Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 154
"Er Wu's wind and snow covered the sky!"

Qinghan's voice was like a gale in winter, and as Beihan's imprint was perfected, snowflakes fluttered within a radius of a hundred feet.

There may be no feeling at the outermost periphery of the snowflakes, but in the central area where Gongsunke is, the speed and number of snowflakes drifting have increased by more than one grade.

This is a powerful field, similar to Beihan's Chaos Soul Sand Field, which has the power to freeze spiritual power and form a barrier.

"Death to me!"

Gongsunke felt that the environment around him was not good, and immediately cast his dragon body, and galloped frantically towards Beihan's body.

"Chichi-"

Immediately, the ice and snow danced wildly, condensed into a circle, and the Tyrannosaurus charged, roaring violently.

Layers of snowflake curtains were pierced by dragon shadows, and the fierce dragon-shaped Gongsunke, like a green dragon, was swimming and shuttling in the snow-covered sky, constantly approaching the most central Beihan.

But at this moment, Beihan's body completely projected a blue light. The energy in his hands, limbs, and every part had reached the highest level that he could carry.

It was close to the third level of martial arts, Bei Han enjoyed this power very much, and as the ice and snow field continued to grind Gongsun Ke's green dragon coat, Gongsun Ke's spiritual power was gradually being sharpened and dimmed.

When Gongsunke approached Beihan himself, the green dragon coat had disappeared.
Gongsunke looked ferocious, looked at Beihan's thin figure, and swung his fist, like swinging a huge hammer, to hit Beihan's chest frantically.

Now Beihan is not afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

Looking at the fist that was attacking him, Bei Han, who was full of strength all over his body, also waved his fist, rolling a surge of spiritual power, and directly met Gongsunke's fist that was coming rapidly.

Boom~~~
The snowflakes were billowing, and the spiritual power was surging, and the snowflake field disappeared quickly at this moment, and the two figures in the center were completely wrapped in the spiritual power vortex, making it impossible to see the situation clearly.

Such a powerful collision made the entire noisy battlefield quiet.

On the battle platform, under the battle platform, and inside the battle platform, everyone looked in this direction nervously.

And just when their eyes were focused, a figure flew out of this area where the spiritual power was tumbling, and hit the ground heavily.

"Chichi-"

As soon as that figure fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and all eyes focused on him, and then the entire battle platform fell silent, and those eyes suddenly became unbelievable.

Because the one who was seriously injured and fell to the ground in embarrassment was not Bei Han as they had expected, but Gongsun Ke, a master martial artist and one of the four great black iron wind spirit guards.

That Gongsun guest who was so high above that he could only look up was defeated by Bei Han.
This result, I have to say, is too shocking!

The chaotic Blood Meteor Field became surprisingly quiet at this moment, with eyes full of shock, they kept sweeping back and forth over the two figures in that scene.

Gongsun Ke was defeated, and he was still defeated by a boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old!

Looking at the Gongsunke lying on the ground spurting blood, after a while, with the recovery of reason, everyone began to believe this somewhat unacceptable fact.

"How is this possible... that is still a young boy who has just grown up..."

Bei Ruyan and the other three black iron wind spirit guards standing aside also gasped at this moment, and immediately couldn't help looking at the thin figure with apprehension.

They all know the strength of Gongsunke. Although he can't compare with Bei Ruyan, he is still comparable to Gujin Mo and Feng Piaoxue.

And now he was defeated by Beihan's hands. Doesn't this indirectly show that they are not Beihan's opponents either.

"I told you, you're good enough!"

Looking at the embarrassed figure lying on the ground, Bei Han's heart was filled with killing intent.

Beihan, who has an extremely strong soul power, discovered Gongsunke's covetousness for Xianxian the moment he entered the Blood Meteor Field, and this had already crossed Beihan's bottom line.

huh~~~
The cold wind blew, Gongsun Ke wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up struggling.

But when he heard Bei Han's words, he suddenly felt a convulsion in his heart, fell to the ground again, and was directly stunned by anger, unconscious.

He couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated by a small martial artist from a third-rate city, and in the depths of Gongsun Ke's chaotic soul, he forced his body into a deep coma.

One has been solved, but there are three equally powerful and unfamiliar powerful opponents around him, and now Beihan's body has almost reached its limit. If there is a battle, it may be really difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

Without killing him immediately, a cold smile bloomed from the corner of Beihan's mouth.

It is really difficult for the four martial arts masters to prevent Bing'er from showing up and using Qinglian Sword Qi. Therefore, Bei Han chose a strategy of retreating without fighting-shock!
"You want to stop me too?"

He glanced disdainfully at the black iron Fenglingwei who had passed out on the ground, enduring the severe pain in his body, Beihan looked at Beihan again, the three were looking at Beihan's Gujin Mo in surprise, Feng Piaoxue and Bei Ruyan.

The icy voice exploded directly beside the ears of these incomparable black iron wind spirit guards, like the spooky flames of hell.

Seeing Beihan's vast spiritual power radiating in all directions, Bei Ruyan and the others stared wide-eyed. This level of fluctuation must have reached the third heaven of martial arts.

How could this happen to a young man, even Bei Yanteng, one of the four masters of Dafeng, only broke through to the realm of a martial artist at the age of 20, how did this young man do it?
The three master martial artists were silent. They all felt the anger in Bei Han's heart. It would be unwise to bear the anger of a third-tier martial artist at this time.

Looking at the three people who remained silent, an imperceptible arc appeared on Beihan's lips, pretending to be a tiger, he knew that his goal had been achieved.

Immediately, all of Binger's spiritual power was evacuated back, and the severe pain in her body also disappeared.

If it lasted another quarter of an hour, I'm afraid Beihan's not-so-strong body would be completely useless.

But now this battle stage is already a stage exclusively for Beihan.

A stage where Bei Han's anger will be diluted with blood.

"Powder, body, broken, bone!"

The voice that sounded like a devil from hell passed by, and the icy murderous aura made the silent blood fall even more deadly.

"Sand, storm, send, burial!"

Bei Han yelled secretly, his voice was like a knife.

And the right hand was slowly raised following the cold voice, and the five fingers stretched out, like five frost knives pointing at the five Linma disciples wrapped in sand.

The strong murderous aura overflowed.

Then the five fingers joined together to form a fist, Bei Han's cold eyes suddenly tightened, and Bei Ruyan and the others who were not far away could even hear the creaking sound of the sand flow.

Turning his eyes to the five balls of sand that are constantly tightening, feeling the terror of the surging sand flow, his eyes are full of disbelief.

Although this kind of spiritual power is not very strong for them, it can definitely crush these acquired warriors into powder.

boom--

Just as Bei Ruyan and the others expected, the moment Bei Han clenched his fists, the five balls of sand that were firmly trapped by the sand binding coffin exploded like heavy bombs one by one.

The narrow space, the huge energy, the fierce conflict that erupted in an instant, in this instant, it was completely stimulated.The huge energy that has nowhere to release raises ripples of spiritual power, sweeping the falling raindrops and rippling away in all directions.

Then the sand fell like rain, and the blood rained.

A strong smell of blood wafted out, and there was nothing else in the sea of ​​sand except for the dimmer blue sand flow.

Really broken bones.

Not even a single bone residue was left.

The audience was dead silent, except for the crashing rain, there was no other sound in the whole world.

Everyone slowed down their breathing in unison, looking at the cold and calm figure, their eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was so terrifying.

Leaving aside the rare and powerful spiritual art, this kind of life to kill people and the calmness like a mountain are definitely not something that a young man like this can possess.

Given time, this son will become a great weapon.

This was the thought from the bottom of the heart of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)