"Old Xiong, I'm really sorry, I suddenly lost control of my spiritual power just now, and I didn't hold it, so I ......"

Han Feng's face was full of shame, and he stepped forward to explain.

"You kid is really a bad star, sooner or later I will be killed by you!" Xiong Kun was still angry, and scolded angrily.

Han Feng's face was flushed, his head was lowered, and he stopped speaking.

Seeing Han Feng's state, Xiong Kun turned his face angrily. However, after twisting, he was surprised to find that more than a dozen bamboos had exploded behind him.

"Oh, this sword trick is really powerful! Han boy, what is the name of this sword technique? Xiong Kun couldn't help asking.

"Well, I don't know the name of the sword technique. This sword technique is just a fragment, and there is no name in it, but the first layer I just cast has a name, called A Sword Piercing the Clouds. ”

"Damn, that's a pretty good name. You kid can show it, then what is a sword piercing the clouds, I think I want to pierce me with a sword! My old man didn't see it clearly this time, you can do it again, let us take a look! Xiong Kun's face changed, and he showed a look of curiosity, and he actually asked Han Feng to try again.

"Well, Old Xiong, this time your old man is far away, if Han Feng misses again, Old Xiong must quickly escape into the ground." Han Feng said cautiously, for fear of missing again.

"Let you practice quickly, what nonsense, hurry up!" Xiong Kun urged impatiently.

"Good!"

Han Feng agreed, retreated three zhang away, and after staying away from Xiong Kun, he held the sword in his hand and pulled the posture, but he did not move the sword, but stood still and thought, motionless.

"Damn, what are you playing!" Xiong Kun scolded in a low voice, but did not urge again, but waited patiently.

Han Feng has studied literature since he was a child and is proficient in poetry, although this set of sword tricks is condescending and jerky and difficult to understand, but the first layer of it made Han Feng realize ninety percent of himself in a few days! Just now, it was when he arrived at the key place and encountered an incomprehensible place that Han Feng's sword move was suddenly chaotic, it should have been a sword aura, but it became a flat shot, almost hitting Xiong Kun. However, after such a toss, Han Feng seemed to have an understanding, so he secretly pondered about it.

After touching a cup of tea, the long fire sword in Han Feng's palm suddenly shook, the red light protruded, and his right hand was raised, and the long fire was erected.

Han Feng frowned, pinched the sword trick in his hand, stepped forward right, and came to test the first layer of this strange sword trick - a sword piercing the clouds.

Move like the wind, sword light like water. Han Feng's sword trick this time was extremely smooth, much faster than the last time, and there was not much time, and this sword piercing the clouds had already been completed.

"Whoa—"

A red sword qi rushed out of the bamboo forest and went straight into the clouds.

"Bang!"

A leisurely drifting white cloud was pierced by the sword qi, the cloud body shook, and a ray of sunlight passed through the cloud cave and shot into the bamboo forest, which was extremely bright.

Han Feng stared at him, pointed his sword at the sky, his sword body trembled slightly, and his brilliance shone.

"Damn, this kid really looks like that!" Xiong Kun couldn't help but nodded, muttering to himself with a smile.

"Gah!"

At this time, a big blue-winged bird was flying through the sky here, the sword qi passed by, the big bird was startled, and struggled to fly, but the wound on a feather that had just stopped bleeding collapsed again after a few sharp fans, and blood gushed out, and the big bluebird immediately tilted and fell from the sky.

The big blue bird passed through the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest and fell into the bamboo forest.

"Hey, it's a blue-winged bird!"

Han Feng was surprised and delighted, put away the spirit sword and rushed over. In the past few days, I was worried that I couldn't return to Ziyun Mountain, and flying things fell from the sky. It seems that I have been really lucky these days, and I want to come to whatever I want.

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