"Wang Teng, be careful." Seeing Yang Feng's aura instantly strengthened by more than two or three times, Lu Xiufang changed her color and reminded. The Sky-Splitting Stone Fist is a fourth-level peak martial arts. Yang Feng has been practicing for many years and has already achieved proficiency. The power can be
Comparable to fifth-grade martial arts.
Although Wang Teng's intervention gave Lu Xiufang some peace of mind, she was still unsure whether she could win.
After all, Yang Feng has ten levels of perfect strength and has few opponents compared to the martial arts master. In comparison, Wang Teng is still too young.
Clenching her delicate hands a little tighter, Lu Xiufang's beautiful eyes like autumn water were fixed on the battle situation, and the concern on her pretty face was difficult to conceal.
"Fourth level peak martial arts?" Hearing Lu Xiufang's reminder, Wang Teng raised his eyebrows slightly. In all countries, the unattainable level of martial arts is in the hands of the elite disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Holy Academy.
It's really not small.
After sighing, Wang Teng tightened his grip on the ancient sword in his hand. With such martial arts, it would definitely not be easy for him to be careless in the hands of a master who has reached the tenth level of martial arts.
As his mind tensed up, the strong energy in Wang Teng's body also gathered crazily towards his palms.
"Die."
After the crazily rising momentum reached a critical point, Yang Feng's gloomy pupils finally burst out with light as sharp as a heavenly sword.
He shouted loudly and rushed forward suddenly. The friction between his body and the air caused a strong wind that caused rows of trees around him to explode one after another.
"boom!"
When he was only four or five steps away from Wang Teng, Yang Feng slipped the ball of his foot and his body suddenly rose into the air, spinning like a propeller. After sufficient energy was accumulated, the fist on his waist was like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave.
Under Han Feng's frightened eyes, he blasted out.
At this moment, you can clearly see that a fist mark more than twenty meters long appears, lingering with an indomitable and unrivaled momentum, penetrating the sky.
Under this kind of atmosphere, even Lu Xiufang felt a surge of pressure, and it was slightly difficult to breathe.
Looking at this blow with a hint of horror, Han Feng's body was also trembling slightly, and his eyes turned to the young man on the other side with difficulty, hoping that he could block it, otherwise the three of them might not be able to escape Yang Feng's vicious hands.
"Little handyman, remember in the next life, keep your eyes bright, there are some people you can't mess with." After using his best martial arts, Yang Feng's self-confidence greatly increased, and he stared at Wang Teng condescendingly, with a sinister smile on his lips.
getting bigger.
"Really?" However, at this moment, the young man's sneer caused the sinister smile that had not spread to the extreme at the corners of his mouth to freeze slightly.
Taking a light breath, Wang Teng looked calm. The Dragon Falling Ancient Sword in his hand danced slightly, and a mysterious force immediately covered the blade.
With the blessing of this power, the originally dim and simple blade of the Falling Dragon Ancient Sword immediately emitted a faint black light, and a hair-raising aura quietly flowed out of it. The breeze blew through, and fallen leaves fell in the mountains and forests.
It was flying, but it added a sense of solemnity!
Lu Xiufang's heart tightened when she noticed the terrifying aura of destruction flowing from Wang Teng's blade.
A few days ago, the other party relied on a sword technique to defeat Zhu Hao, but now she discovered that she was even more awe-inspiring. The aura that Wang Teng burst out was even more terrifying than that day. Under that simple sword,
Even she could smell a tremor coming from her soul.
"What kind of sword trick is this?" Han Feng was also trembling. He really didn't understand what Wang Teng had gone through and how he could have so many dazzling trump cards.
"boom!"
Under the nervous gazes of several people, Wang Teng's face was cold, his dark eyes were shining, and he clenched the handle of the knife tightly with his palm and waved, with a buzzing sound, the simple blade trembled slightly, and a strange force,
Immediately swept away from the blade.
The second form of the Destruction Sword Intent - the Mie Zi Jue!
After Yang Feng's forceful fist came into contact with the light of the sword, it shattered like a chicken or a dog, and then disappeared into the air like fireworks.
Upon seeing this, Yang Feng was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. Unfortunately, before he could think about it, a terrible backlash hit his chest hard.
After receiving a heavy blow, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, then spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His body drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the ground more than ten meters away.
Bang! As Yang Feng landed, there was a dull sound, and the battle came to an end.
The wind blew, and the mountains and forests became slightly quieter.
Covering her red lips with her slender hands, Lu Xiufang looked at Wang Teng with a hint of shock in her eyes. She obviously did not expect that even Yang Feng, who was unattainable in her eyes, was no match for this extremely young junior brother.
Han Feng also gave a bitter smile, his face a little stiff. The opponent was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he could cultivate the strength that he looked up to. This blow was... too big.
His shoulders suddenly relaxed, and Wang Teng couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. Although he was completely victorious in this battle, it still cost him a lot.
"Senior sister, what do you think we should do with it?" After taking a rest, Wang Teng walked to Yang Feng, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, put the ancient knife on his neck, tilted his head and asked with a smile.
Awakened by Wang Teng's words, Lu Xiufang recovered from the shock. She tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart that had not completely subsided. She glanced at Yang Feng, frowned and fell into deep thought.
"It goes without saying that such a ruthless and lustful person should of course be killed." Han Feng's eyes were cold and he glanced coldly. Yang Feng, who was obviously trembling with fear because of his words, gritted his teeth and said.
That ruthless style made him feel frightened. If Wang Teng hadn't made a strong move today, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
It must be a disaster to have such a cancer in the college.
"Yes." Hearing this, Wang Teng also nodded. He would naturally not be merciful to someone as sanctimonious as the other party.
"You...you can't kill me." Seeing Wang Teng lift up the heavy sword and hit him head-on, Yang Feng couldn't help but twitched his whole body and screamed: "If I die, you will also be punished by the college.
."
Lu Xiufang sighed softly and said helplessly.
"This person is an elite disciple of Beifeng. If he dies here, the college will definitely investigate thoroughly. There is no guarantee that those senior seniors will have some powerful means to find us." Although she also hates Yang Feng very much,
But she also had to consider reality, which was why she was silent before.
Hearing Lu Xiufang's concerns, Wang Teng also frowned. In the academy, students are strictly prohibited from killing each other. No matter how bad Yang Feng's behavior today is, it should be punished by the academy's law enforcement hall. If he arbitrarily advocates killing him
Yes, if some seniors really find out, they will indeed get into trouble.
