There is no right or wrong in this world, only strength! In a continent where martial arts is paramount, the weak are humbled.

In fact, Sun Hezhao's trouble with Yang Ran was not only due to the grudge between Sun Li and several outer disciples who were deposed, but also his personal affairs.

When they first entered the outer sect, Sun He, Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang were three geniuses with the same name. However, in the last Biyun Sect outer sect competition, Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang both broke into the top 100 of the outer sect, ranking 80th and 80th respectively.

Six, two of them suddenly became famous and became the two most popular genius disciples in the outer sect, while Sun He was overshadowed and not noticed by others.

Sun He was naturally dissatisfied. After all, it was not his lack of strength that made him unable to reach the top 100, but his encounter with Iron Fist Lin Feng, who was ranked eighth in the outer sect.

Lin Feng was in the late stage of spiritual cultivation at the ninth level of the post-spiritual realm. He practiced the "Golden Bell", a high-grade human-level body-training technique, and his iron fists were invincible. At that time, Lin Feng defeated him with just a simple punch, and he was convinced of his defeat.

Although Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang were also very strong, he was not convinced.

So once he heard that Yang Ran was challenged by Zheng Xiang and Feng Yang, he had an idea. If he stepped on Yang Ran first, wouldn't it be a loss of face for those two guys? Wouldn't it indirectly prove that Sun He is better than him?

Are these two guys stronger?

Thinking of the livid faces of those two guys, a proud smile appeared on the corner of Sun He's mouth.

"You dare to talk to me so arrogantly, you are seeking death! If I don't teach you a lesson, others will think that I, Sun He, are easy to bully!"

Sun He had a sinister smile on his face, took a step back, concentrated his energy, and turned his claws majestically, like a falcon hunting a rabbit, using three claws in a row.

The wind of the claws is sharp, like the sharp claws of ghost bones, it brings up a howling wind, which makes people's scalp numb. The claws are divided into three paths, the heart on the upper path, the dantian on the middle path, and the knees on the lower path. A tide-like offensive presses towards Yang Ran, sealing the

All Yang Ran's moves prevented him from retreating, so he could only resist forcefully.

Yang Ran's eyes were calm and his expression was calm and composed. He just waved his sword to face such a fierce attack, and his body was like duckweed, swimming away from it.

Whoosh!

The blade glowed with an icy cold light, and when he slashed out several times, the swords flashed like cold light, and the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, dang, and daggers" was heard, and all of Zhang Hu's claws turned into phantoms.

Sun He looked at the young man in white standing quietly, his eyes slowly changed from disdain to seriousness. Just now he had used three more powerful moves of the Iron Claw Skill, but Yang Ran had resolved all of them with just a few swords.

Offensive, I have to say that this waste that he had disdained before did indeed have some strength.

He dodged and fell behind Yang Ran. The true energy in his body condensed, and his bones made a snapping sound. This was a sign that his bones were as strong as iron and he had entered the seventh level of the spirit-gathering realm. He used the last move of the "Iron Claw Technique"

——Through the golden cracked stone!

This move is so powerful that it has broken up rocks the size of an adult's head!

The blue-grey claws were like a pair of steel iron pliers, grabbing Yang Ran's back fiercely.

Yang Ran's expression was still calm, he turned around, picked up the knife, and cut it down, using the sword technique as he pleased. The moves of "Haitao Eight Swords" were performed like flowing water. The eighth move - Haitao Eight Rolls! Waves of sword energy came out vertically and horizontally.

The sound of rolling waves.

Bang!

The black iron heavy knife struck the blue-grey claws, and the two's true energy collided violently, causing ripples in the air and making a loud "snap" sound.

Zhang Hu said ferociously: "You are defeated!"

"No... you are the one who lost!" Yang Ran said calmly: "Haitao Bajuan!"

The light of the sword was like the turbulent sea water, sending out waves of tsunamis. The true energy in Yang Ran's Dantian was like a river rushing through his meridians, and all of it poured into the black iron heavy sword. The internal energy like a sixteenth level ocean wave passed through Zhang Hu

The blue-gray claws poured into his body.

Kick!

Sun He couldn't help himself, like a drunken man, he retreated a few steps in embarrassment, his internal organs were turned upside down by sixteen levels of internal energy, and a stream of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression seemed to have seen him.

He was as shocked as a ghost and lost his voice: "The artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords', sixteen levels of inner strength! How is it possible? How can you, a loser like you, possibly master it?"

Everyone in the Sutra Pavilion was dumbfounded. They rubbed their eyes vigorously one by one. Did you read that right? Yang Ran, who was at the peak level of the fourth level of the Houling Realm, actually defeated Sun, who was at the sixth level of the Houling Realm.

He was so beaten that he vomited blood?

Is this going against heaven? When did a dog-like waste become so powerful?

A smarter young man heard the content of Zhang Hu's exclamation and asked: "What is the artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords'? What are the sixteen levels of internal strength?"

"I once read in a miscellaneous book called "Qiwen Martial Arts Record" that the general level of understanding martial arts is divided into initial glimpse, beginner, small accomplishment, great achievement, and superb. However, after practicing some martial arts to perfection, one can comprehend a certain level.

With the unique artistic conception of martial arts, you can challenge yourself beyond the level."

A young man with considerable prestige and a steady demeanor among the crowd explained.

The young man thought for a while and then added: "However, the unique artistic conception of this martial arts must be understood by some geniuses with extremely strong comprehension. "Haitao Eight Swords" is a very common and basic swordsmanship and martial arts in the world.

The artistic conception is like the waves sweeping through layers of ocean waves with thirty-two levels of inner energy. Yang Ran can comprehend sixteen levels of inner energy, which shows that he is a genius in terms of comprehension."

But there were obviously people in the crowd who didn't agree with his statement. The young man curled his lips.

"Yang Ran was able to understand the artistic conception and the sixteen levels of inner strength of the 'Eight Swords of the Sea' because he practiced the 'Eight Swords of the Sea' day and night for three years. It has nothing to do with his comprehension. It has nothing to do with it.

If a person works day and night for three consecutive years, he will be better than that good-for-nothing Yang Ran!"

"Furthermore, even if Yang Raneng has mastered the artistic conception of 'Haitao Eight Swords', he can jump through levels to challenge, but I'm afraid he can't go beyond two levels!"

"It must be that Sun He was afraid of touching the fifth-level formation of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so he withdrew part of his true energy, and used less than 50% of his 100% strength. Otherwise, Yang Ran, that loser, could really surpass the third-level challenge? And Yang Ran

I’m afraid there’s not much zhenqi left in his dantian now! Sun He was only slightly injured, but his zhenqi was not consumed a lot. If we fight again, Yang Ran will definitely lose!”

Sun He's sinister laughter gradually grew louder and colder, and his sinister laughter made people's scalp numb.

He wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips and said fiercely: "Yang Ran! Hehe! I admit that I underestimated you, a loser, before, but now the pitiful energy in your Dantian is probably gone!"

"Really?...You can give it a try!" Yang Ran said calmly. There was indeed not much energy left in his Dantian, maybe only about 10%.

But this does not mean that he has to give up the fight. He can die, but he cannot be defeated. He cannot retreat without fighting. He must persist in fighting until the last moment!

"However, I won't bully the small. How about I give you time to rest?" Sun He had an unpredictable smile on his face.

"I'll be with you anytime." Yang Ran said expressionlessly.

The smile on Sun He's face gradually widened, and he suddenly saluted with his hands clasped in fists, "Your Majesty and Heaven above, with the glory of a warrior, I establish my martial will, and swear to duel with Yang Ran!"

Yang Ran said lightly: "I refuse!"

"What"
Chapter completed!