"Seventh Elder, you may have lived in Blue Mountain Pavilion for a long time without leaving, so you don't know much about Han Qianqian. But Han Qianqian has never used the sword as a killing move!" Lu Ruoxin also looked at the figure above the sky, unable to accept this reality for a moment.
"That's impossible." The seventh elder shook his head: "Look at that son's sword technique, not only is it exquisite, but it is also extremely familiar, so it is obvious that he has not just learnt it, according to my opinion, he has at least learnt it for a long time, how could ......"
This is actually something that Lu Ruoxin finds difficult to understand.
The fact that Han Qianqian does not know how to use a sword, or rather, can use, but definitely does not have any sword skills to speak of, she has been observing Han Qianqian for a long time, and even more so, and is Han Qianqian thoroughly fought a few times, naturally for what Han Qianqian has the ability, she has quite a right to speak.
But the fact was that Han Qianqian knew how to use it, and he used it extremely well.
The sword technique was exquisite, the sword moves extremely familiar, and the Seventh Elder's perception was clearly correct.
What the hell was going on here!!!
"Unless ......" The Seventh Elder also naturally knew that it was impossible for Miss Lu to lie and deceive him, and there was no point in her lying in this matter.
Therefore, there was only one possibility left in the matter.
An extremely at least unlikely possibility!
"Unless someone had passed on their lifelong mastery and kung fu to him together?" Lu Ruoxin also remembered this possibility almost immediately.
The Seventh Elder nodded, yes, that could only be the case, he could learn and comprehend the use of the sword technique in a very short period of time and bring out the power of the sword technique.
"But that's not possible." Lu Ruoxin shook her head.
Han Qianqian knew from almost a quick check of the trajectory of the Trapped Dragon Mountain that he had first been swallowed by the Evil Taotie, and had subsequently come out again near this frontier town.
The area was almost deserted, and even if there were people in the border town, it clearly did not look like a place where experts existed.
"What's more, the person who can possess such a masterful sword technique, he is not too much to call a sword god, his technique has reached its peak, how could he pass it on to Han Qianqian for no reason?!"
With the Seventh Elder's posture, it would be difficult to agree with this possibility, just as no one would be willing to give away their life's fortune to someone who was not their relative.
Unless, by coincidence, one meets a destined person.
But the problem is that it is impossible for such a master to have fallen and for the eight worlds to have no news of it, let alone no movement.
It was strange and weird, and really hard to think about.
"This Han Qianqian, his body is full of secrets!" Lu Ruoxin responded indifferently.
I don't know when, but Lu Ruoxin seemed to have gotten used to all the secrets on Han Qianqian's body, so she didn't bother to think about those things on him that she couldn't figure out.
"It's clear to see." The Seventh Elder also nodded and looked up at the battle in the sky.
The two men were already fighting more and more bravely and fiercely, especially Fang Kun, who had almost reached a state of madness and rage.
But unlike him, Han Qianqian was not in a fury, he just took every move he made and countered with aplomb!
Fang Kun's sword technique was indeed fierce, but the Seven and Twenty divine Swords were obviously more fierce!
As the sword strokes continued down the seventy-two ways, they became more and more dense and fierce, and Fang Kun, from his initial slight advantage, was already completely somewhat unable to resist, so he was naturally irritated for a while, and was now in a murderous mood.
"Your family's elders, didn't they tell you that young people, should never be impatient?" At this moment, Han Qianqian suddenly laughed softly, catching a crack in Fang Kun's chaotic sword technique under his fury, after which, the peak of his sword pointed, and a sword qi was instantly sent out.
"Bang!"
The seemingly fierce Fang Kun was directly struck by the sword qi in his chest, and he only felt a strange force shake his body and sent him flying.
"Poof!"
A few with the same time, a mouthful of fresh blood immediately spurted out directly from his mouth.
Fang Kun's entire body looked at Han Qianqian unwillingly, especially at this moment when he still had a cold smile of disdain on his face.
Impossible, impossible, he couldn't possibly lose.
Who was he? He was the heir to the Desert City, the future king, the majestic lord who had the ambition to carry the Fang family forward and even dominate the world!
How could he lose? And, to lose to an inferior person from Earth!
"You've lost." Han Qianqian said with faint disdain, if he hadn't wanted Lu Ruoxin to hand over to himself Han Nian, and he wasn't someone brought by Lu Ruoxin, Han Qianqian definitely wouldn't have shown mercy.
If it were anyone else, this sword would have hit him squarely in the chest and could have easily taken his life.
However, Han Qianqian had obviously left a backhand, and had withdrawn at least 90% of his strength, which was the only reason why he was knocked back.
But obviously, this was clear to Fang Kun, as well as to Lu Ruoxin and the other bystanders!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Qianqian stopped paying attention to him and withdrew his body before descending.
But almost at that moment, Fang Kun suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot with endless anger, and his sword in his hand fiercely clenched!