Chapter 4382

"He Han!" when Wen Lun saw the man in the sky, his eyes sank slightly and his face calmed a lot.

Mo Dao he Han's strength, I'm afraid the whole Feng tianmingzong, except himself, no one knows better than Wen Lun.

Three heroes of Fengtian: Xuan Jian, Wen Lun, Mo Dao, he Han, Yun gun, Qin Zhong.

Since the three said together, they naturally have to compete with each other.

Wen Lun and he Han have not fought a hundred times, but seventy or eighty times.

Although each battle between them is not a life and death battle, their strength can be shown.

In so many battles, Wen Lun lost less and won more, and every time he took action, he had reservations.

But Wen Lun thought to himself that he was only a little better than he Han.

If it is a real battle of life and death, the number of wins and losses is still unknown.

At this time, he Han appeared to solve Wen Lun's urgent need.

If there was no he Han just now, the person standing opposite Su Tu at this time is Wen Lun.

But as the chief disciple, Wen Lun doesn't want to appear too early.

Wen Lun knew that after su Tu's provocation and Lan Qing's action just now, the disciples of Feng Tianming sect must be very confused about his avoidance and not fighting, and even be dissatisfied with him.

But he didn't care. He knew where his accusation was. Even if he was misunderstood, he didn't complain.

When they saw he Han appear, their originally depressed look quickly became excited.

"It's great that he Han is here!"

"Elder martial brother he Han is as famous as elder martial brother Wen Lun. It is said that they often compete with each other, and elder martial brother he Han is not inferior."

"I think elder martial brother he Han is no weaker than elder martial brother Wen Lun. At least now, elder martial brother he Han dares to appear. Unlike the eldest martial brother, he avoids fighting and shames the sect."

"Elder martial brother may have some plans. Let's see if elder martial brother he Han can defeat this arrogant guy."

The disciples of Feng tianmingzong talked about it. Sure enough, they had a lot of complaints about Wen Lun.

Wen lunyin was in the crowd, and their words lingered in his ears, but did not affect his mood.

He has his own insistence. His real opponent is the ghost cliff sect disciple who hasn't shot there!

"At last, there's someone who can see." high above the sky, Su Tu glanced at he Han, pulled a cold touch from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "it's said that Feng Tianming sect has three heroes of sword, sword and gun: xuanjian, ink knife and cloud gun. It seems that you are he Han, the ink knife among the three heroes."

"Since you've heard of my name, it's much easier, so that you won't be defeated and don't know who defeated you." he Han dressed in black, his eyes were cold, his facial features were rough, and he looked very fierce.

He waved his hand and motioned Lan Qing to step back.

"His strength is a little strange. Be careful." Lan Qingmei's eyes were slightly heavy. He said, then his figure moved and retreated to one side.

"Hum." Su Tu looked at he Han and said with a sneer, "I didn't expect that he Han is still a sharp tongue. I hope your knife is more sharp than your tongue!"

"Come on!" he Han stopped talking nonsense, sank with one hand, and a black heavy knife appeared in his hand. It was his yuan Ling soldier, ink knife Han Feng.

At the moment when the cold front of the ink knife appeared, the surrounding space was shrouded by a terrible knife Qi, which was filled with the air of killing, and the chill was deep to the bone.

Su Tu felt the cold coming on his face, his eyes could not help but sink slightly, and his heart trembled.

He didn't expect that he Han's strength was so terrible. He couldn't bear the knife Qi alone.

The three heroes of Fengtian deserve their reputation!

The crowd below felt the heavy knife pressure, and their expression changed and shocked.

"I've heard that elder martial brother he Han's ink knife cold front has great power, but I didn't expect that elder martial brother he Han has cultivated the Qi of cold front to such an extent."

"Elder martial brother he Han's sword intention is so strong that I'm afraid his strength has exceeded that of elder martial brother Wen Lun."

"With such a knife intention, it is estimated that this Su Tu can't bear a knife from senior brother he Han."

The people looked excited and trembled, and worshipped he Han's strength.

Wen Lun's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help laughing at the corners of his mouth. He said to himself, "he Han, I haven't seen you for a short time. I didn't expect your knife intention to go further. It seems that I have to work harder, otherwise this senior brother will not be guaranteed."

He Han's strong sense of Dao made Wen Lun feel the pressure.

But he was very happy at this time, without the slightest jealousy.

He Han is really strong, but he Wenlun is not a mediocre person.

Even at this time of he Han, Wen Lun is still confident to suppress.

More importantly, he Han's strength is stronger, which will undoubtedly make the people of guiya sect feel pressure and let them understand that Feng Tianming sect still has strength.

"A knife, give you drink defeat!" at this time, he Han's low voice came from the sky, full of oppression.

The next moment, his figure moved directly.

"Boom!" I saw the cold front of the ink knife making a stroke in the void. Suddenly, the knife Qi broke out. The rolling meaning was like a surging river. The powerful power pressed the heaven and earth. A huge knife shadow appeared, and the calm power destroyed everything.

Su Tu immediately felt the pressure of the boundness. One of his pupils shrank, and a shadow surged in his eyes.

Immediately, he stepped out, his body burst, and a strange air flow turned in his body. Suddenly, blood mantra surged wildly, turned into a huge force, and directly condensed on his palms.

"Boo!" Su Tu instantly condensed the spell seal and clapped it with one palm. The power of the palm oppressed the world, and the void seemed to collapse.

"Bang!" then, high above the sky, the shadow of the knife collided with the shadow of the palm. With a bang, it shocked the four fields. Its powerful power turned into boundless waves and ravaged the void.

For a moment, he Han's body sank slightly, and he couldn't help taking a step back, but he stood still, like a mountain.

On the other side, Su Tu couldn't bear the impact of terror. His figure directly flew backwards and retreated hundreds of meters away. Before he could stabilize his body, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Although Su Tu broke out the power of the curse and seal in his body at the last moment, he was helpless. His strength was really poor. He Han was too much to fight it.

"Good!" when they saw the scene in the sky, their eyes trembled violently, and then they cheered together.

Mo Dao he Han really didn't disappoint everyone. He defeated Su TU with one knife.

But Wen Lun frowned, his eyes were a little low, and his face was not good-looking. He seemed to be worried about something.

"Mo Dao he Han is worthy of the name of the three heroes of Fengtian!" Su Tu steadied his body, took a deep breath, endured the sharp pain all over his body, and said deeply: "I su Tu lost this war."

With that, he flashed a sharp shadow in his eyes, then moved and landed directly.

He Han's eyes were slightly heavy, holding the hand of Mo Dao Han Feng, but he trembled slightly.

Although he seemed calm, he was actually hurt.

He didn't expect that Su Tu's spell and seal power was so strange that it passed through his sword intention in a moment and directly invaded his body!