With a hissing sound, the wind swirled, and the floor beneath Han Xiaohan's feet was scratched by the knife's energy, leaving a white mark.
Just now outside the court, Zhan Huai had already noticed that Han Xiaohan's footwork was unusual. Although he couldn't name it, there was something mysterious and unpredictable in it.
Seeing him disappear in front of his eyes, Zhan Huai turned his hand and slapped him from behind without stopping.
He was right. Han Xiaohan was less than two steps behind him. Before he could stand firm, the opponent's palm wind came again.
Good! Han Xiaohan shouted from the bottom of his heart, and his fighting spirit rose. He spun around, like a ghost without substance, and suddenly appeared in front of him again. At the same time, he raised his knee and kicked hard, and his toes straightened up, like a sharp sword, pointing at Zhan Huai's neck and throat.
This kick, seemingly ordinary, actually contained all of Han Xiaohan's strength and was extremely powerful. If he was really hit by this kick, his bones would be broken and Zhan Huai's head would be in danger.
It sounds slow, but it is actually very fast. It happened like a flash of lightning. It was too late to dodge. Zhan Huai's heart trembled. He quickly retracted his arm, held the handle of the knife with one hand, held the tip of the knife with the other, and held the knife across his neck. Half a century of power, seven levels of it, were infused into his arms. The muscles on his arms grew three points longer than before. He roared and took Han Xiaohan's kick head-on.
Puff! With his toes firmly on the blade, Han Xiaohan paused, flipped in the air, and landed lightly on the ground. He didn't seem to be in a hurry or tense at all. He put his hands behind his back, stepped with his feet in a nail-like pace, his clothes fluttered without wind, and he looked fierce and majestic. He was really free and easy and majestic.
Zhan Huai was not as cool as him, and could even be said to be in a state of embarrassment. He felt as if the swords in his hands were hit by a running train. His arms were numb, and his knuckles were swollen and painful. He could not help but retreat backwards. He did not want to lose face in front of everyone, not to mention that there was a deputy head of the sect present. He retreated two steps, and hurriedly sank the internal energy in his body, using the hard door kung fu of the thousand-pound weight. There were two crisp sounds under his feet, and the solid wood floor was crushed to pieces. He thought he could remove the opponent's strength, but he paused for less than half a second, and felt that the strength from his arms did not decrease at all. If he forced himself to hold on, he would definitely hurt his abdomen. In desperation, Zhan Huai flew back another three meters away, and retreated several steps after landing. Finally, he stood still and stopped. Looking left and right, his face turned red and purple, and his lips trembled.
It turned out that he was retreating and jumping, then retreating again, and he was actually retreating from the field to the gate in a series of steps.
Hey... Ah! Zhan Huai was arrogant, but he was beaten so badly by a boy who was more than half his age. How could he bear such a great humiliation? He was so angry that he kept groaning, his pupils were congested, and his facial muscles were twisted. He swung his arm and stabbed the sword heavily into the ground. The floor was made of cement and steel bars, which were extremely solid, but the blade sank more than three-quarters into it, and lime flew. Then, he twisted his wrist, and with a spring sound, Zhan Huai pulled out a silver and murderous sword from the black blade. This was the real body of his sword, and the black sword was just the outer sheath of the real body.
After revealing the real sword, Zhan Huai calmed down instantly. The blood red in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by serenity and peace.
Mr. Zhan is going to show his real skills. The cold-faced young man stood beside Bai Yulong and whispered: But the other party is just a teenager...