"Seventh Elder, you may have lived in Lanshan Pavilion for a long time and haven't come out, so you don't know much about Han Sanqian. But Han Sanqian has never used swords as a killer move!" Lu Ruoxin also looked at the figure in the sky, and couldn't accept this reality for a moment.

"This is impossible." The Seventh Elder shook his head: "Look at the sword technique of that son is not only exquisite, but also very familiar. Obviously, he has not just learned it. In my opinion, he has at least achieved success in learning for a long time. How could he..."

This is actually something that Lu Ruoxin finds difficult to understand.

Han Sanqian can't use swords, or in other words, he can use them, but there is absolutely no sword technique at all. She has been observing Han Sanqian for a long time, and has fought Han Sanqian thoroughly several times. Naturally, she has the right to speak for Han Sanqian if she has any skills.

But the fact now is that Han Sanqian can use it, and he uses it very well.

The sword technique is exquisite and the sword moves are very familiar. The seventh elder's cognition is obviously correct.

What the hell is going on!!

"Unless..." The seventh elder also naturally knew that Miss Lu's family could not lie and deceive him, and she had no meaning in lying in this matter.

So, there is only one possibility left.

An extremely unlikely possibility!

"Unless someone passes his lifelong unique skills and skills together?" Lu Ruoxin also thought of this possibility almost the first time.

The Seventh Elder nodded, yes, this is the only way to learn and understand the use in a very short time and exert the power of the sword technique.

"But this is impossible." Lu Ruoxin shook his head.

Han Sanqian almost found out from the trajectory of the trapped Long Mountain that he was swallowed by the evil Taotie first, and then when he came out, he was near this small town on the side.

This area is almost deserted, and even the small border towns with people obviously do not look like places where there are masters.

"What's more, it's not an exaggeration to call him the Sword God with such a unique swordsman. His skills have reached its peak, so how could he pass it to Han Sanqian for no reason?!"

With the attitude of the seven elders, it is difficult to recognize this possibility, just as no one is willing to give his lifelong wealth to someone who is not relative or unfamiliar.

Unless, by chance, you meet someone with destiny.

But the problem is that if such a master falls, it is impossible for the world of all directions to be without any news, and it is even more impossible for no movement.

It's strange, strange, and hard to imagine.

"This Han Sanqian is full of secrets!" Lu Ruoxin responded lightly.

I don’t know when, Lu Ruoxin seemed to have become accustomed to the secrets on Han Sanqian, so he was lazy to think about the things he couldn’t understand.

"You can see it." The seventh elder nodded, looked up at the battle situation in the sky.

The two of them were already fighting more and more bravely, and the more they fought, especially Fang Kun, who had almost reached a state of madness and anger. Every sword was cut out, almost all the power of a thousand equals. There was no such thing as a discussion, which was clearly to kill people.

But what is different from him is that Han Sanqian did not have any irritability at this time, but just took every move of his calmness and then counterattacked!

Fang Kun’s sword technique is indeed powerful, but the Seventy-Twenty-Two-way Divine Sword is obviously even more powerful!

As the sword technique continues to go down, the seventy-two-way sword technique becomes increasingly dense and fierce. Fang Kun has been unable to resist the initial advantage, and for a moment, he is naturally angry and now he is full of murderous aura.

"Your elders, haven't you told you that young people should not be irritated?" At this time, Han Sanqian suddenly smiled softly and grabbed a flaw in the messy sword technique under Fang Kun's rage. After that, Jian Peak pointed and a sword energy suddenly erupted instantly.

"Bang!"

Fang Kun, who seemed extremely ferocious, was directly hit by the sword energy in his chest. He felt a strange force knocking his body away. After taking several steps, he barely stabilized his body.

"puff!"

At the same time, a mouthful of blood was immediately sprayed out of his mouth.

Fang Kun looked at Han Sanqian unwillingly, especially at this moment, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible for him to lose.

Who is he? He is the successor of the Desert City, the future king, and the hero who is ambitious to carry forward the Fang family and even dominate one side!

How could he lose? Moreover, he lost to a inferior man from the earth!?

"You lost." Han Sanqian said with disdain. If it weren't for Lu Ruoxin to hand it over to him, and he was not the one Lu Ruoxin brought, Han Sanqian would never show mercy.

If it were someone else, the sword had hit him in the chest just now, so he could easily take his life.

However, Han Sanqian obviously kept his back and stopped at least 90% of his strength, which was just to repel him.

But obviously, Fang Kun knew this, and Lu Ruoxin and other bystanders also knew it!

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian ignored him and then turned to his whereabouts.

But almost at this moment, Fang Kun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were extremely blood-red, with endless anger, and he suddenly grabbed the long sword in his hand!
Chapter completed!