but there was a hint of displeasure between his brows.

Lu Jingxue rarely told the truth. It was just a fight, there was no need to fight to the death.

He had just spared the other person's life twice. Was Song Jianping really so stupid that he couldn't see the difference, or did he feel that he didn't dare to be ruthless and wanted to take advantage of his holding back to win?

Time to end.

Jiang Han suppressed his emotions, and a layer of scarlet blood surged out of the surface of his purple robe, adding a bit of brutality and ferocity to him.

He turned around and walked backwards, seemingly slowly, but in fact he was facing the opponent in a flash. A layer of golden blood light appeared on his right hand, and he grabbed the blood dragon casually.

It was clearly just a casual grab, without much power, but Song Jianping smelled a hint of death from it. His scalp instantly tensed, as if a voice in his mind was screaming frantically:

Back off, back off!!!

But the sword is already there, this is his only chance to succeed, how can he retreat?

Song Jianping gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the instinct to escape. He exerted force with his left hand, allowing the sharp blade to sink into his flesh and blood. He swallowed his blood in big gulps, turning it into a large amount of blood and energy that merged into the sword, pushing the power of this sword to its peak.

The violent sword intent seemed to have touched a certain limit, causing the power of this sword to completely reach the level of splitting the sky and destroying the universe.

"A breakthrough on the battlefield, his sword intent unexpectedly advanced a step further under the threat of life and death, faintly touching the laws of the sword!"

At this moment, he finally attracted the attention of the gods above. They were no longer as casual as before, but looked at him seriously.

If he could comprehend the principles of swordsmanship, Song Jianping's hope of becoming a god would reach 20%.

Although it’s not much, it’s enough for them to win over.

Song Jianping was also extremely surprised. This was the realm he had been pursuing for a hundred years but had never reached. He did not expect to have a breakthrough in this life-and-death battle.

But the huge fear in his heart prevented him from laughing.

After the breakthrough, he was still afraid of that palm. How powerful was the other party's casual palm?

Song Jianping swallowed his saliva and continued forward.

In an instant, Jiang Han's right hand, which was shining with golden light, finally landed on the blood dragon's head.

With a snap, the blood dragon's skull exploded, revealing a broken blade inside.

Without hesitation, he reached his palm straight in and grabbed the broken blade in his palm. Ignoring the other party's frantic struggle, he squeezed it with a little force.

Kaka-

The crisp sound of metal exploding resounded through the sky, and the blood-red broken blade was crushed into pieces by Jiang Han with one hand. When he raised his hand, it turned into countless blood-red light spots and scattered in front of him.

Song Jianping's eyes were bloodshot and he had no time to react. He could only watch the light spots fall on his body.

At this moment, those lights did not break the sword, but turned into countless blood-red sword lights with terrifying power, which directly broke through his physical defense comparable to that of an earth-level magic weapon, and pierced his body with countless tiny blood holes that were transparent from front to back.

The terrifying force forcibly stopped his forward-moving body, and all the bones in his body shattered with a crack. He flew backwards with a bang, flying hundreds of miles away with a deafening sonic boom!

boom!

Song Jianping drew an arc and crashed directly into the lake, creating a huge splash of water and hitting the bottom of the lake heavily. The huge rocks at the bottom of the lake exploded instantly, creating a huge pit of a hundred feet in the lake bottom.

The lake suddenly became turbulent, stirring up countless green and yellow mud. Countless fish monsters who were watching the fun were frightened and fled in all directions, stirring up waves of green waves.

"puff--!"

Song Jianping spat out blood again and lay powerlessly at the bottom of the lake.

The rock beneath him was smashed into pieces, and hundreds of needle-sized holes appeared on his body, oozing blood. The severe pain made his body twitch constantly.

But he seemed to feel nothing, just staring at Jiang Han with wide eyes as if he was a monster.

The sword he struck in the middle of a battle could even poke a big hole in the Youxian Island. An ordinary Nascent Soul would be torn to pieces by the violent sword intent as soon as it was touched by the blood light, and there would be no chance of survival.

But Jiang Han...

To be honest, even if the opponent used a high-level magic flying sword to block the sword, Song Jianping would feel a little better.

But the opponent just used one hand to easily block the sword!

He was even able to counterattack, crushing his flying sword and injuring him severely to the point of dying.

Such crude and barbaric means were beyond his understanding of sword cultivation.

How can a swordsman fight with fists instead of swords? He is clearly a street thug!

He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam and asked with some difficulty:

"You, you are really a swordsman?"

From the beginning to the end, the opponent didn't even use a decent sword move. The few times he used his sword, they were all simple chops. It was just that the speed was too fast and the power was too strong that he couldn't defend himself.

Just a casual attack has such power. If the opponent uses those secret sword moves, how terrifying would the power be!

At this moment, Song Jianping thought of the rumors about Jiang Han.

No wonder the opponent always defeated the enemy with one sword. Even Wang Qingfeng was defeated and seriously injured after only two moves.

It wasn't that Jiang Han was unwilling to use his full strength, it was because their strength was too weak and it wasn't worth him using his full swordsmanship.

"That's it, that's it..."

Rumors are indeed not to be believed. If he had observed carefully, he would have noticed the ease with which the other party fought with Wang Qingfeng. He would not have fought to the death today, and he would not have been defeated so miserably. Instead, he would have honestly gone on stage to admit defeat and entered the fairy island with the second place.

Now, although he is also in second place, his injuries will take several years to heal.

He didn't need to suffer all this.

What made him even more heartbroken was the Dragon Snow Sword that had cost him so much effort...

"What if I'm a sword cultivator? What if I'm not a sword cultivator?"

Jiang Han's gaze spanned a hundred miles, gazing at the miserable figure lying at the bottom of the lake. His tone was calm yet tinged with a hint of amusement:

"Don't you think that sword cultivators only know how to use swords?"