Thousands of guards surrounded it, thousands of swords were inserted into the tower, and the leaders of hundreds of factions sat and watched.
Guan Peng struck with his sword, there was no extra flash of blade, it was just a display of pure power and speed.
The blade was rather cold and struck straight at Han Feng's neck.
Han Feng faced the enemy and faced the challenge. The force field of "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" enveloped the entire White Jade Square, and the surrounding Qi of heaven and earth suddenly came into his mind.
The sharp sword triggered an alarm in Han Feng's heart, and he took three steps back, avoiding Guan Peng's sharp sword technique.
Guan Peng's blade rubbed sparks on the ground, and he chased Han Feng step by step.
Facing Guan Peng's killing moves one after another, Han Feng created a flaw from his sword skills, and missed Guan Peng's sword light.
The purple flying flower palm hit Guan Peng in the lower abdomen, knocking him three feet away.
Purple petals are flying.
Guan Peng was knocked back by the force of his palm and staggered backwards. His long knife dragged the ground and erupted a string of sparks to stabilize his body.
Han Feng waved his palm, pulled out the Cold Moon Sword and looked at Guan Peng seriously: "Hey, look, didn't we just bump into each other on [Feng Yun Dou]?"
Guan Peng grinned, his whole person exuded an extremely violent aura, the invisible sword energy spread, and he stood up straight: "Ha, you really did not disappoint me, today I will use you to train me
The cultivation of swordsmanship."
As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Peng took action with his sword again.
The power of Han Feng's "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" enveloped the entire audience, mastering all of Guan Peng's sword moves in his subtle consciousness.
The sword moves of this black-robed swordsman do not have any wild sword light or aura, but every swing of the sword is the purest and ultimate slashing and slashing, pursuing the ultimate speed and sharpness.
Han Feng used the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" to get a glimpse of Guan Peng's knife skills. It was as if he was solving a problem with the answer. He responded to every move lightly, without any fireworks, but he was able to force Guan Peng to a point where it was difficult to defeat him.
A sharp sword technique brings out the six powers of success.
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Guan Peng firmly held the Leng Yue sword that Han Feng had chopped off, looked at Han Feng and asked.
At this time, Guan Peng thought of the last time Han Feng predicted the falling leaves, and couldn't help but secretly wonder if Han Feng really had the ability to predict the future.
"This is the skill to defeat the enemy!"
Han Feng raised his hand and swung the knife, and blocked the saber with several gaps in Guan Peng's hand from bottom to top, and then struck Guan Peng's chest with the knife.
The black-robed swordsman could only retreat continuously.
Everyone in the Xuanjian Division was excited when they saw Han Feng suppressing Guan Peng with a relaxed and freehand gesture.
"Han holds the sword!!"
"Come on Han Zhijian!!"
The crowd cheered.
Guo Qinhan and others stood side by side, watching Han Feng's battle, and began to analyze.
Gu Yunzhou watched Han Feng almost suppressing Guan Peng and asked in surprise: "When did Han Feng's sword skills become so superb? Every sword strike seems to predict the sword skills of Brother Guan Peng.
His tricks are all broken."
"It is indeed surprising. Xiao Han's progress is indeed extremely fast. When he first entered the Xuanjian Division, he was just an ordinary ninth-level warrior. After returning from Qishan, he has made rapid progress. This time from Yanhua City
After he came back, his sword skills reached a whole new level."
Guo Qinhan looked at Han Feng's figure stepping forward with a sword and said expressionlessly.
It was rare that Mo Shanbei did not sleep, but participated in everyone's discussion: "His sword skills can't see any trace. He doesn't know whether he comes from any sect but it has its own system. His fighting awareness is so strong that it seems like he can predict the opponent's thoughts.
, no one within the eighth level can be his opponent."
"No, it doesn't matter who he is!"
Lao Bai, who joined the Hanging Sword Division, folded his hands with a proud expression on his face.
"Who is he?" Zhang Lie said and asked.
This question confused Lao Bai, who didn't know how to answer: "He... that's... that's... my savior!"
"Tch..." Mo Shanbei glanced at Lao Bai with disdain, obviously not very fond of this newcomer who, although his martial arts was not bad, was timid and unreliable in his words.
Only Meng Yuqi and Luo Yingrou had endless admiration for Han Feng.
Meng Yuqi's eyes shone brightly, she looked at Han Feng's figure wielding a sword, clenched her fist and said, "Brother Han Feng is so powerful, he can beat anyone he meets!"
Luo Yingrou nodded heavily at the side:
"Yeah! That's right!"
Guo Qinhan gave the two girls a complicated look, not knowing what to do with these two ardent fans.
On the high platform to the north, the heads of hundreds of factions were watching, and each had their own comments about the fighting on the field, but in general they did not depart from the praise of Han Feng and the kneeling and licking of the Hanging Sword Division...
Bo Fengxi, an important member of the imperial court, turned slightly towards Jun Huaixu and said, "Master Jun, this Han Feng and Han Zhijian should be the young man who borrowed your help from you to fight against the evil god Wusheng Old Mother in Yanhua City.
Are you the Siwei?"
Jun Huaixu had no expression on his face and nodded lightly: "Of course, during the battle in Yanhua City, it was Han Feng who used the power of [Future Mirror] to drive away the phantom of the evil god."
"It's true that heroes come from young, and the Xuanjian Division has talents from generation to generation. It's a blessing to the Xuanjian Division, a blessing to the court, and a blessing to the Holy One."
Bo Fengxi seemed to be complimenting, but also seemed to be testing.
Jun Huaixu didn't squint his eyes, taking in all the scenes on the field, and continued to answer calmly: "It is also a blessing to the world."
"Haha, yes, it is also a blessing to the world. Boss, look, Han Zhijian should have won this game, right?"
Jun Huaixu shook his head: "Before the results appear, everything is uncertain."
Bo Fengxi followed Jun Huaixu's gaze and looked at the battle on the White Jade Square.
The situation of the war suddenly changed.
Han Feng wields a sword with ease, and with the blessing of [Hu Fei's sword skill talent], even ordinary sword moves can show different subtle changes.
Coupled with the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" which was like a precognitive ability, Guan Peng was completely unable to fight back.
But Guan Peng was a seventh-level warrior after all. He was forced to retreat countless steps by Han Feng with his sword skills. After that, he finally couldn't stand the retreat anymore.
Holding the knife with both hands, he slashed Han Feng's wrist back.
Han Feng had already predicted Guan Peng's movements through the energy in Guan Peng's body. He opened his hands, took a step back, and then stabbed Guan Peng in the chest with a knife.
But he didn't expect that Guan Peng's move turned out to be a desperate move. He caught Han Feng's blade with his chest, held the back of the Leng Yue sword with his left hand, and slashed at Han Feng's neck with his right hand.
This change happened so fast. Although Han Feng was able to predict the change before it happened, he had no time to react. In an instant, the Leng Yue sword was controlled by Guan Peng's body.
Facing the fatal knife, Han Feng had no choice but to abandon the knife and retreat.
When Guan Peng saw Han Feng retreating, he threw the cold moon sword in his hand to the ground, raised the sword and rushed forward. He hit Han Feng with one quick strike and pierced Han Feng's abdomen.
Han Feng retreated step by step, and Guan Peng kept pressing forward.
"You are indeed good, but you are much inferior to what I imagined!"
After listening to Guan Peng's words, Gao Feng, who was retreating, raised his head with a strange look on his face: