[The Son of Heaven is angry, talking and laughing and killing]

If you look at all things in the world from afar, the sun, moon and stars will enter your eyes, and the three talents of heaven and earth will have nothing to hide.

However, the use of "The Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" not only requires the control of martial arts theory, but also requires the user's mental calculation to be able to follow the use of martial arts.

Therefore, although Han Feng received the empowerment of the "Son of Heaven Hope Qi Technique", he was unable to exert the full power of the Son of Heaven Hope Qi Technique.

If there is no real dragon in the world, the skill of slaying the dragon is useless.

There is not enough pressure, even if you have "The Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", you can only look at Baoshan empty.

Finally...... This time, under Wang Boen's attack like a raging storm, Han Feng's consciousness was pushed to the extreme.

The Son of Heaven looked at the eyes of Qi, and under these eyes, Wang Boen's movements slowed down.

In these eyes, Wang Boen's tall body burned with a raging result, and the sharp aura of the knife in his hand flowed, and he slashed down with one sword, and the target was Han Feng's left shoulder.

The predictive speed of the Son of Heaven was finally able to keep up with Wang Boen's chopping speed, Han Feng's shoulders sank, his body was lower, and "Sword Hexagram in the Snow" finally had a chance to make a move.

The snow and the sword light is as bright as the night and night, and the blade is cold.

Wang Boen missed with a knife, and was approached by Han Feng, seeing the knife slicing towards his abdomen, the angry blood in his body surged, and he did not dodge or dodge, and resisted with his body.

Han Feng knew that this knife couldn't see this guy playing with his life, and he didn't plan to really take his life, so the blade converged by three points.

However...... This guy slammed into the blade like an armored train.

The blade entered the flesh, Han Feng felt that the situation was wrong, although this guy did not have horizontal martial arts under the hope of the Son of Heaven, but his flesh hardness was actually a few points harder than steel, coupled with the real air circulation in his body, it seemed that it was not a big problem to resist his own knife, but this guy rushed straight forward, using his body as a hammer, and he would inevitably be knocked away if he hit himself...... If this distance is pulled away again, this guy will inevitably start to make a circle again, and it will be difficult for him to get close again.

"Damn, you reckless ......"

Han Feng scolded in a low voice, and the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" was running at an extremely fast speed.

As the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" was developed little by little in this battle, Han Feng could intuitively feel that he was getting stronger little by little.

Finally, the Qi of the Son of Heaven reached a new height under pressure, and Han Feng finally had an epiphany at this critical juncture.

Facing Wang Byrne, who was about to collide, Han Feng held his left hand weakly, and Wang Byrne, who was charging angrily, suddenly stagnated, his angry state of mind seemed to have received some inexplicable impact, the red in his eyes faded slightly, and the whole person's expression was painful.

Han Feng took this opportunity to pull with his left hand, and the Cold Moon Treasure Knife against his lower abdomen cut a bloody mark, and his left hand was imprinted on his heart with flying purple petals.

With this palm Han Feng's move, he carried the "Zixia Divine Skill" running at full speed, and the whole person was purple, and his cheeks were purple.

The strong palm made Wang Bourne's whole person float in the air for a short time.

Just as he was in the air, Wang Boen's eyes returned to blood-red, and his anger grew again.

However, he was in a state of stagnation, and he couldn't use his strength, even if he was angry, he had nowhere to do it.

And at this time, Han Feng's left hand grabbed again.

"The Son of Heaven's Hope for Qi Technique" affects the opponent's temperament, and the ability to capture people's hearts and souls is once again brought into play.

Wang Boen only felt as if he had been sunk into water, suffocating and painful...... The source of the power of the Angry Blood Physique, the uncontrollable anger, was also restrained by the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique...... Anger doesn't arise......

Han Feng took this opportunity to catch up with another sword, for the super high defense of the angry blood physique, Han Feng's Cold Moon Treasure Knife could only pull out a blood line, but this one was enough to cause damage.

When Wang Byrne landed, the long-prepared "Iron Palm Flying Flower" hit Wang Bern's heart again...... Beat him to the air again......

Wang Bourne, who is in a floating state, has just gotten rid of ...... Han Feng's left hand grabbed again...... He was in a state of pain......

Floating ...... Middle Palm ...... Suffocate...... Float in the air again......

This set of moves was played out by Han Feng like a closed loop, and the moves made it difficult for Wang Boen to get rid of.

Under Han Feng's "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", Wang Boen's blood-red pupils became lighter and lighter, and the whole person gradually withdrew from the state of angry blood.

The people on the field watched Han Feng suddenly counterattack like a stroke of genius at the most critical moment, reversing the victory and defeat, and reversing the entire situation, and instantly became excited.

The fans of Han Zhijian, who died down, cheered again.

"Han Zhijian !!"

"Han Zhijian !!"

Han Feng made this routine of strong control and output meticulous, and the knife palm was linked, and the magic was subtle.

But Han Feng knew that this was not the end, according to the information he got from Uncle Chu, Wang Boen definitely had a set of clothes explosion skills at the bottom of the box.

Sure enough, the internal qi in Wang Boen's body, which was beaten to the air by Han Feng, suddenly condensed in the dantian, and under the blazing energy, the major acupoints around him began to gather strength.

At this moment, Han Feng, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his palm and slapped it at the position of Wang Boen's dantian.

The power of the flying flower palm hit Wang Boen's dantian with the influence of the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", and the internal strength that had just been accumulated was completely dispersed.

Wang Bohnden spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell on the white jade square.

Han Feng didn't continue the pursuit, retracted his momentum, stood silently, and secretly regained his breath.

The non-stop combo just now almost exhausted his internal qi.

Wang Boen got up from the ground, the blood-red aura in his eyes disappeared completely, and he returned to the gentle young man, and bowed his hand slightly to Han Feng: "Thank you Han Zhijian's men for showing mercy, otherwise my dantian iron will definitely be damaged with this move." ”

Han Feng smiled faintly:

"We're just learning martial arts, not fighting for life and death, you didn't kill me even in the violent state just now, how could I ignore the friendship of my fellow disciples?"

On the high platform in the north, seeing Han Feng winning, Nangong Lian began to roll call: "In the first game, Han Feng won with the sword, and in the second game, Bai Feihuang with the sword against Guo Qinhan." ”

Han Feng and Wang Boen bowed to each other, and Bai Feihuang, who was dressed in white robes and facing the wind, and Guo Qinhan, who had a calm face, stood in front of Shihuan Wanjian.

"Bai Zhijian, please. ”

Guo Lingzhi said. ”

There are many swords and fists.

......

It was night, thirty miles outside the Hanging Sword Division.

The stars are colorful, and the moonlight is hidden.

When the moon is bright, the stars are scarce, and when the stars are blazing, the moon is not visible.

Han Feng, who was wearing a cloak, had a cold temperament and walked on the barren mountain and lonely road.

Next to the dead wood, the crow was silent.

Stepping on the dead branches on the ground, the sound of breaking branches sounded.

Han Feng stopped, and now under a tree with a red rope tied,

A moment later, three black-cloaked men approached.

Han Feng looked at the three of them with his eyes under the cloak and asked, "Did you bring the things?"

The three of them didn't answer, and the person in the middle untied the package on his back, took out a jade box decorated with jewels, and slowly opened it.

Seventeen strange objects in the shape of pale red pearls lay quietly in the box.

Han Feng's pupils shrank, and he reached out to pick it up.

With a "snap", the cloaked man in front of him closed the jade box.

"Wait. ”