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The two Supreme Elders spoke, and Fang Han and others felt relieved.

Both Hua Le'er and Fang Qingcheng were secretly paying attention to Chen Hui. The difference was that the former wanted to know Chen Hui's strength, but Fang Qingcheng was worried.

In addition, Ouyang Xue finally defeated her opponent and welcomed her new opponent, Bai Yufei, Tianquan Sect.

Three sets of competitive platforms!

The white mist was shrouded in lingeringly, and the mist was flowing like a trickle of water. Yuan Han himself was wrapped in white mist, and his body could not be seen clearly with his naked eyes, as if it was in the underworld.

"Crazy!"

With a sound, Yuan Han, like a giant haze, stepped out, walking forward like a mountain. Although he looked powerful, his speed was extremely fast, like lightning. The wind blew white fog. When his hands pulled suddenly, he saw a white airflow chain forming, crystal clear as jade, like a ghost iron chain, robbing people of life.

"Chenhui, die!"

Yuan Han was very proud, with cold eyebrows and ruthlessness. With a wave of his hands, the mist was swung out.

"Crack!"

A thunder sounded in the space, and the fog was as white as day, shaking so hard that people couldn't open their eyes. From a distance, the athletics seemed to have been torn into two halves.

"Chen Hui, my move is called Tianwu Refining. Even the invincible ninth-level Tianwu Master will be beaten to death by me. The strongest man will be injured if he gets more than a dozen or so. Let me see how many shots you can get?" Yuan Han said with a deep tone and stared at Chen Hui.

"Flame Immortal Body!"

Immediately, a hot flame burned on Chen Hui's body.

In the fog, he felt the threat and defended with his immortal body with his flames. It was better.

There was a "buzz" sound.

His body was raised, the flames were raging, and the colorless air flowed around him, like a gurgling stream.

"Death Sword Intention!"

The origin of death in the middle of the process is activated, and the aura of gloomy, cold, and ruthless power surges out from Chenhui's body and rolls out like a tide.

Then, Chen Hui held the sword in one hand, pointed the tip of the sword directly into the sky, and condensed a little bright sword light.

"Swish"!

A stern black sword intent slashed into the air at the whipped fog Bailian.

Two killer moves, one on the black side and the other on the white side, as if two different worlds.

"puff!"

The sword intent of Zhongcheng Death is indeed extraordinary. It cuts off the fog, but the fog is very strange. It is divided into two, and it is as if it is alive, avoiding the sword intent of Death and hitting Chen Hui.

Seeing this, Chen Hui's face darkened.

Yuan Han's control over the power of fog attribute is obviously like an arm envoy, with a unique talent, and when used, it is hard to defend against it.

This scene shocked everyone.

Fortunately, Chen Hui is also very human, so this method cannot be difficult for him.

"Dead Space!"

The world roared, as if the earth was sinking, the sky collapsed, and the power of death gathered, like dark clouds rolling from the east, condensed in the sky above the radiance of the sky, with ghost energy, like the Hell of Yama, where dead creatures such as dead spirits, zombies, skeletons appeared and rushed towards Yuan Han fiercely.

In an instant, the heaven and earth seemed to sink and crush out, like a torrent of steel.

"Puff puff puff!"

In an instant, the fog was destroyed, and the death space was fiercely pressing towards Yuan Han.

The countless dead creatures made hideous and ghost crying sounds, which made his will shake and his scalp numb, as if he had really reached hell.

"Swish!"

To be familiar, the hero did not suffer any loss in front of him, and Yuan Han immediately retreated.

However, Chen Hui obviously would not let him go so simply.

"Boom!"

Just like thousands of troops galloping, the death space is under Chen Hui's control and oppressing Yuan Han.

"Damn it!" Yuan Han saw this and his expression was shaking. He knew that the more he retreated, the stronger Chen Hui would be, and he would be at a disadvantage. In a time, he would be suppressed by Chen Hui, so he stopped immediately, his body was like a mountain, and he shouted loudly, his clothes were windless, and he was light and natural.

There was a "buzz" sound.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, coming from the west, and soon a thousand piles of snow were rolled up, and snowflakes fell.

The power of ice and snow!

Chen Hui did not expect that Yuan Han not only practiced the power of fog attributes, but also practiced the power of ice and snow, and was shocked.

Whether it is fog or ice and snow, they all appear in winter.

The two can be integrated. If you practice together, you will have the ingenuity of ingenuity. Not only will you not reject each other, but you will also exert stronger power. It seems that Yuan Han is also very skilled in controlling the power of ice and snow, not under the power of fog attributes.

At this time, Chen Hui also understood why Yuan Han’s reputation was above Dongfang Hate.

He became increasingly reluctant to be careless.

"Ice and snow!"

"Ice and snow fall!"

"Snow falls all over the sky!"

Yuan Han remained silent, his face was as light as a swallow, like a dragon, punched out one punch after another, his boxing technique was surging, his boxing momentum was steep, his boxing light was woven, and the willpower of the fourth-level boxing was fully displayed.

Suddenly, snowflakes fell and snow fell, and the entire athletic arena became a world of ice and snow.

The boundless chill surged from all directions to Chenhui, as if to submerge him.

Frozen and harsh!

These four words are enough to describe Chen Hui's feeling at this moment. There were snowflakes on his body, his cheeks were white, as if he had a layer of white frost applied, and even his pair of sword eyebrows turned into snow-white.

Seeing this, Yuan Han was proud and swept the upper hand, approaching Chen Hui, wanting to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, he saw a smile on the corner of Chen Hui's mouth.

Yuan Han's heart skipped a beat.

There was a "bang".

I saw a raging flame burning on Chen Hui's body, and a flame about three feet high rose.

Although the origin of the flame is only a small success, it is more than enough to deal with this cold.

"Boom!"

Chenhui pushed the death space forward like a mountain, crushing it hard.

At the same time, the wind, thunder, death, and immortality in his body surged, urging.

"Wind and Thunder Sword Intent!"

"Death Sword Intention!"

"Immortal Sword Intent!"

In the middle of breathing, there are three sword intents. All the ice and snow powers dissipate, and under the sunlight, the ice and snow melt.

Suddenly, the athletic platform became warmer.

Seeing this, everyone began to fear Chen Hui.

This battle was a momentary skill, which ordinary people could not understand, but those Xuanwu masters and the strongest men could see clearly, understand the mystery, and know that Yuan Han was already vaguely restrained by Chen Hui. When Tiancan Sect Xuanwu masters and Dongfang Hen saw this, they were a little worried.

Yuan Han obviously knew this.

However, he was not in a hurry because he still had follow-up measures.

"Ice and Snow Space!"

From the beginning of his practice, he understood the power of ice and snow. He was very familiar with it and controlled it. He was very skillful. His fists caused a sensation, like an evil dragon turning over the river, a dragon stirring, and an ice and snow space took shape.

There was a "boom".

As soon as the ice and snow space, ten feet in size appeared, it hit the death space hard, and a vibration sounded like a mountain collision, deafening.

The ice and snow space trembles, but the death space is as stable as a rock.

The power of two attribute spaces is a judging right away!

However, Chen Hui seemed to have already made a prediction, and immediately gathered his spiritual power to mobilize the origin of death.

"Sword of Death Spirit!"

With a tingling sound, a black and shiny spiritual sword stabbed Yuan Han with a spiritual attack.

"Fist of the Mist Spirit!"

However, Yuan Han is also a battle-produced figure. As soon as Chen Hui used it, he had already expected it and immediately gathered his spiritual power to attack.

"Bang!"

However, this time Chen Hui gained the upper hand.

The sword of the spirit of death hits the fist of the spirit of mist.

Chen Hui was motionless, his face calm and calm, but Yuan Han's face turned pale and a hint of flush was coming out.

"How is this possible? You are the fourth-level sword will, and I am the fourth-level boxing will, and how can I be injured?" Yuan Han's face changed and his face looked ugly.

"Hmph." Chen Hui snorted coldly.

Only he himself knew that he and Yuan Han were equal in terms of will, but he was better in terms of physical strength.

It seems to be a mental attack, but its dependence on willpower and physical strength is indispensable.

Therefore, Yuan Han was defeated by his physical strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the younger generation, even if Ji Wuji and others compete with Chen Hui for spiritual strength, they can only lose because he has a fifth-level physique and Ji Wuji and others have a fourth-level physique.
Chapter completed!