Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1740 Northern Cold Region, Luo Hanzhou! (2 more)
"cut!"

Long Aotian sternly shouted, and slashed out with a sword, like thunder, the wind whizzed and the thunder exploded, as if splitting the space in front of him.

……

After defeating several geniuses one after another, Long Aotian laughed loudly and said arrogantly: "Who else?"

"Qin Yang of Tianchuan Sword Mansion, learn from Brother Long's brilliant moves!"

Whoosh!
A figure in purple clothes flew to Long Aotian.

After ten strokes, the disciple from Tianchuan Sword Mansion was also sent flying by Long Aotian's sword.

"Hahaha, who else?" Long Aotian laughed wildly, losing three people in a row, the limelight was strong for a while, and no one dared to take it lightly.

"Boy from the Eastern Spiritual Realm, yesterday you showed your might and taught my ineffective third brother a lesson. Why, don't you come up to compete with me today? Or are you afraid of being beaten to death by me?"

Suddenly, Long Aotian aimed at Ling Feng, with a trace of strong anger in his eyes.

Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sure enough, trouble came to him.Did the big one run out after hitting the little one?

Just when Ling Feng was about to make a move, suddenly, in the seats in the North Cold Region, a handsome man in fox fur stood up impatiently, and said lazily: "The sword skills of the West Sword Region, but Is that so?"

"Ok?"

That Long Aotian was in high spirits, when he heard this sentence, he frowned immediately, looked away from Ling Feng, and shot at the fox-fur man fiercely, "What did you say, say it again?"

"I don't like to repeat my words." The fox fur man said indifferently.

"Boy, you have talent! Report your name!" Long Aotian asked coldly.

"Luo Hanzhou!"

The fox-fur man stood with his hands behind his back, facing Long Aotian's cannibalistic eyes, fearlessly.

"Luo Hanzhou?"

Long Aotian squeezed his fists, and asked coldly: "Boy, you said that the swordsmanship of the Western Sword Region is not good. What skills do you have in the Northern Cold Region?"

"It's not really a skill, but defeating you is enough."

Luo Hanzhou spoke slowly, his voice was extremely indifferent, like the cold wind from the extreme north, making people shrink back involuntarily.

The next moment, Luo Hanzhou walked towards the central open space step by step. Ling Feng even noticed that the distance Luo Hanzhou took with each step was very consistent, as if he had deliberately calculated it. This kind of person's grasp of his own strength has already entered the room. .

Can the powerhouses in the Northern Cold Region finally be unable to hold back?
Ling Feng felt a little excited in his heart.

If it is said that the experts in the Western Sword Region are good at swordsmanship, while those in the Northern Cold Region focus on body training.

"What a big breath!"

Long Aotian waved his big sword, the wind roared, he stared at Luo Hanzhou coldly, and shouted violently: "Three moves, let me beat you, a raving brat, with three moves!"

Luo Hanzhou slowly raised a finger, shook his head slightly and said, "Three moves are not enough, one move is enough."

"Insanity!"

Long Ao was trembling all over from the weather, he took a step forward like a tiger descending the mountain, he raised his big sword and then slashed down, bringing up an afterimage of the sword, the air burst and the wind howled, like a tiger roaring, the momentum was compelling.

Luo Hanzhou's long hair was blown away, revealing the other half of his face, as indifferent as ever, with a sparkle in his eyes.

In the next breath, Luo Hanzhou will be split open by Long Aotian's sword.

It's too late to say, then soon!
In the blink of an eye, Luo Hanzhou moved and punched, so fast that people couldn't look directly at him, and it was even hard to see how he punched, but Long Aotian's slashing sword suddenly stopped, as if he had been cast a body-holding technique of.

I don't know when, Long Aotian's chest was blocked by Luo Hanzhou's fist, and the light of the fist spat out, as long as the strength exploded, it could directly shatter Long Aotian's heart.

A trace of chill invaded Long Aotian's forehead, and suddenly, cold sweat flowed down.

If it's not a sparring, but a life-and-death fight, I'm afraid he is already a dead man!
"You are too weak."

Luo Hanzhou stepped back quickly, still incredibly fast, almost as if teleporting, and appeared ten steps away.

quick!too fast!
Long Aotian's face turned from white to red, resentful: Are you really too weak?

"Who can take a punch from me?"

Luo Hanzhou stood in the middle of the open space, his indifferent eyes swept away, and his cold words raged like a cold wind.

(End of this chapter)