The art of sword control!

Seeing the spectacular scene of Han Chen split into nine, a low uproar occurred in the inside and outside of the holy land.

It's another unique skill of the Sword Sect.

With the Zhongshan Fengyu Sword just now, Han Chen used two martial arts of the Sword Sect, which was simply swaying the faces of the Sword Sect and his group on the insole.

Fortunately, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect was not here, otherwise he would have spit out a few mouthfuls of old blood without anger.

Even so, Pan Ren and the Sword Sect all gritted their teeth with hatred. While their anger suddenly arose, they were also secretly shocked.

The sword-controlling technique can be refined to the extreme, and can transform into nine clones, together with the original body, there are a total of ten people.

Han Chen transformed into eight clones, which was only one clone away from the extreme state of sword control. Looking at the young juniors of the entire Sword Sect, no one could do this.

Even the dead Jian Yifei was only seven clones.

"This damn bastard boy." Pan Ren cursed viciously, his eyes almost spitting out of fire.

At this time, no one paid attention to Pan Ren's curse.

Inside and outside the holy land, there are more than 100,000 people in the two states of Tianxie, all of whom are solemn, their eyes are not moving, and they don’t even dare to blink.

After the fierce confrontation, everyone already understood that the outcome of the battle was about to be announced.

And who can laugh to the end?

But even Pu Xinghe and Bei Mingcang no longer dared to confirm it.

...

Above the platform of the Holy Realm, nine identical cold stars passed through the chaotic power fluctuation area, and set off a sharp and solemn force to rush towards Pu Xinghui.

There is no difference between the nine Hanchens at all, both in appearance, expression, and even the aura emitted is exactly the same.

"Pu Xinghui, it's over!"

Nine Hanchens spoke together, and the thick voice was like thunder. The Tianming Sword in their hands burst out with a dazzling golden light at the same time, and the powerful sword energy triggered the sky.

"Hehe, it's really time to end." Pu Xinghui's face was covered with a vicious smile, and his gloomy face looked a little hideous.

"Boom!"

The golden Wuyuanli ocean behind him caused an uproar. When the nine cold stars arrived in front of him, nine extremely powerful spiral light columns suddenly emerged from the majestic Wuyuanli ocean.

The spiral light column rotated rapidly, traversing the sky, and directly impacted the nine Hanchens with the momentum of thunder.

"Bang!"

The heavy muffled sound was conveyed in the void at the same time, and Han Chen and the eight clones were shocked and retreated one after another.

At the same time, Pu Xinghui quickly exploded out, holding the Black Flame Holy Spear, rolling up an endless solemn aura, turning into a meteor-like glow.

"Bang bang!"

Along with the eight sounds of explosions, the flowing light transformed by Pu Xinghui pierced the bodies of eight Hanchens at an extreme speed, and these eight Hanchens, without exception, all burst into a ball of white mist.

"Hehe, the body is here."

Pu Xinghui laughed smugly, and with a lightning speed, he drew a trace of afterimage in the sky, and directly reached Han Chen's original body. With the black flame holy gun in his hand, the sharp spear light suddenly penetrated Han Chen's heart.

"Hanchen!"

"elder brother!"

...

Mingruo, Deep Rain, Xuexi, Mu Tianen, Qixuan Peak and others all had pale faces and trembled.

Oh my God!

That's it?

The audience was silent in an instant, and everyone opened their eyes wide open.

Pu Xinghui's move was as fast as lightning, so that everyone's hearts had not even done the preparations.

Those who were looking forward to Han Chen's death breathed a sigh of relief. Pan Ren, the great elder of the Sword Sect, sighed softly, "This bastard is finally dead."

Everyone in Tianfu showed relaxed smiles on their faces.

Especially the person involved, Pu Xinghui, grabbed the Black Flame Holy Spear that pierced through Han Chen's heart with one hand and never let go.

Looking at Han Chen's pale face, Pu Xinghui looked proud, "Hehe, little brat, go with peace of mind! After fighting with me for so long, you are proud enough."

But at this moment, Han Chen grabbed the Black Flame Holy Spear on his chest with one hand, and a great mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You're too happy too early."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "bang!", the ninth cold sky turned into a ball of white mist.

What?

Nine clones?

The ultimate state of sword control!

...

"Pu Xinghui, don't be happy too early after you said."

A familiar and sarcastic voice came out from a region of chaotic energy that had not yet dissipated.

Everyone here shrank, and even the two famous figures of Puxinghe and Beimingcang suddenly changed their faces.

"Swoosh!"

Without waiting for everyone to react from the shock, a sharp figure rushed into the sky. As soon as he put his palm on, the Tianmang Sword immediately flew out of Han Chen's palm.

"hiss!"

The air was torn apart, and the Tianming Sword was like a meteor flying from the sky, dragging out long and thick waves of air at the tail, attacking Pu Xinghui at a rapid speed.

Pu Xinghui's face changed. In a hurry, he quickly scattered with the Black Flame Holy Spear in front of him, intending to forcibly withstand the opponent's powerful move.

"boom!"

The sword edge of the Tianmang Sword sturdyly impacted the Black Flame Holy Spear's gun body, and the surging impact was coming with force.

Pu Xinghui's body trembled violently, and the Black Flame Holy Spear almost flew out of his hand.

Pu Xinghui looked cold and shouted sternly, "Damn it, I'll kill you."

"Hehe, it's too late." Han Chen sneered.

"Sword Soul, Sword Soul Slash!"

Before he finished speaking, an illusory and transparent small sword was spewed out from the Tianmang Sword without any warning. The small sword was crystal clear and exuded the powerful power of a top-grade holy weapon.

Pu Xinghui's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and for the first time there was a huge panic on his vicious face.

"boom!"

With the shocking eyes of more than 100,000 people in the audience, the illusory and transparent sword hit Pu Xinghui's chest hard.

"Click!"

The sound of the broken sternum was extremely harsh. Pu Xinghui's clothes on his chest burst out, his flesh was crushed, and his flesh immediately became bloody and fuzzy.

A large mouthful of scarlet blood gushed out of Pu Xinghui's mouth. The latter's eyes were about to split and his eyes were almost glaring out of his body. The momentum of the powerful man emitted was rapidly restrained and he became extremely depressed in an instant.

"Han, Chen..." Pu Xinghui's teeth burst out from blood, and his ferocious appearance was like an evil ghost.

Han Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light and he shouted disdainfully, "You can shut up."

A dark shadow flashed, and Han Chen flew to the other party, raised his leg and kicked Pu Xinghui hard on the chin.

"Bang!"

Along with a dull sound, the broken teeth in Pu Xinghui's mouth fluttered with the blood, and then it fell from the sky weakly like a bird with broken wings.

"boom!"

Pu Xinghui fell on a mountain that had become ruins, covered in blood and fell into a pit, motionless like a dead dog.

...

Quiet.

Deadly quiet.

The moment Pu Xinghui landed, everyone's heart seemed to be still. An unprecedented shock firmly occupied their minds.

Xie Qufeng, Xie Wuchang, Pu Shiqiong, Yang Dingjie, Zi Ling, Xue Yang, Dao Shixian and more than a dozen genius sons were particularly weak inside and had a very pale face.

Before the Tianxie Contest arrived, each of them was full of confidence.

But when Pu Xinghui landed, every genius present suffered setbacks. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the young figure standing proudly on the top of the holy platform. In front of him, no matter which genius was, it was difficult for him to be proud.

Tianfeng Square is dead silent.

Qixuan Peak's lips swayed slightly twice, but he found that his hands were shaking. In the past few decades, nothing has ever made him so disobeyed, but today, it is impossible for Qikai to maintain his calmness.

The strong men from various major sects have different moods.
To be continued...