White Jade Square is laid out.

Thousands of guards surrounded the surroundings, Shihuan ten thousand swords inserted into the tower, and the heads of the hundred factions sat and watched.

Guan Peng slashed over, there was no extra blade, just a display of pure strength and speed.

The blade was cold, and it slashed straight at Han Feng's neck.

Han Feng faced the enemy in response, and the force field of the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" enveloped the entire White Jade Square, and the surrounding heaven and earth qi suddenly came into his heart.

The sharp knife caused Han Feng's inner warning, and he withdrew three steps in a row, dodging Guan Peng's fast knife technique.

Guan Peng's blade rubbed a line of sparks on the ground, and he kept chasing after Han Feng in one step.

Han Feng faced Guan Peng's successive killing moves, pulling out a flaw from his sword qi machine, and staggered past Guan Peng's sword light.

The purple flying flower palm force hit Guan Peng's lower abdomen, knocking him three feet away.

Purple petals flying.

Guan Peng was repelled by the force of his palm, staggered backwards, and the long knife dragged the ground and burst out a string of sparks to stabilize his body.

Han Feng shook his palm, pulled out the Cold Moon Treasure Knife in his hand, and looked at Guan Peng seriously: "Hey, look, aren't we just touching on the [Fengyun Dou]?"

Guan Peng grinned, his whole person exuded an extremely violent aura, the invisible sword qi spread, and he stood up straight: "Ha, you really didn't disappoint me, today I will use you to hone my sword path cultivation." ”

The words fell, and Guan Peng's knife shot again.

The energy of Han Feng's "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" enveloped the audience, mastering all of Guan Peng's sword moves in subtle consciousness.

The black-robed swordsman's knife moves did not have any wild sword light or aura, but none of the swings were the purest and ultimate slashing and slashing, pursuing the ultimate speed and sharpness.

Han Feng used "The Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" to peek through Guan Peng's knife path, as if he was doing a question with the answer, and the response to each move was understated, without pyrotechnics, but it was able to force Guan Peng to make it difficult to exert his six successes in a fast knife technique.

"What kind of martial arts are you?"

Guan Peng stubbornly held the Cold Moon Treasure Knife 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 fall of the leaves, and couldn't help but secretly marvel at Han Feng's ability to predict the future.

"It's the kung fu to defeat the enemy!"

Han Feng raised his hand and slashed the knife, opening the saber that had several gaps in Guan Peng's hand from the bottom up, and then slashed at Guan Peng's chest.

The black-robed swordsman could only retreat again and again.

The people of the Hanging Sword Division in the audience watched Han Feng suppress Guan Peng with a relaxed and freehand attitude, and they were all excited.

"Han Zhijian!!"

"Come on Han Zhijian!!"

The crowd cheered.

Guo Qinhan and several people stood side by side, watching Han Feng's battle, and opened their mouths to analyze.

Gu Yunzhou watched Han Feng almost suppress Guan Peng's fighting, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "When did Han Feng's sword technique become so exquisite? ”

"It's really surprising, Xiao Han's progress speed is indeed extremely impressive, when he first entered the Hanging Sword Division, he was just a very ordinary cultivation of a nine-rank martial artist, and he improved by leaps and bounds when he came back from Qishan, and after returning from Yanhua City this time, his sword skills have reached a new level. ”

Guo Qinhan looked at Han Feng's figure of swinging his knife forward, and said expressionlessly.

Mo Shanbei rarely didn't sleep, but participated in everyone's discussion: "His sword technique can't see any trajectory, he doesn't know what sect he comes from, but he has his own system, and his sense of battle is even stronger as if he can predict the other party's mind, and no one will be his opponent within the eight grades." ”

"That's not it, that's not to see who he is!"

Lao Bai, who had joined the Hanging Sword Division, held his hands with a proud expression.

"Who is he?" Zhang Lie asked.

This question asked Lao Bai, and he didn't know how to answer: "He...... Is that...... Is that...... He's my savior!"

"Cut ......" Mo Shanbei glanced at Lao Bai disdainfully, obviously not very fond of this newcomer, who was not bad at martial arts, but was timid and unreliable in speaking.

Only Meng Yuqi and Luo Yingrou only had endless admiration for Han Feng.

Meng Yuqi's eyes lit up, looked at Han Feng's dancing knife figure, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Han Feng is so powerful, he can beat anyone he meets!"

Luo Yingrou nodded heavily on the side:

"Yes!"

Guo Qinhan glanced at the two girls complicatedly, not knowing what to do with the two fanatics.

On the high platform in the north, the heads of the hundred factions observed, and they had their own remarks about the martial arts 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......

The imperial court member Bo Fengxi's figure slightly tilted towards Jun Huai, and said, "Lord Jun, this Han Feng Han holds the sword, it should be the young Siwei who used the power of adults to fight against the evil god and the lifeless mother in Yanhua City, right?"

Jun Huaixu didn't have much expression on his face, and nodded lightly: "Yes, in the battle of Yanhua City, it was Han Feng who used the power of the [Future Mirror] to drive away the phantom of the evil god. ”

"It's really a hero out of a young man, and the Hanging Sword Division has produced talents from generation to generation, which is the blessing of the Hanging Sword Division, the blessing of the court, and the blessing of the saints. ”

Bo Fengxi seemed to be complimenting, and it seemed to be tempting.

Jun Huai did not squint, took in the scene in his eyes, and continued to answer indifferently: "It is also a blessing in the world." ”

"Haha, yes, yes, it's also a blessing in the world. Look, this battle should be won by Han Zhijian, right?"

Jun Huaixu shook his head: "Before the result appeared, everything was undecided. ”

Bo Fengxi followed Jun Huai's empty gaze and looked at the battle on the white jade square.

The tide of the war changed abruptly.

Han Feng waved his knife in his hand, and with the blessing of [Hu Fei's Sword Talent], even ordinary knife moves could show different subtle changes.

Coupled with the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", which is like a predictive ability, Guan Peng has no power to fight back.

But Guan Peng was a seventh-rank martial artist after all, and he was forced by Han Feng to retreat for an unknown number of steps in a row after being forced by Han Feng to retreat for an unknown number of steps, and finally couldn't bear such a retreat anymore.

Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed Han Feng's wrist back.

Han Feng had already predicted Guan Peng's movements through the qi in Guan Peng's body, opened his hands, took a step back, and then stabbed Guan Peng in the chest.

But he didn't expect Guan Peng's move to be desperate, catching Han Feng's blade with his chest, holding the back of Leng Yuebao's knife with his left hand, and slashing at Han Feng's neck with his right hand.

This change came too quickly, although Han Feng was able to predict it before the change, he didn't have time to react, and in an instant, the Cold Moon Treasure Knife had been controlled by Guan Peng with his body.

Faced with a fatal knife, Han Feng had no choice but to abandon the knife and retreat.

Seeing Han Feng retreating, Guan Peng threw the Cold Moon Treasure Knife in his hand to the ground, raised the knife and rushed up, hitting Han Feng with a quick knife, piercing Han Feng's lower abdomen.

Han Feng retreated step by step, and Guan Peng pressed again and again.

"You're good, but you're not as good as I thought!"

After listening to Guan Peng's words, Han Feng, who was retreating, raised his head with a different expression:

"Are you sure?"