Lin Feng vs. Han Chuang, one is the Lin family's kendo genius, and the star sword technique is powerful in Yunzhou, and the other is a recognized waste, but he has sprung up in this annual meeting.

Who wins and who loses, who knows, all the audience can do is to cheer incessantly when the two take the stage: the sound shook the sky, like a thunderclap.

Han Chuang looked at the opponent in front of him, this was the first time he had observed an opponent so closely: he was about twenty years old, of medium height, with dark skin and an angular face, his eyes tightly closed, and his two sword eyebrows tightly locked, as if condensing a sad face.

He doesn't dare to underestimate his opponents, especially swordsmen; in the Shenzhou Continent, swordsmen are always one of the most difficult opponents, a long sword, the best at finding the opponent's loopholes, a pair of discerning eyes, can always find the opponent's flaws, the best at defeating the strong with the weak, and turning the impossible into a possibility.

In Lin Feng's body, Han Chuang felt this kind of swordsman's temperament, which was by no means different from the death qi on Lin Ping's body, nor the tyrannical aura on Lin Yue's body, but a kind of sharpness unique to a swordsman - the sharpness that cut through everything.

Han Chuang's face sank, and he said coldly: "Pull out your sword, you can't defeat me empty-handed." His gaze swept over Lin Feng's body, and he didn't find any traces of the sword, the sharpness seemed to come from this body, not a sword, not a weapon.

"Hahaha~"

Lin Feng suddenly laughed, and there was no trace of expression on the corners of his mouth, as if this smile was a "gurgling" sound from the bones under the flesh and skin.

"I can't use a sword against you, but the final victor must be me. He said, his smile retracted and his tone indifferent.

Han Chuang frowned, and said coldly: "Isn't it true that a swordsman will never underestimate his opponent? ”

Lin Feng stood in the corner of the ring, his hands behind his back, his eyes still closed, and said: "No, I didn't underestimate you, from the beginning of the annual meeting, I knew that you were the person who posed the greatest threat to me except for Jiang Xue; ”

"Don't swordsmen use swords? Han Chuang said.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that you are not familiar with the Dian Xing Sword Technique, my swordsmanship, you don't have to use a sword-" Before the words fell, the right hand on his back waved forward at will, and a sword qi came out from his fingertips, leaving a deep mark in the open space between the two.

"How's that? I'm entitled to not use a sword. Lin Feng said lightly.

Lin Feng showed his hand, and the audience was taken aback. Although they had seen sword qi vertical and horizontal, they had never seen anyone who could emit invisible sword qi with their fingertips. You must know that the sword qi is sharp and unparalleled, the fierceness is abnormal, and the human body in the replenishment period, even if it is well trained, is far inferior to gold and iron, so sending out sword qi is tantamount to hurting oneself first without hurting others.

Zhao Hanxiao on the rostrum couldn't help but show a sarcastic look on his face when he saw the audience whispering. Others didn't know, but he was also a sword-based martial spirit, but he knew that Lin Feng's hand seemed beautiful, but in fact, it was not sword qi, but strength.

The so-called Dianxing Sword Technique, focusing on the word "point", not "Sword Technique", is said to be a sword technique, only because its strength passes through the fingertips, it is extremely fierce, similar to sword qi, but it is very different from sword qi.

Gu Zhao Hanxiao knew that there was no single technique in this world that could emit true sword qi out of thin air. He knew the mystery, but he didn't say it, he just groaned and laughed, as if everything was under control.

But it was said that Lin Feng showed his hand, which shocked everyone, except for Zhao Hanxiao, there was another person who understood the mystery, and that was Han Chuang who was standing at the other end of the ring.

With the ability to comprehend the subtleties, he couldn't understand any martial arts, Lin Feng wanted to be powerful and disturb the opponent's mind, but he didn't want Han Chuang to gain insight into the mysteries, which was unexpected.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and said: "What am I, it turned out to be a finger force, using the sword martial soul to urge the finger power, it seems that your Lin family really does not have a profound sword spectrum." ”

Lin Feng's face changed, and Han Chuang's words were about to tell him about his sore feet: if the Lin family could really get a profound sword spectrum, he wouldn't need to retreat to the next best cultivation fingering.

I only heard him say hatefully: "Even the fingering can defeat you!"

Han Chuang lazily took a sip of "phew" and said, "Don't do it yet?"

Lin Feng roared angrily, and a sword shadow appeared behind him, "Let you see how powerful the Star Sword Technique is." True qi came out through his fingertips, connecting Han Chuang's chest to the acupoints.

Han Chuang's figure flashed, and he dodged lightly; Lin Feng's right fingertips turned, and two more fingers came out, Han Chuang took three steps back, formed a gossip step, and suddenly jumped forward, and slapped out his palms, but turned his palms into fists in front of him, and his strength penetrated his body, reaching Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng sneered and shouted, "What can I do with this?" Yao Yao pointed his finger, and his true qi came out, breaking through the fist wind and attacking Han Chuang's cheek.

Han Fu'er in the audience had a heart, and she was already "plopping" and jumping, and when she saw the scene, she couldn't help but scream, covering her eyes with her hands and not daring to look at it again.

At this moment, a voice echoed in her ears: "It's good to come!" She opened her eyes and saw Han Chuang's waist folded, and the wind brushed the bridge of his nose.

A few breaths, the offense and defense are mutually exchanged, and the scene changes so quickly that it is dizzying.

Lin Feng did not pursue, Han Chuang took the opportunity to gain a foothold, and a strand of hair slipped from his forehead and floated in front of him, like a wisp of black smoke.

He stared at the martial soul that appeared behind Lin Feng, and said lightly: "The finger wind urged by the frost sword really has some taste of sword qi, but unfortunately the finger wind is not sword qi after all, and the most important thing is indestructible." ”

Don't look at Han Chuang's light dodge of a series of attacks, if Lin Feng emitted a sword qi, he had already been injured just now, compared to the finger wind, the attack power and penetration of the sword qi were obviously stronger, and most importantly, the temperament that cut everything was difficult to resist.

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "It's a pity, the Martial Soul Frost Sword, I only saw the sword, but I didn't see the frost." ”

Lin Feng sneered and said, "Don't worry, you'll see you soon." Between the ups and downs, he knew that Han Chuang was powerful, and thought: "The eldest son of the Han family can enter the top four, it is really not a tone, every time I make a move, he can come first, forcing me to change my moves, so that I am at a disadvantage, do I use that trick?"

At this annual meeting, Lin Feng paid special attention to it and specially prepared a killing move, he wanted to use it in the finals in the face of Lin Jiangxue, but when facing Han Chuang, he had the idea of using a killing move.

He pressed this tempting thought and said, "If you want to see the full power of the Frost Sword, I'll show you!"

With a shout, his body leaped straight, his hands outstretched, and he stood in the air, the phantom of the frost sword behind him rising up, and the blade of the sword shone in the light.

"Be careful, Han Chuang, this is the true power of the Frost Sword!" The two hands closed in the air, forming thousands of handprints.

In Han Chuang's opinion, Lin Feng's body seemed to disappear, merging with the phantom of the Frost Sword behind him, and even if the sun shot directly, it would be difficult to resist the bursts of cold air.

"Han Chuang, do you know why the Dot-Star Sword Technique is called the Sword Technique?" Lin Feng's voice floated out of the phantom, and without waiting for Han Chuang to answer, the voice said to himself: "Because the last move of the Dot-Star Sword Technique is a sword move!"

"Take my trick, Bright Star!"

The frost sword emitted a dazzling light, and thousands of sword qi came out from the sword body, carrying the frost qi, sometimes the eagle struck the sky, cutting off the flying stream, and sometimes it was like a tiger lying on the ground, shaking the mountains and rivers.

"Wonderful! It's too second!

On the rostrum, Zhao Hanxiao, the elder of the Luoxia Sect, couldn't help but applaud, he was also a swordsman, he naturally saw the subtlety of Lin Feng's move, using the frost sword martial soul as the sword body, the flesh as the sword heart, and turning the wind into sword qi, which was actually a first-class sword move he had seen.

With one move, the true qi of the Great Perfection of the body is released, turning into thousands of sword qi and attacking the enemy. This move is that he can only rely on the strength of the Yuan Period, as for Han Chuang, he is not optimistic;

He subconsciously glanced at Lin Jiangxue in the audience, and thought, "Maybe she has a way to crack it." At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation in the audience, Zhao Hanxiao turned his head to look, his mouth couldn't help but open wide, and his eyes were horrified.

Facing the sword qi attacking from all directions, Han Chuang suddenly closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth flashed into a knowing smile.

"What is he going to do? Is it suicide?" Zhao Hanxiao thought to himself.

Seeing that the sword qi was about to penetrate Han Chuang's body, at this moment, his body moved, and he passed through the gaps of several sword qi like a butterfly wearing flowers.

"No! This can't be! How did he do this!" Zhao Hanxiao exclaimed.

You need to know that this is a real sword qi, not the wind, and the sword qi cuts everything, even the surrounding space will also change because of it, so the direction of the sword qi you see with your eyes may not be accurate.

Zhao Hanxiao has seen someone resist the sword qi with the top body protection magic skill or body protection martial spirit, and he has also seen the sword qi broken with a powerful move, but he has never seen someone who can walk through the gap in the sword qi leisurely, and if there is a slight mistake, it may be doomed.

He couldn't help but glance at Lin Donghua beside him, and they all saw the surprise in the other party's eyes, they thought that they had already looked down on Han Chuang, but they didn't want to still look down on him, the strength he showed at this moment really made people can't help but look sideways.

In the waves of sword light, wrapped in a black shadow, ups and downs, fluctuating, everyone standing on the edge of the ring, whether it was the children of the Han Lin family or the irrelevant audience, were all shocked and calm, and they couldn't even breathe through the tension.

Han Chuang was like a fish in the sea, in the sword curtain, he became more and more free, between advancing and retreating, he was chic and calm, and he arrived in front of Lin Feng when he saw it.

At this moment, Lin Feng was still tightly closed, surrounded by sword light, as if an invisible sword blade barrier had been built around his body.

Han Chuang smiled: "It's just a turtle shell, see me break him for you." "The hands turned into fists, but the most powerful Jingang fist was used among the five fists of Yijin.

The fist wind broke through the cold qi and the sword blade, reaching Lin Feng's chest, seeing that it was about to be solid, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes, and several sword lights as thin as gossamers shot out.

This is a stunt that Lin Feng has practiced hard by combining the Frost Sword Martial Soul and the Star Sword Technique, turning the essence of the human body into sword qi and hiding it in his eyes, as long as he does not open his eyes and does not unload his essence, he can accumulate it all the time, and suddenly release it, attacking the enemy unprepared, and killing people invisibly.

If it was an ordinary person, in the face of this sudden attack, he would definitely be attacked, but Han Chuang had the ability to penetrate into the subtleties, and any wind and grass could not hide from his eyes, he already knew that there was an astonishing energy gathering in Lin Feng's closed eyes, and he was on guard when he approached.

On the side of the figure, the hairspring of the eye sword swept through the sideburns, cutting off a few strands of hair.

"How is this possible!" Lin Feng was shocked, his eyes showing shock.

Seeing Han Chuang leisurely walking through the sword net just now, he knew that he had to use this move, so he took the initiative to let go of his defense, and let Han Chuang approach, he pressed all his chips into the eye sword that he had painstakingly cultivated, and he didn't want to be dodged by Han Chuang lightly, as if he already knew that the eye sword existed.

Under the shaking of his mind, Lin Feng forgot to dodge, and still hit him in the chest by the King Kong fist fist.

"Flutter!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Lin Feng flew out upside down, the Frost Sword Phantom suddenly shattered, and he fell heavily under the ring, and at this moment, his eyes still revealed an incredible gaze.

"How is it possible, how did you do it. ”

"How the hell did you do that!"

Another mouthful of blood spit out, and under the double blow of body and mind, Lin Feng couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.

On the rostrum, Zhao Hanxiao glanced at Han Chuang deeply, and only felt that there seemed to be a suction vortex around the body of this boy without a martial soul, so that he couldn't leave his eyes.

"Fortunately, he doesn't have a martial soul, otherwise the Qingzhu Sect would have another boost. ”

Zhao Hanxiao did not forget the duty of notarization, he took a deep breath, calmed his throbbing heart, got up and announced loudly: "The second game of the semi-finals - Han Jia Han wins!"

In the Han family's camp, cheers like a landslide and tsunami sounded.

Zhao Hanxiao pressed his hands weakly, suppressed the cheers, and continued: "The decisive battle of the annual meeting will be Han Jia Han Chuang against Lin Jia Lin Jiangxue, tomorrow at noon, the decisive battle will officially begin, do you two have any objections?"

"Nope. Lin Jiangxue said.

"What about you?" Zhao Hanxiao looked at Han Chuang and asked.

"No, there isn't. Han Chuang replied with a smile, his gaze crossed the crowd and fell on Lin Jiangxue.

"I will definitely defeat you, Lin Jialin Jiangxue. Han Chuang silently clenched his fists under him, defeated Lin Jiangxue, and won the hegemony of Yunzhou for the Lin family, only in this way can Han Chuang truly fulfill his predecessor's last wish.