Han Feng took a breath, and surging waves of sound came out of his mouth.
"Roar!!"
The power of the lion's roar was unleashed so vividly that Guan Peng, who had suffered the attack head-on, had blood oozing from his ears and eye sockets, and he retreated violently with a knife.
Han Feng took the opportunity to pick up the Leng Yue sword on the ground, kicked on the ground to use his strength, and launched a counterattack.
He shuttled around and came to Guan Peng, stretched out his hand and drew out the sword, not sure whether it was a palm technique or a sword technique.
Guan Peng was stunned by the lion's roar and could only raise his hand to block the knife.
However, the blade in Han Feng's hand seemed to be conscious, like a butterfly piercing a flower, he opened the blade in front of him and pursued Guan Peng's neck [Hand-Hiding Knife Style].
Guan Peng tried his best to hold on with his chaotic consciousness, and kept raising his hand and waving his knife to stop Han Feng's advancing figure. However, Han Feng took every step forward and pushed Guan Peng's figure back with every move.
Fifty steps in a row, there was a symphony of sounds and blades.
Thousands of people in the field watched in amazement as Han Feng used his deft and sharp sword skills to suppress and beat Guan Peng, who was a rank higher than him.
Meng Yuqi looked proud in the crowd: "Hey, he is indeed brother Han Feng, he is awesome!"
Now even Guo Qinhan was surprised by Han Feng's martial arts:
"Did Han Feng get such extraordinary sword skills from the power transmission tower?"
Gu Yunzhou shook his head: "Probably not."
…
"Han holds the sword!"
"Han Zhijian is so handsome!"
Some fanatical female guards act like star-chasing female fans.
Han Feng was not affected by the cheers and kept forcing Guan Peng back with every move.
Guan Peng raised his sword and tried to fight back, but Han Feng blocked the path of the sword without warning.
With a teasing look on his face, he looked at Guan Peng, who had blood stains on his eyes, and asked lightly: "Brother Guan, do you still think I'm nothing more than this?"
Guan Peng was aroused by Han Feng's words and became a little manic. His seventh-level cultivation completely exploded. For the first time, he used the sword technique that inspired the sword energy. A five-foot-long white sword light seemed to be long.
He waved it like a whip and headed towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" felt that Guan Peng's Qi was a little strange, and he seemed to be losing his mind...
No...what kind of poison did this guy have?
Han Feng was confused, and used the three talents to detect the changes in Guan Peng's moves, and used the method of prediction to walk in Guan Peng's offensive, get close to Guan Peng, and put a palm print on Guan Peng's left shoulder.
Guan Peng swung the sword spirit whip formed by the long sword in his hand, but it was dodged by Han Feng's casual steps.
He pressed down Guan Peng's sword-holding hand with his left hand, turned the Lengyue sword in the opposite direction with his right hand, and punched Guan Peng in the heart with a heavy punch.
A powerful punch made Guan Peng's inner breath surge.
At this time, Guan Peng's eyes were red and his expression was manic.
Han Feng called out: "Guan Peng, can you hear me?"
The only answer was Guan Peng's heavy breathing.
Han Feng understood that something was unusual, so he could only subdue him now.
Guan Peng raised his hand, and Han Feng instantly hit his wrist downwards.
Guan Peng retreated, and Han Feng immediately followed up to pursue him.
Quick moves, limb-to-body connection, and changes in moves create strong winds.
One move, one move, one palm, one advance and one retreat.
Purple petals flew all the way, and the battle of moves created a magnificent path.
Han Feng waved seventeen palms, hitting Guan Peng until his mouth turned red and he fell to the ground.
Seeing Guan Peng fall to the ground, Han Feng sheathed his sword and closed his palm, recovering a lot of his inner energy.
Guan Peng, who fell to the ground, was completely shaken up. He sat slumped on the ground, but his madness had subsided.
Guan Peng seemed to be aware of his recent situation, and expressed his gratitude to Han Feng in a hoarse voice: "Thank you very much."
Han Feng stretched out his hand to pull Guan Peng up, but a young guard rushed out from the crowd outside the square, helped Guan Peng up, and said warily to Han Feng: "Han Zhijian, Guan Lingshi is no longer able to fight anymore, we surrender.
Please don’t push me too hard.”
Feeling quite bored, Han Feng took back his hand and patted his white robe. He didn't understand why this guy was so hostile to him.
Suddenly, Han Feng looked at the young man who suddenly rushed out and narrowed his eyes.
I have some impressions of this face...
Isn't this the disciple of the Xuanjian Division that I saw last time who was meeting the Gudu spies? I didn't go looking for him after last time, but this kid actually jumped out on his own.
The young men who come out to cause trouble in public are quite courageous. No wonder they have such hostility towards me... I'm afraid Guan Peng's strange behavior just now has something to do with him...
He smiled slightly, did not pay attention to the young man's provocative remarks, turned around, bowed far to the north, and exited the White Jade Square.
The young man helped Guan Peng leave.
Nangong Lian continued to announce the next game:
"In the second game, Han Feng won with the sword. In the third game, the commander Qin Lan faced the commander Yun Jiangming."
The Yunling envoy seemed to be very popular as well, and there were constant cheers from the audience.
Han Feng walked out of the battlefield. The guards of the Hanging Sword Division on both sides unconsciously made way for Han Feng. Meng Yuqi greeted him happily:
"Brother Han Feng, I knew you were the most powerful!"
Han Feng smiled and rubbed Meng Yuqi's head: "You have the sweetest mouth."
The rest of the people also congratulated Han Feng.
Lao Bai kept raising his eyebrows at Han Feng: "Boss, you are not bad at this..."
Han Feng smiled and responded to everyone one by one, but his eyes remained on the young man supporting Guan Peng.
The people of Gudu were hiding in Xuanjian Division, and recently they even dared to rob and kill him directly outside the headquarters gate. This young man should be his way to uncover these secrets.
Withdrawing his eyes, Han Feng said to everyone:
"Haha, I'm happy today. I'll cook and treat everyone to a drink."
"Okay! Ever since I ate Brother Han's food, everything else has been tasteless."
The straightforward Zhang Lie was the first to answer.
Just as the group was about to go to Han Feng's courtyard for a massage, a figure dressed in white and holding a knife came over.
Bai Feihuang smiled and said:
"I heard that there is something delicious here. I wonder if I can have this taste?"
Han Feng walked forward naturally: "It's an honor."
Walking side by side towards the mountain, Bai Feihuang suddenly looked at Han Feng. Han Feng turned and looked back. The two of them seemed to be smiling and said in unison:
"Congratulations~"
"Thank you~"
While everyone was walking happily, Jian Qingci suddenly looked at Guo Qinhan: "Captain, don't you have a competition today?"
Guo Qinhan slapped his head and suddenly froze: "Hey, I'm really dizzy, right!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Qinhan ran back all the way, and everyone followed him while laughing.
…
The day has passed and the bright moon hangs high.
In the streets of the Xuanjian Division, a young man wearing a black and white uniform walked quietly among the scattered buildings of the Xuanjian Division headquarters.
Looking around, the young man acted cautiously, and then he sped away into an alley.
White robe pierced the wind, Han Feng appeared behind the young man, holding the cold moon sword, and followed him into the alley: