Zhao Yuhan walked over with a cold face, holding a long sword in his hand, flashing with cold light, colder than her eyes.

She seems very confident, this year, she has been fully cultivated by the deputy master of the Sword Gate, coupled with her qualifications, she has already surpassed the original lot.

She believes that this time, she will definitely be able to defeat Wang Feng and wash away the shame at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuhan's eyes were cold, and he immediately pulled out his long sword, and between the sword light, there was a whistling sound, which was a little harsh.

"Huh!"

A sharp sword burst out in an instant.

That peerless edge, tearing through the sky, breaking through the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

"Lightning Drawing Sword Technique!" Yin Li showed a slight look of surprise.

Lightning Drawing Sword Drawing is the pinnacle of sword drawing techniques, and few people can learn it, because in order to comprehend this sword drawing technique, you must have extremely high talent and comprehension.

"The talent is very high, worthy of being the son of heaven!" Mr. Nine, who was dressed in a gray robe, also nodded in praise.

Zhao Feiyun suddenly smiled proudly: "Senior Sister Yuhan's talent is the strongest in our Sword Sect generation, as long as she is given time, it won't be long before she can surpass me, and even become the strongest true disciple in the future." ”

"This sword is as fast as lightning, I'm afraid this newcomer from the Shenwu Sect won't be able to catch it. Zhang Lin Senran, who was next to Yin Li, said with a smile.

However, in the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

At the same time, Zhao Feiyun also froze his smile, and he looked ahead in disbelief.

Yin Li, Mr. Jiu, and Shi Jie also shrank their pupils and gasped. His face was full of shock.

"Boom!"

I saw Wang Feng carrying one hand behind him, his eyes burst out, and his other hand quickly stretched out. It was faster than a sword stabbed by Zhao Yuhan, and it instantly caught her sword body, so that this long sword could no longer advance.

"What!" Zhao Yuhan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked at Yiqiqi in front of her in disbelief, her invincible lightning sword drawing technique was actually caught by Wang Feng's two fingers.

This terrifying strength suddenly made Zhao Yuhan's face full of horror. The heart is overturned.

"Zhao Yuhan, do you think that this year, only you are improving?"

"You're ridiculous. When you are improving, you don't know that you have been left behind by me, and you are no longer qualified to be my opponent. ”

"You're just an ant in front of me now. Vulnerable. ”

Wang Feng said coldly.

His fingers suddenly turned black. Powerful power erupted, shattering the long sword to pieces in an instant. Those fragments also burst towards Zhao Yuhan.

"Poof!"

Zhao Yuhan spurted blood and flew out, the clothes on his body were torn by those fragments, and his white skin was suddenly covered with blood marks, looking extremely miserable.

Her eyes were full of despair, and her heart was full of unwillingness.

Not long since. She was a genius on the first day of the Han Kingdom, and was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of the Sword Gate. He is a man of the hour in the Han Kingdom.

And at that time, Wang Feng was just a waste, a waste with a waste martial spirit.

How can such a waste be worthy of himself?

Zhao Yuhan thinks that he is the first talent, and sooner or later he will enter the Immortal Dao Holy Land to cultivate, even if he wants to find a partner, he must be a genius of the Immortal Dao Holy Land to be worthy of himself.

Is there something wrong with that?

But the waste that she didn't care about was getting stronger and stronger year by year, and finally defeated her in the joint competition.

Now, this waste is far beyond her, which makes her completely desperate.

She knew that no matter how talented she was, she would never be able to catch up with this person.

"Yuhan!" Zhao Feiyun was shocked and angry, caught Zhao Yuhan, and a long sword flew out from his back, exuding a blazing light, and shot towards Wang Feng.

Sword Gate's Imperial Sword Technique!

Killing people thousands of miles away, the dazzling sword light lit up the entire sky, and countless sharp sword qi tore through the air, enveloping Wang Feng's entire person.

Not far away, Yin Li and Shi Jie both showed dignified expressions.

As the first person among the disciples of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, no one dares to underestimate Zhao Feiyun's strength, as long as he has gathered the heavenly and earthly treasures of cultivating the third lower grade supernatural power, he will be able to advance to the True Spirit Realm immediately.

Moreover, the attack power of sword cultivation was already very powerful, not to mention Zhao Feiyun.

Even Wang Feng had to admit that this Zhao Feiyun's strength was still above Huang Tianhua, and he immediately raised his strength again, urged the Divine Power Seed, cast the Flame Palm, and greeted him.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Wang Feng's whole person was wrapped in scorching flames, and that fiery red giant palm suppressed the void, with a terrifying and peerless power, destroying those sword qi like decay.

Even Zhao Feiyun's long sword was blasted to pieces.

"What!"

Not far away, a group of people suddenly exclaimed.

Zhao Feiyun's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Flame Palm...... Medium-grade supernatural powers!" Shi Jie's eyes burst out, and he was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that Wang Feng would be the same as him, he had also learned medium-grade supernatural powers, and he was still in the second-layer realm of supernatural powers.

"I didn't expect this kid to have such strength. Mr. Nine's eyes became slightly solemn.

"This time I really looked away, this year's Shenwumen Inner Gate Competition, I'm afraid this kid won the first place. Said in a gloomy voice.

Zhang Lin on the side was already stunned and speechless.

Zhao Yuhan, who was held in Zhao Feiyun's arms, was stunned, and she realized that Wang Feng's strength had already reached this point.

"Wang Feng, I didn't expect Zhao to look away, no wonder Huang Tianhua was standing behind you at that time, you are the first place in this Inner Gate Competition of Shenwu Gate. Zhao Feiyun said with a gloomy face.

Suddenly, a person who he regarded as an ant turned into a giant and could fight against him, which made him very uncomfortable and felt very unhappy in his heart.

"Well, it's too late to know. I'm not afraid to sue you, Lin Zhihong was killed by me. Wang Feng sneered.

"What! You dare to kill Senior Brother Lin!" Zhao Feiyun heard this, his pupils shrank. Immediately burst out two sharp cold lights.

He finally understood why Lin Zhihong hadn't come to join them until now, it turned out that he had been killed by Wang Feng a long time ago, which really made him angry.

"So, our Rakshasa Sect's Zhanfei junior brother was also killed by you?" Yin Li's eyes widened at this time, and he shouted coldly.

Wang Feng didn't deny it, and said lightly: "Yes, I killed both of them." Who let them have bad luck and met me. ”

"Look for death!" Zhao Feiyun was furious and put down Zhao Yuhan. Unleashed his magical powers and blasted towards Wang Feng.

"How daring!" Yin Li smiled coldly, and he also followed, the pitch-black palm. Streams of black gas diffused. Spread around, shrouding towards Wang Feng.

"Yin Li, what are you doing!" Zhao Feiyun was suddenly furious, he immediately retreated, and hugged Zhao Yuhan and withdrew far away.

Shi Jie and Mr. Nine also stepped back.

Because the gloomy poisonous mist is indistinguishable from the enemy, whoever touches it will be hit, and they dare not be careless.

"This man killed our disciple of the Rakshasa Sect, and I will kill him with my own hands. No, I'm going to make him worse than dead. Yin Li said coldly.

He was like a demon god who had come out of the black demonic fog. Between the swings of his palms, one after another black poisonous dragons blasted towards Wang Feng.

"Senior Brother Wang, be careful of his poisonous mist!" Sun Yun yelled not far behind.

"Boy, you better save your own life first!" Zhang Lin sneered and flew over, attacking towards Sun Yun, which was also filled with black mist, but it was much worse than the power of Yin Qiang.

Sun Yun's face was pale, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, so he had to concentrate on facing the enemy.

His strength is not weak, and he can deal with a Zhang Lin, although he doesn't dare to say that he can win lightly, but it is enough to protect himself.

What he is worried about now is whether Shi Jie, Zhao Feiyun, Mr. Jiu and others will make a move, because the strength of these people is not under Huang Tianhua, once they join forces, he is very worried that Wang Feng may not be able to resist.

Once Wang Feng is defeated, he will also be defeated.

The Sword Sect and the Rakshasa Sect would not let go of their disciples of the Divine Martial Sect.

What's more, Wang Feng also killed their junior brother.

This feud has already been settled.

"Boom!" In mid-air, Wang Feng heard Sun Yun's reminder, but instead of being afraid, he stepped forward and rushed into the black poisonous mist, and unleashed a flaming palm, blasting towards Yin.

"Poof!" Yin Li suddenly spurted blood, although he was strong, he couldn't resist the power of the Flame Palm.

However, he didn't care, but looked at Wang Feng who came out of the poisonous fog with a sneer, and said with a smile: "You dare to break into my poisonous fog, you are simply looking for death, and now no one can save you......"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Wang Feng unleash his flaming palm again, coming towards him to suppress him.

"How is it possible?" Yin Li's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of disbelief, "You are obviously poisoned, why can you still use True Yuan?"

"Poof!"

Yin fiercely resisted in horror, but he was still blasted out by the flaming palm, blood sprayed wildly, and his face turned pale.

That kind of powerful power made him hit hard again.

"This can't be!" yelled in a panic.

His heart was full of horror, because Wang Feng's strength had not dropped a little bit at all, which was completely unreasonable, it was like not being poisoned.

However, his kind of poisonous mist, even if he is a powerhouse in the True Spirit Realm, he does not dare to touch it at will, otherwise he will not be able to use the True Yuan, and at worst, his life will be in danger.

Not far away, Shi Jie, Mr. Jiu, and Zhao Feiyun were also shocked.

"Ah...... How is it possible!" Zhang Lin, who was fighting with Sun Yun, was also full of shock, he hurriedly left Sun Yun and prepared to retreat.

Jokes, even Yin Li has been defeated, and he is still here, isn't he looking for death?

However, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his retreat.

It's Wang Feng!

"Since you're here, then don't go back, go down to see your junior brother Zhanfei!" Wang Feng smiled coldly, and a flaming palm slammed down mercilessly.

"Big brother...... Help me!" Zhang Lin yelled at Yin Li not far away.

However, Yin Li just looked at it coldly and did not come to the rescue, which made Zhang Lin's eyes full of resentment, and his heart fell into despair. (To be continued......)