Chapter 1021

"It's not good. Since it's a duel, it's natural to have some colorful heads. This halberd is the trophy I won." Huangfu Yunchuan said with a smile, without the slightest intention of returning the halberd.

Ying Xinghe looked ugly and stared at Huang Fu Yunchuan. He wanted to leave this damn place immediately and was reluctant to give up his halberd.

After all, the halberd is a very valuable weapon, which contains the ghost of an ancient beast. It can play twelve points of power when it matches with a drop of demon blood in its body.

If you lose this halberd, your strength to win Xinghe will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, if you don't even come back with your own weapons, you'll lose too much face. Even if you lose to Huangfu Yunchuan, at least you have to ask for your weapons back.

"How can Qin be so rich and powerful that it can't even give up a weapon?" Wang Qingsong sneered.

Several royal masters saw that the other party was unwilling to return it, looked at each other, and wanted to fight together to force Huangfu Yunchuan to return the halberd.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong immediately stepped forward without fear, and his momentum burst out, even faintly suppressing the Royal masters.

This made the king of Pingbei and others feel even more depressed.

Obviously, Wang Qingsong is also a hidden strong man. His own breath alone is enough to suppress those Royal strong men, which shows that he was very hidden when he fought with the North King of peace just now.

Of course, the king of Pingbei didn't use all his strength, just temptation.

"If you want a halberd, it's easy. As long as one of you Tianjiao can defeat me, the halberd will be returned to you." Huangfu Yunchuan said.

Ying Xinghe was angry and wanted to fight Huangfu Yunchuan again, but he saw a man snatch it out and grab it before Ying Xinghe.

"It's Shen fan" someone exclaimed, more excited and excited. < >

Shen fan, a one armed man, emerged from the crowd with an indifferent expression and a pair of eyes calmly staring at Huangfu Yunchuan.

Seeing Shen fan go to war, Wang Pingbei and others are calm in their hearts. It's very reassuring to see the strength Shen fan showed in the Tianjiao war before.

Although yingxinghe was not defeated by Huangfu Yunchuan, if Shen fan made a move, he might have a great chance to defeat him.

Of course, it's only possible. After all, Huangfu Yunchuan's strength is also quite strong, and defeating yingxinghe is the best proof.

"Is there no one in the nine Kingdoms? Unexpectedly, he let a half abandoned man go to war." Huangfu Yunchuan looked at Shen fan, looked at Shen fan's empty right arm, and then said in surprise.

"Your words are too much." Shen fan made a cold sound, and the long sword behind him came out of its sheath and was held on his left hand.

Almost at the moment Shen fan held the long sword, his figure unexpectedly appeared behind Huangfu Yunchuan.

"How fast" Huangfu Yunchuan was surprised and turned around to point out.

The brush is vigorous and powerful, like a calligrapher who is wielding Fangqiu, and points on Shen fan's sword without hindrance.

The conflict between the pen and the sword, the pen and ink splashed, the sword gas stirred, and immediately the sea continued to explode, and the frantic atmosphere swept across the four directions.

Huangfu Yunchuan's figure retreated, Shen fan remained motionless, his expression was still indifferent, and he seemed to completely ignore his immediate opponent.

This scene made everyone in Haiyue City applaud one after another, and felt particularly excited.

Wang Qingsong frowned, vaguely feeling something bad.

As for the girl, she looked askance with her head askew, with a look of interest.

"Not bad. < >" the girl said, and she didn't know whether she was evaluating Shen fan or the fight between the two.

"What a fast sword," Huangfu Yunchuan said with a restrained smile.

Shen fan didn't say a word, and appeared very silent. He shot again, and the sword walked in the wind as fast as thunder.

Huangfu Yunchuan's pen was dotted in front of him, splashed with ink, and turned into a big seal.

The seal of "suppression" roared out and went straight to Shen fan, with amazing momentum.

Unfortunately, Shen fan was too fast. In a flash, Shen fan's figure disappeared, and his seal fell to nothing.

Aware of the crisis, Huangfu Yunchuan didn't turn back and dodged directly to his side.

A sword passed, narrowly and narrowly across Huangfu Yunchuan's shoulder, cut Huangfu Yunchuan's clothes, and almost cut his shoulder off.

This time, Huang Fu Yunchuan was shocked and sweating. Finally, he knew that the opponent in front of him was not ordinary, and was more difficult to deal with than the fierce yingxinghe.

Seeing that Huangfu Yunchuan was suppressed, Wang Qingsong was worried. He was very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of Confucianism and martial arts.

Confucianists have plenty of means to deal with the fierce and domineering opponents like yingxinghe.

But to deal with Shen fan's opponents, who are frightening in both body method and sword method, it is difficult for scholars to deal with them.

This is not the opponent they are good at dealing with.

But even if you are not good at it, you can't choose your opponent on the battlefield. No matter who the opponent is, you have to fight and defeat.

Huangfu Yunchuan took out the inkstone again and wanted to defeat his opponent with the strange ink in the inkstone.

"Be careful ~" everyone in Haiyue City said something to remind them. Having seen the horror of the ink, they didn't want to see Shen fan also be defeated by the attack. < >

Ink turned into ink waves, and the scope was larger than that when dealing with Yingxing river. It swept over, covering Shen fan in all directions.

This is to make Shen fan have nowhere to hide, limiting his defenseless figure.

Shen fan was indifferent, his spiritual eyes opened, and the light fell, which immediately slowed down the speed of the ink wave.

Taking this opportunity, Shen fan dodged and left the area covered by Mo Lang.

"Good" seeing this, everyone in Haiyue City applauded one after another.

And Huang Fu Yunchuan's face was even more ugly.

"Go" the inkstone floating in front of him flew out, and a curtain of light fell on Shen fan.

Shen fan's body shape was immediately restrained, and he felt trapped in a mire, and it was difficult to move.

"You lost," Huangfu Yunchuan said coldly, and the pen edge attacked Shen fan, which was about to establish the victory.

But at this time, the situation changed again.

The sword in Shen fan's hand suddenly burst into an amazing breath and rushed straight into the sky.

When

The long sword slashed on the inkstone, and the inkstone was shot down in the excitement of the sword.

Shen fan resumed his action. In a flash, he appeared behind Huangfu Yunchuan, and the empty sleeve of his right arm was tightly tied to Huangfu Yunchuan's neck.

This scene immediately changed Wang Qingsong's color and made everyone in Haiyue City applaud.

Huangfu Yunchuan felt it hard to breathe, and his throat was tightly wrapped by Shen fan's sleeve.

He has no doubt that as long as he has any changes, this person will pinch his throat.

At this time, the long sword flew back and inserted into the sword bag on Shen fan's back.

On Shen fan's only left hand, he held the downed inkstone.