Chapter 115: A Shocking Sword Strike
Master brother, Chu Tian walked down from the high platform under everyone's gaze and sat down on one side.
The actions of the two caused the Dean and the various masters to frown slightly. Could it be that Yuan Academy had only sent three people to fight?
Xingyuan spoke up: "Yiqing, is your disciple unwilling to go into battle?"
One of the masters stood up and walked back to his own seat, sat down calmly and said: "It's not that we're unwilling, but it's unnecessary. You send five people, we'll send three. Three out of five wins."
As soon as this was said, the whole room erupted in an uproar.
Xingyuan coldly said: "Overestimating oneself."
Huayu and Tianbuliang were also shrouded in dark energy. How dare Yuan Yuan treat them with such disdain? It's like looking for death by rushing into a pit with a lantern.
Below, the students of the Yin Yang Academy also shouted loudly together
"You trash from Yuan Yuan, are you guys ready to lose all three games?"
"Hmph, afraid of losing face and only sending three people? Do you think we're blind and can't see your cowardice?"
"Come on, Leng Han Shixiong, Hua Yu Shixiong! Kill those trash from the One Yuan Institute!"
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The disciples of the Yin-Yang Academy were all filled with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to go on stage and beat up Lu Fan and others.
Han Feng smiled as he looked at them, saying: "A bunch of idiots, just wait and see, they'll be speechless soon. Lu Fan, junior brother, Chu Xing, senior brother, let me take the first match. I've finally mastered the Earth-level martial skill, I want to have some fun first. Don't get in my way."
Han Feng said and walked out in big strides.
Lu Fan and Chu Hang exchanged a smile, okay, let Han Fen go first in this round.
Looks like he's been holding it in for a long time, and is about to get sick from it. Let him have his fun, and at the same time, let these people from the Yin Yang Institute calm down a bit, this shouting is really quite disturbing.
Han Feng took out his own Bishui Changtian Sword, and with a sweep of the long sword, a substantial aura slashed open the green stone on the ground.
"Who will come and play with this old man."
The expression on his face was arrogant, disdainful and contemptuous. Han Feng couldn't help but look down on Xing Yuan and the others with his nose upturned.
Huayu couldn't help but step forward and said: "I'm coming. Don't stop me."
Xingyuan Shizun nodded, the strength of Huayu was not bad, the cultivation of Neigang Dianfeng could easily take down this foul-mouthed guy.
A surge of energy burst forth from his body, and a long sword materialized in his hand.
Even if it's not the cultivation of the external boundary, it's almost the same.
The white long knife pointed at Han Feng's face, and Hua Yu said: "Youngster, if I don't break a few of your bones today, it won't be over."
Han Feng burst out laughing, his laughter was ear-piercing and unpleasant. It made Hua Yu's face turn even darker.
The blue water and long sky sword was inserted into the ground by him with one stroke.
With one hand on his hip, Han Feng pointed at the tip of his nose and said: "Come on, let me see your strength. Today, as long as you can touch me, it's considered a win for you!"
Huayu was thoroughly enraged, his foot stomping heavily on the ground, sending gravel flying everywhere, and he shot towards Han Feng like an arrow off the string.
"Take this, Wind Slasher!"
The long sword is out, and a strong wind rises. It blows Han Feng's hair into a dance.
"What a strong wind!"
Han Feng still stood there, motionless. The students of the Yin Yang Academy below looked up at him with wide eyes and smiling mouths.
This fool, he actually dares to directly confront Master Huashan's sword technique, he's finished!
The sword in Huayu's hand had condensed a piece of wind blade, the long sword killed to Han Feng's front, suddenly only two steps away from Han Feng when the knife wind suddenly stopped.
Hua Yu's eyes widened in surprise, and for some reason, he felt that his knife was slashing at a formless air current.
Han Feng's own eyes suddenly turned golden, and the surroundings suddenly echoed with the sound of a dragon's roar.
Han Feng's senior brother burst out with a loud shout, and behind him, a five-clawed golden dragon slowly condensed into shape.
The golden dragon is faint and looks very vague, but its majestic aura is quite extraordinary.
"Dragon Sun Body Refining Technique!"
Lu Fan suddenly remembered. When he was in the Cultivation Tower, he had helped Han Feng Shixiong obtain a Spiritual-level high-grade martial skill. Now, Han Feng Shixiong must be using that very martial skill.
Have to say, looks quite impressive.
"Protective Dragon's Seal!"
Han Feng let out a low shout, and Hua Yu felt a powerful force push him away.
She took three steps back, her face suddenly changing color.
Damn it, this guy's strength is no weaker than his!
The powerful aura emanating from Han Feng also reached the peak of Neigang.
Lu Fan smiled slightly, in just a few months, Han Feng Shixiong has made great progress!
The senior brother said beside him: "The effect of special training has come out. Han Feng is a bit lazy, but the effect is still good."
"Uh-huh, from now on we can indeed intensify his training. His potential is considerable."
The Dao Guang Zun beside him nodded slightly, and the three of them burst out laughing at the same time.
Han Feng didn't know if he would cry or laugh if he knew that his performance just now had already earned him special training in the future.
But now, Han Feng is in a state of excitement.
With a flip of his palm, the blue water long sky sword suddenly flew up and began to revolve above his head.
This move uses air to control the sword, and his level can be seen from this.
Xingyuan Shizun's face changed drastically, could it be that one move?
Impossible! A disciple of Yuan Institute actually managed to master that move? That's a ground-level martial skill!
"Heaven stolen, earth exterminated, divine demon slaying!"
Han Feng pointed with one hand, and the Bishui Changtian sword instantly disappeared.
The next moment, a loud roar suddenly rang out, and countless sword auras enveloped the entire high platform.
Everyone's line of sight was blocked, and all they could see were countless terrifying sword lights.
All the disciples watching below were forced to retreat one after another, and in the terrifying sword light, only Han Feng's solemn expression and elegant posture could be seen.
Sword energy emerges, heaven and earth perish.
The final sword light suddenly exploded.
In the midst of sword light, flower language directly flew out and fell from the high platform.
No matter how many martial arts he had, and no matter how high his cultivation was in the Inner Gang's peak. Under Han Feng's single move, he looked so fragile.
For a moment, even the elite disciples of other schools looked terrified.
Even they themselves don't know if they can emerge unscathed from this move.
Yan Qing was stunned and muttered: "Is this a student of Yuan Yuan Academy?"
He couldn't believe it, how could a humble Yuan Institute have such terrifying martial skills. Even he felt threatened.
The sword energy slowly disappeared, and the Longtian Sword returned to Han Feng's hand.
"Awesome, it's been ages since I've had a fight this satisfying!"
Han Feng smoothed his hair, head can be broken, blood can flow, hairstyle cannot be messy.
This move should be able to hook up with some female students.
His gaze swept across the room, finding that all the female students were staring at him in terror, but none of them showed any affection.
It seems like it's still not going to work out.
Han Feng thought for a moment and estimated that his pose was not cool enough, so he went back to study again.
The flower language was spouting fresh blood, and his whole body was covered with ferocious and terrifying sword wounds.
Several instructors rushed forward and treated Huayu's injuries. They looked at Han Feng's face again, which had completely changed.
