Chapter 4384 Why Fear a Battle?

High in the sky, Ink Blade He Han stood in blood, his body shaking constantly, like a broken leaf in a storm, which could be torn to pieces at any time.

The crowd below was dead silent.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at He Han, their eyes full of disbelief.

The dignified Ink Blade He Han, who was as famous as Fengtian Mingzong and Wen Lun, was defeated by Feng Li in one move!

Everyone present couldn't believe what was happening.

He Han's strength was so strong, why was he defeated by Feng Li in one move?

He Han was one of the three heroes of Fengtian, the genius leader of Fengtian Mingzong.

And what about Feng Li? He was not famous in Guiya Sect at all.

But even so, Feng Li defeated He Han in one move.

Is it true that there is such a big gap between the strength of Guiya Sect and Fengtian Mingzong?

Wen Lun stood in place, regaining his composure a little, but there was still shock in his eyes.

In fact, when Feng Li said the night cry of the cicada, he already knew that He Han was going to lose.

However, when this scene really happened, he was still very shocked.

Feng Li's strength was far beyond his expectations, it was really terrifying.

At this time, he couldn't help asking himself, Feng Li defeated He Han with one move, how many moves could he last?

On the other side, Nie Tian and Tang Shisan's faces also changed.

Tang Shisan's ghost eyes flickered, and the shock was all written on his face.

When Feng Li appeared, he had already foreseen that He Han would lose, but he never expected that He Han would lose so easily.

"His Eight Wind Ghost Dance is very strong!" Nie Tian looked gloomy, staring at Feng Li coldly for a long time, and spoke heavily.

Just the move of Chilling Night Cicada was enough to show the horror of the Eight Wind Ghost Dance. That kind of seamless attack method was impossible for anyone to avoid.

In fact, in terms of real strength, He Han is not much weaker than Feng Li, and is even stronger than the latter.

However, He Han didn't know anything about the Eight Wind Ghost Dance at all, and took a defensive position at the beginning, which was already a sign of weakness.

The best response to the unavoidable attack of Han Chan Ye Ming is to take the initiative to attack.

And He Han chose the worst response, so he lost miserably.

If He Han and Feng Li were to fight head-on, the outcome would still be unknown.

But it's too late to say these now, He Han has already lost, and lost miserably.

The disciples of Fengtian Mingzong who witnessed He Han's miserable defeat were all terrified at this time and were completely speechless.

"The three heroes of Fengtian are a mess." Feng Li spoke coldly in the sky, and glanced at He Han with contempt, and didn't want to look at him again.

"You... puff!" He Han was already seriously injured, and when he was stimulated, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

Feng Li didn't look at him at all, standing coldly in the sky, and said proudly: "Wen Lun, at this moment, don't you take action?"

As his voice fell, the people below suddenly laughed.

"Who is this guy? How can he be so strong?"

"This guy is so arrogant, why doesn't the senior brother take action? How long will he endure?"

"Take action? I think it's better to forget it. Our senior brother, even if he is stronger than senior brother He Han, is only a little stronger. Didn't you see that this guy named Feng Li defeated senior brother He Han with one move. Even if the senior brother fights, I'm afraid he can't last more than two moves in his hands."

The crowd said, and the fear in their eyes became even greater.

Feng Li was too terrible. With just one move, he directly destroyed the last hope of Fengtian Mingzong.

Wen Lun listened to everyone's words in his heart, his pupils trembled slightly, and his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

But does he really want to take action?

Everyone is right. He, Wen Lun, is only a little stronger than He Han. Even if he takes action, can he really defeat Feng Li?

If Wen Lun does not take action, at least Fengtian Mingzong will still retain a trace of dignity. If he fails, then this last trace of dignity will be gone.

"A man of integrity is not afraid of a fight!" Just when Wen Lun was hesitant, a deep voice suddenly resounded in his mind, startling him.

He looked up suddenly and saw a silver-haired young man standing in front of him, who was Nie Tian whom he met not long ago.

"You..." Wen Lun was stunned and looked at Nie Tian, ​​not knowing what to say.

"Feng Li's strength is not strong, and he relies on the Eight Wind Ghost Dance." Nie Tian did not turn around, but just sent a voice over, saying: "The Eight Wind Ghost Dance is not a terrible martial art. As long as you have confidence, you will definitely beat him."

"Really?" Wen Lun's eyes trembled with heat, and he was still a little hesitant.

"Wen Lun, you are the chief disciple of Fengtian Mingzong. If even you are timid, how can the disciples of Fengtian Mingzong deal with themselves?" Nie Tian's voice became low, and he said coldly: "A man of integrity is not afraid of anyone!"

"Mr. Nie is right, Wen Lun has learned his lesson!" Wen Lun's momentum was immediately shaken, and he was enlightened.

He is the chief disciple, he can fight, he can lose, but he must not be cowardly!

"As long as you beat Feng Li, all other challenges of Guiya Sect will be left to me." Nie Tian nodded slightly and said heavily.

"Thank you, Mr. Nie!" Wen Lun's pupils shrank, he thanked him, and then stepped on his feet and rushed into the sky.

Another reason why he hesitated just now was that even if he really defeated Feng Li, what about the other challengers of Guiya Sect?

Now that Nie Tian said that he could take charge of the remaining challengers, he naturally had no worries and could fight with confidence.

"Elder brother!" Wen Lun's figure suddenly appeared, causing everyone to exclaim in unison, and his already desperate eyes suddenly shone with a strange light.

Although they had doubts about Wen Lun's strength, his appearance still cheered everyone up.

"Wen Lun, you're finally here." He Han's body was trembling. He looked at Wen Lun beside him and forced a smile.

"Sorry, I'm late." Wen Lun supported He Han, sending a force to the latter, and said apologetically.

"As long as you can defeat him, it's not too late." He Han took a deep breath, his face improved a little, and he said solemnly.

"I will try my best." Wen Lun nodded heavily, and then motioned for He Han to go down.

"Wen Lun, I didn't expect you to dare to challenge me." Feng Li looked at Wen Lun, his eyes as cold as the abyss, and said with a sneer.

"As the chief disciple of Fengtian Mingzong, Wen Lun swears to defend the dignity of Fengtian Mingzong to the death." Wen Lun took a step forward, and a sword intent suddenly rose into the sky, and the fierce aura filled the void.

"Humph." Feng Li sneered and said arrogantly: "Wen Lun, you are from the Wen family. Your sister Wen Ruo may become my sister-in-law, so I won't let you lose too ugly."

"Feng Li, you and I are fighting. The outcome is unknown. Don't be too arrogant." Wen Lun's eyes darkened, and a black heavy sword appeared in his hand. He said solemnly: "I know the Eight Winds Ghost Dance of your Feng Gui clan. It’s scary, but the Four Awakens and Four Tribulations Sword of my Wen family is not a vegetarian!”