Han Feng had a good sleep, got up, washed up, and cooked a bowl of porridge with pickles and fermented bean curd for breakfast.
He picked up the Cold Moon Sword and practiced the sword skills for a while.
[Feng Yun Bi] It's already the quarter-finals of the battle between the commanders. All of his remaining opponents are experienced warriors from the Hanging Sword Division. It is inevitable that there will be a fierce battle today.
After adjusting his physical condition to its peak, Han Feng went down the mountain with a knife.
Stepping into the Xuanjian Division, Han Feng clearly felt that this time the [Feng Yun Dou] was now much more official.
For example, there are more small decorative flags on both sides of the street.
It was probably used to welcome the representatives of the major sects who came to participate. In addition to Cixin Zen Forest, the Taoist Jade Emperor Sect also sent elders to come.
In addition, the Confucian Zhengqi Hall, Qingtian Sword Sect, Zhongling Sect, Diyangu and other major martial arts sects are also represented.
[Wind and Cloud Fight] lasted too long. These big sects did not arrive as early as the ordinary sects, but when it came to the quarterfinals, they had to come due to various factors.
However, with so many martial arts sects here this time, Gu still dared to cause trouble... and he was really brave.
On the high platform to the north, many sects sit separately.
Around the White Jade Square, there are thousands of guards and guards.
Han Feng came to the outskirts of the square and found that Guo Qinhan and the others had already arrived, so he walked over with a smile.
"Yeah~ Everyone came so early, huh?"
Meng Yuqi narrowed her eyes with a smile:
"Wow! Brother Han Feng, you are not late today!"
Han Feng suddenly looked a little embarrassed... When did he leave the impression that he was often late...
Gu Yunzhou rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Our team has all been eliminated, and you are the only one left... Everyone came to cheer for you early, but you are the only one who is calm and unhurried."
Mo Shanbei looked tired and sleepy. Zhang Lie supported his shoulders with his hands and reluctantly opened his eyes: "Yes, Lao Guo was also beaten to a disgrace. You are already our last one."
Mo Shanbei met Lian Shanxu, one of the top Siwei masters among the younger generation of the Xuanjian Division, and his "Spring Thunder Sting" martial arts was completely torn apart by the opponent's quick sword.
Lao Guo smiled helplessly and said, "I met Bai Zhijian, and it's strange that I won."
Lao Bai was not nearby. He was chatting with a group of people in the distance. Han Feng walked over and grabbed his collar and pulled him over.
Staring at him and asking:
"Lao Bai, tell yourself, are you gambling with others at the opening price?"
This guy smiled flatteringly, put his arm around Han Feng's shoulders and came over, and said in a low voice: "Hey, this is called business investment. Boss, you really need to work hard, I've invested a lot of money in you.
"
Han Feng hit him on the head with the handle of the Lengyue sword with his backhand.
This gambler is really hopeless...
Seeing Lao Bai covering his head, Luo Yingrou stood next to Jian Qingci and snickered. The atmosphere among everyone was always so happy.
Han Feng caught a glimpse of Bai Feihuang standing not far away talking to a woman in black robes holding a knife.
At this time...the competition begins.
Nangong Lian stood on the high platform in the north and looked around. The noisy crowd gradually fell silent.
For the first time, Nangong Lian made an opening statement:
"Everyone, [Feng Yun Competition] has been going on so far, and the top eight warriors of all levels have already competed. In order to observe this grand event, representatives from all the martial arts sects came to watch, so I hope that everyone who competes on stage will
The guards, the envoys, and the sword-wielders can all show their best. I hope everyone can cheer the most enthusiastically for the fighting players."
"The top eight battles, the first one, sword-wielding Han Feng versus the envoy Qi Shaowei."
After finishing speaking, Nangong Lian returned to sit behind Jun Huaixu.
As Han Feng's name was read out, the crowd became excited.
Han Feng was used to such cheers and walked slowly to the center of the White Jade Square.
Han Feng's opponent, a black-robed knife-wielding woman named Qi Shaowei, walked from Bai Feihuang's side to the White Jade Square and came directly to the opposite side of Han Feng.
Under the First World Sword, black and white robes confront each other.
The quarterfinals battle has begun.
The woman in black robe had long hair like ink and eyebrows like black. She stood leaning on a knife and looked at Han Feng:
"Han Zhijian, we have admired each other for a long time. I thought we could meet each other last night, but I didn't expect that we would meet in this way today."
Han Feng also didn't expect that his opponent would be Qi Shaowei, who invited him to a party yesterday. He was a little embarrassed and could only try his best to pass the topic.
"I had some matters that needed to be resolved urgently yesterday, but I didn't expect to meet Miss Qi like this today. It would be a good time to use martial arts to make friends and get acquainted."
"Okay~ Let's make friends through martial arts today!"
After Qi Shaowei finished speaking, the long sword in her hand was unsheathed, and a white sword was drawn on the white jade square to mark the battle.
Seeing this, Han Feng waved Leng Yue's sword and fought with Qi Shaowei.
Two people, one black and one white, fight with each other, their blades clashing, and their auras bursting out.
…
Off the field, Bai Feihuang held the Qingluan knife and watched calmly.
However, the two living treasures, Lao Bai and Meng Yuqi, came over. Meng Yuqi hugged Bai Feihuang's waist and asked coquettishly:
"Sister Feihuang, are you familiar with that sister Qi?"
Bai Feihuang touched Meng Yuqi's head, smiled helplessly, and said: "We are quite familiar with each other. Why are you worried that your brother Han Feng can't beat her?"
Lao Bai immediately answered: "This girl Qi has good physical skills and exquisite sword skills, but her level is obviously not worthy of her title of top eight, so she must have some superb means. Unfortunately, I saw it before
It's really strange that there is nothing different from the beginning to the end in a martial arts competition with her."
Bai Feihuang pursed his lips and smiled, and explained: "Shaowei's martial arts is unique, but it is extremely difficult to discover."
Meng Yuqi shook Bai Feihuang's arm and said coquettishly: "Sister Feihuang, please stop showing off."
Bai Feihuang seemed to speak slowly: "Shaowei practices the "Jiang Chao Sword", a superior martial art purely for fighting. During the battle, he can accumulate sword strength through continuous accumulation, and the more he fights, the better he will fight.
, the more layers of sword power are stacked, the stronger the power, so if Han Feng cannot win quickly, it will be harder for him to win later."
After hearing what Bai Feihuang said, Meng Yuqi looked at the fighting figures in Baiyu Square with some worry.
"Qiang!!"
There was a sudden symphony, and the cold moon sword clashed with the blade in Qi Shaowei's hand. Han Feng was forced back by the three blades of sword power. He already understood the extraordinary nature of Qi Shaowei's sword technique.
"Qi Ling's sword skills are really wonderful, the swords are like waves, which makes Han Feng amazed."
"Han Zhijian is so complimentary~"
The corners of Qi Shaowei's lips curved, she held the knife closer and looked over at the fourth level of sword power.
Han Feng knew that he couldn't let her stack any more, so he activated the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" and used his left hand to shoot out "Iron Palm Flying Flowers".