Chapter 260 (1/2)

This battle is the most tragic since the beginning of Tianjiao's war for hegemony.

Bang bang!

Han Buqi's moving mountain sword style is constantly broken.

To be exact, under Cao's boxing skills, Han Buqi couldn't stand up at all. He was constantly blown away, sprayed blood and fell.

Click.

Han Buqi landed again.

Blood is like a stream, flowing around.

All around the seats, there was a cry of surprise.

Many people can't wait to cover their eyes.

Unknowingly, many people's feelings for Han have changed from contempt to sympathy, and from sympathy to admiration.

Because in such a battle that he knew he was going to lose, he had been injured so badly that in one word, he could end the pain and still preserve the swordsman's glory. However, Han Buqi chose to stick to it.

The appearance is not so good, and the strength is not strong. Even the young man with ordinary sword skills, even if he is too seriously injured to get up soon, he still keeps a strong fighting spirit.

His spirit is like a burning torch.

Many people feel ashamed.

”Moving mountains...”

Han Buxiao stood up slowly.

The bones of his whole body have been broken. I don't know how many.

Even a few ribs, directly broken, pierced the skin, white stubble shocking.

Reluctantly leaning on the same mottled and broken sword, he seemed to be really moving a towering mountain, even if it was slow enough to move like ants, but finally he lifted the sword bit by bit.

Moving mountain sword.

Start.

Flames were burning in his eyes.

”Please.”

Han does not fail.

Cao Po Tian's face was cold, without any pity.

Because he knows that at this time, Lin Beichen must be in his dressing room, gnashing his teeth to watch the battle, at this time must be surprised and angry, but can't do anything.

Cao Po Tian has forgotten the last time he had to calculate and deal with a person even if he was contaminated with mud.

Since he entered Baiyun city and got the favor of Bai Haiqin, he has not experienced failure for a long time and the taste of not being able to ask.

But Lin Beichen, the black sheep of his family, appeared in his plain sailing life like a nightmare. From the beginning of the sword test, he constantly challenged his bottom line.

It's a pity.

The plan of beihuangshan failed to kill the scum.

Not only failed to kill, but made him more powerful.

The sense of urgency and pressure of being chased, such as a small ox hair thorn in the heart, drives him crazy.

Therefore, before the team match, we must give the loser the biggest stimulation. We'd better let Lin Beichen lose his balance of mind, be angry and lose his mind. Only in this way can he be completely defeated in the team flag battle.

For him, it's just taking advantage of the situation.

Even so

At that time, he obviously felt that the emotional Tianzhen of the audience of more than 6000 had begun to tilt towards Han Bufu, and he had already had some conflicts with him, but Cao still didn't like it.

It's just a small town in the back of the country.

Not in his eyes at all.

”Don't you give up yet?”

Cao broke through the sky and walked slowly to Han no less than three meters away.

He looked down at the blood flowing on the ground and condensed into a pool of blood, which could reflect the human figure like a mirror. With a faint smile, he said: ”it's the limit for you to do this. At this time, even if you admit defeat, Lin Beichen has no reason to blame you.”

Han can't live up to the fact that he has almost no strength to speak.

His legs were shaking, his body was shaking, his arms were cramping, because of blood loss and exhaustion, not fear.

It's hard to believe that it's a force that keeps him from falling.

But he can still stand.

I can also raise my sword.

I want to fight.

Cao Po Tian's face was full of sarcasm: ”trapped animals are still fighting, not glory, but the humiliation of dying struggle. No matter how stubborn you are, I won't have the slightest hand...”

With that, he shot out slowly.

The golden Xuanqi is dense, which is suspended and condensed on the fist, forming a golden fist seal.

The punch was slow.

But it has more power.

Cao Po Tian's eyes were filled with a cruel smile.

He is catching even the slightest fear on Han Bufu's face.

However, what he saw was the indescribable firmness in the burning eyes.