However, only Pu Xingzhou showed a strange smile on his face and whispered to himself: "Let's take a look!"
Guan Tianhan roared: "Boy, die!"
At this time, facing the powerful offensive that was as powerful as the Thunder Prison Forest, the Qing Tao Sword Sect disciple took a deep breath, with a look of determination on his face.
Then, his long sword suddenly changed. From the dignified and square shape just now, it suddenly became open and closed, full of fierce domineering force.
It was as if what he was holding at this moment was an emperor's sword.
The whole person is full of imperial domineering aura.
Then, the sword in his hand changed and became dignified and majestic, just like an emperor commanding the world and commanding tens of millions of troops.
As he thrust out his sword one after another, huge sword arrays were formed one after another in the air.
Every time he swung his sword, a sword formation appeared in front of him. In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword formations surrounded him, protecting his whole body tightly.
It seemed that he was the emperor, and every time he waved his hand, an army was guarding him.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword formations and dozens of armies protected him tightly, guarding him among them.
Those thunder prison forests fell hard, and the long sword offensive collided with his sword formation!
Boom boom boom!
The Thunder Prison Forest continued to shatter, and was smashed to pieces on the sword array, but the sword array was unscathed and still as stable as a rock!
Seeing this scene, Guan Tianhan was dumbfounded.
He shouted in disbelief: "How is that possible? Mine, mine, is a second-grade Xuan-level martial skill!"
"I can't even break the power of your sword. What kind of sword technique are you doing? How can it be so terrifying?"
Yuan Xingchen and Duan Hongru also looked in disbelief.
Yuan Xingchen suddenly stood up and stared at the Qingtao Sword Sect disciple with a solemn face.
And those disciples of the Qingtao Sword Sect were even more shocked than them, and they all exclaimed: "Emperor's Sword Technique!"
"This is the Emperor's Sword Technique. This is our sect's sacred sword. The Emperor's Sword Technique! He actually practiced it?"
"The head master said that none of us is qualified to practice this imperial swordsmanship, but we didn't expect that we would secretly teach it to him?"
Many people had looks of shock on their faces.
Then, the shock turned into jealousy, and his expression was extremely complicated.
And even Liu Bojian had an indescribable expression on his face.
He always considered himself to be the most outstanding disciple of the Qing Tao Sword Sect, but even so, he was not taught the Emperor's Sword Technique.
However, he did not expect that this imperial swordsmanship would be taught by the head master to such an unknown disciple who was not taken seriously by him at all.
Chen Feng had mixed feelings in his heart.
But he also had to admit that Fan Fenghua, a disciple of the Qingtao Sword Sect, was qualified!
He felt that if he faced him, he might not even be his opponent.
"No!"
Suddenly a voice sounded in his heart: "It's not that it's possible that he won't be his opponent, but it's that he definitely won't be his opponent!"
"This Fan Fenghua, he hides it too deeply."
"My Junior Brother Fan, how terrifying is your strength?"
There were endless waves in his eyes.
A smile appeared at the corner of Pu Xingzhou's mouth: "Fan Fenghua, I saw you right, you are the one who truly hides your secrets."
At this time, the battle situation on the field had reached an extreme stalemate.
The boundless thunder prison forest fell, but it was all in vain.
Guan Tianhan became anxious, let out a crazy roar, and mobilized all his strength.
The Thunder Prison Forest suddenly expanded and became several times larger than before, almost reaching the edge of the arena.
Fortunately, on the edge of the ring, a huge circular air mask covered it like an inverted bowl, covering the ground of the high platform.
This air mask has a light white color and is very thick. It feels like it cannot be penetrated no matter how hard it is bombarded!
The power of the Thunder Prison Forest was stronger and more numerous than before, but it was still unable to do anything to Fan Fenghua.
Fan Fenghua's imperial swordsmanship made the surrounding airtight.
Even later, he stood there not moving much.
Only the tip of the sword shook occasionally.
An ordinary face, but at this time it showed boundless majesty, full of imperial demeanor.
Guan Tianhan became more and more anxious, roaring angrily as thunder and lightning continued to strike.
The sword was moving like crazy, but it had no effect at all.
Later, his eyes were red with a look of madness, and he almost lost his mind.
Yuan Xingchen sighed and leaned heavily on the back of his chair: "Guan Tianhan, we lost."
"Yes, Guan Tianhan was defeated!" Everyone with a discerning eye can see clearly.
His downfall is only a matter of time.
But at this moment, as another piece of Thunder Prison Forest fell, suddenly Fan Fenghua's eyes flashed.
The figure that was standing there almost motionless suddenly shot straight out like a sharp arrow that came off its string.
Then, he fell directly in front of Guan Tianhan and pressed down fiercely with the long sword in his hand.
It's not fast, but it's full of infinite power.
It's like carrying a mountain with a sword!
Guan Tianhan felt like everything around his body was sealed, and he couldn't even resist.
With a bang, he was crushed and fell heavily onto the ring.
Unable to even support himself, his knees softened and he fell to the ground with two bangs.
Fan Fenghua stood in front of him, with the sword pressed on his shoulder.
Guan Tianhan roared repeatedly, roaring crazily, trying to break free.
However, I couldn't even move.
Fan Fenghua's long sword brought endless pressure to him!
At this time, Yuan Xingchen stood up suddenly, stared at Guan Tianhan coldly, and shouted: "Guan Tianhan, why are you struggling?"
"You have already lost, why are you still struggling? Why don't you just admit defeat? Don't embarrass our Nine Poison Red Refining Sect again!"
Guan Tianhan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face turned red, and endless malice flashed in his eyes.
But he knelt there obediently, not daring to move any more.
Pu Xingzhou stood up and laughed loudly: "In this competition, Qingtao Sword Sect Fan Fenghua won!"
Fan Fenghua withdrew his sword, smiled slightly, looked at Guan Tianhan and said in a deep voice: "I accept the concession."
Although he was victorious at this time, he was not arrogant at all. Instead, he was very calm and had the air of a gentleman.
Guan Tianhan stared at him coldly and walked towards the high platform without saying a word.
He felt that he had lost all face.
At this moment, there was a sudden boom in the distance, which was the sound of the gate tower collapsing.
Then everyone looked there.
Just saw that the towering gate tower had been razed to the ground.
Zhao Xingjian roared: "What's going on? Why did the gate tower of my city lord's mansion collapse?"
