"This Han Feng is indeed the fortieth-ranked person. He is much stronger than the average tenth-level Martial King master." Wang Teng forced a solemn expression and finally sensed the danger of the opponent. He immediately took out the Dragon Falling Ancient Sword and shook away the opponent's weapon.
Long sword.
The sword weighed more than 1,600 kilograms. Han Feng immediately struck the sword and was so shocked that he staggered back several steps...
Seeing this scene, there were gasps all around. In the eyes of many people, Han Feng was an unattainable figure. Seeing with his own eyes that he was actually in the hands of a handyman, he was staggered.
The retreat is truly astonishing.
Han Feng's face was solemn, he tiptoed, and his body floated forward. With the sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally and vertically, and launched another fierce attack.
This time he released all the breath in his body. The air was surging and fluctuating violently. Each sword was powerful and heavy, and the wind howled.
The swordsmanship he performed was called "Gust Wind", which was at the peak of the fourth rank, almost infinitely close to the fifth rank. However, the sword's power was like a rainbow, and the wind and thunder were powerful, which was extremely terrifying.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Wang Teng also has a high fighting spirit, uses force to be strong, uses violence to control violence, and uses the Qiankun Sword Technique to the extreme.
The sword in Han Feng's hand was a treasured weapon that was personally refined by the dean of the Holy Temple and awarded as a reward. It was of an extraordinary grade. Even though it withstood such a powerful force from Wang Teng, it was still extremely strong.
However, his frown deepened, and he felt that the ancient sword in Wang Teng's hand was too weird. It looked rusty and ordinary, but its power was extremely heavy. It was like a mountain, simple and majestic, completely blocking the power of his sword.
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"This young man is indeed extraordinary and should not be taken lightly." Thinking that he, the fortieth-ranked figure in Beifeng, had fought so many tricks with a handyman in front of everyone to no avail. Han Feng couldn't help but feel a hint of cruelty in his heart, and at the moment the sword
Pointing directly at the sky, the sword light flashed loudly, and he shouted: "Broken mountain and splitting the sky sword!"
"What is the Broken Mountain Sword?" Hearing this title, a large number of people around him were immediately frightened. This martial art is only a little short of the fifth level, and there are very few people in the entire Beifeng who are qualified to learn it.
Duan Hong, Shen Jianing, Wu Xiong, Jiang Ming and others also had envious faces. They knew that Hanfeng was rewarded for his outstanding performance in a mission. Even they were not qualified to touch it.
Wang Teng also narrowed his eyes. There are nine levels of martial arts in the world. The fifth level is an important watershed. It is a legend in various countries. This is almost equivalent to half a step of fifth level martial arts. He was a little surprised.
He only felt a compelling sword energy, locking him in every possible way. This feeling was something he had never experienced in other martial arts.
"Junior brother, if you can take my move, I will be convinced by you." After performing this martial arts, Han Feng's temperament changed drastically, his eyes were extremely sharp, and a loud shout was like rolling thunder, spreading.
Four directions, lasting.
In the end, his sword struck down, and among the many horrified eyes, a sword light that was twenty or thirty meters long took shape in an instant, like a large pillar of light pressing down.
Wang Teng felt that before the sword energy was completely suppressed, there was an invisible pressure like a mountain, causing his feet to sink into the solid rock.
He licked his lips, but there was a hint of high fighting spirit in his eyes. This was the first real opponent he encountered after coming to the Holy Court. He was not afraid at all, but the blood in his body was hot.
Got up.
"Destroy the sword's intention, destroy the word, kill!" Finally, Wang Teng shouted, turning the ancient sword, and the blade was immediately covered with a layer of mysterious power, and he faced it.
This is the "meaning" of superior martial arts, and only a truly peerless expert can comprehend it. Although he has only scratched the surface, he is not inferior even to fifth-grade martial arts.
Boom!
A burst of blazing light erupted. The terrifying ripples of energy continued to spread. This remote and narrow mountain road immediately rioted, chaos collapsed, smoke and dust rose, and large trees were broken one after another.
Many people were swaying and unsteady, and the harsh explosions made them feel uncomfortable and dizzy.
After a long while, it gradually became calm. The people watching let out a breath of fear and finally came back to their senses.
"What happened?" Curious eyes immediately gathered in the field. They all wanted to see who would have the last laugh under such an earth-shattering blow.
And when they looked at it, they saw that it was full of pits, thick cracks, and black smoke, covering hundreds of meters in radius. It could be said that it was devastated and ruined.
"Is this...the destructive power they caused?" Many people gasped and their scalps felt numb.
Ahem...
In the quiet place, a cough suddenly came. Everyone looked over and saw the smoke dispersed in front of them, and there were two figures in the field.
One of them was holding his chest and coughing weakly. He had silver hair and was extremely heroic. He was clearly Han Feng! But right now, he had disheveled hair, coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and was even half-kneeling on the ground, looking very embarrassed.
Someone else quickly turned their eyes to the other side, only to see Wang Teng looking pale and panting heavily. He had just exhausted a lot of energy, but his fighting strength was still upright. Obviously - much more than Han Feng's situation!
"The little handyman actually has the upper hand?" Many people were stunned when they saw this scene.
"How... is this possible..." Duan Hong, Wu Xiong, Jiang Ming and others were immediately shocked. Han Feng was a senior brother that even they could only look up to. How could he lose after using fifth-grade martial arts?
"He...is really that powerful." Shen Jianing couldn't help covering her red lips with her delicate hands, and Shen Jianing was also stunned.
At this point, she finally understood that she had completely underestimated this seemingly ordinary boy. If he had exploded with such strength back then, wouldn't they have...
Thinking of this, a chill rose up in her back for no reason. If before, she thought that she suffered a loss at the hands of Wang Teng because of her carelessness, then now she truly realized the huge gap.
At this point, there was no longer any dissatisfaction in her eyes when she looked at Wang Teng, but instead there was a strong look of fear.
There was also a hint of horror in his heart about his talent.
With her eyesight, she could naturally see that Wang Teng's bone age was indeed that of a young man, and not someone with high strength and good looks. However, a mere eighteen or nineteen-year-old had actually practiced a few more years than them.
People who are ten years old are still powerful. If they are considered geniuses, then the other party is really a monster.
She, Duan Hong, Wu Xiong, and Jiang Ming looked at each other. They all couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts. With such a terrifying talent, perhaps only Lingling, the "little devil" in the entire Beifeng could match it.
