Chapter 214: The draw

"This Han Feng is worthy of being the 40th-ranked figure. He is much stronger than the average tenth-level master of the Martial King." Wang Teng forced his face and finally noticed the danger of the other party. He immediately took out the ancient sword of the falling dragon and shook the other party's long sword.

The knife weighs more than 1,600 kilograms. Han Feng immediately trembled and took several steps back...

Seeing this scene, a sound of gasping in the air sounded around him. In the eyes of many people, Han Feng was an out of reach. It was amazing to see with his own eyes that he was shocked and staggered back in the hands of a servant.

Han Feng's face looked solemn, his toes snatched, and his body floated forward. The sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically, launching a fierce attack again.

This time he relieved all the breath of his body, the air was surging and violently fluctuated. Each sword was strong and the wind was howling.

The sword technique he used was called "Storm Wind", which ranks at the peak of the fourth grade and is almost infinitely close to the fifth grade. But he saw the sword as strong as a rainbow and the wind and thunder were extremely terrifying.

"Dangdangdang!"

Wang Teng also had a high fighting spirit, using force to force strength, using violence to defeat violence, and using Qiankun sword technique to the extreme.

The sword in Han Feng's hand was personally refined by the treasure that the elder Nai Sheng dean personally rewarded was of extraordinary grade. Even under the powerful force of Wang Teng, it was still extremely strong.

However, his brows became deeper and deeper. He felt that the ancient sword in Wang Teng's hand was too strange. It looked mottled and ordinary, but its power was extremely heavy, like a mountain, simple and grand, blocking all his sword power.

"This young man is indeed extraordinary and cannot be taken lightly." Thinking of the 40th-ranked person in North Peak, he fought with a servant in full view of so many tricks but failed. Han Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment in his heart. At that moment, the sword pointed straight at the sky, and the sword light was lit up, shouting: "Duanshan Sky-Splitting Sword!"

"What is the Duanshan Sky-Splitting Sword?" Hearing this title, a large crowd of people were immediately frightened. This martial arts was only a little short of the fifth grade, and there were very few people in the entire North Peak who were qualified to learn.

Duan Hong, Shen Jianing, Wu Xiong, Jiang Ming and others were also full of envy. Knowing that this martial arts was, Han Feng was rewarded with outstanding performance in a mission. Even they were not qualified to contact him.

Wang Teng's eyes also narrowed. The world's martial arts are divided into nine grades. The fifth grade is an important watershed. It is a legend in China, and this is almost equivalent to a half-step fifth grade martial arts. He was a little surprised.

He felt a forceful sword energy locking him in every way. This feeling he had never felt in other martial arts.

"Junior brother, if you can take my move, I will be convinced by you." After using this martial arts, Han Feng's temperament changed drastically, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his loud shout was like thunder rolling, spreading all directions, and it lasted for a long time.

Finally, his sword slashed down, and among the many horrifying eyes, he saw a sword light that was twenty or thirty meters long, instantly forming, like a large light pillar pressing down.

Wang Teng felt that before the sword energy was completely suppressed, an invisible pressure was coming like a mountain, causing his feet to sink into the solid rocks.

He licked his lips, but a high sense of fighting spirit was skimmed in his eyes. This was the first real opponent he met after he arrived at the Holy Academy. He was not afraid at all, but the blood in his body became hot.

"Destroy the sword intent, destroy the character "Destroy the Sword", kill!" Finally, Wang Teng shouted loudly, and rotated the ancient sword, and the blade was immediately covered with a layer of mysterious power and met.

This is the "meaning" in the best martial arts. Only a truly peerless strong man can understand it. Although he only understands the basics, even when facing the fifth-grade martial arts, he is not inferior.

Rumble!

A burst of light burst out. The terrifying ripples of energy continued to spread. This remote and narrow mountain road immediately rioted, collapsed in troubled times, smoke and dust rose, and scattered trees shattered one after another.

Many people were shaking, unsteady, and the harsh explosion buzzed, which made them feel uncomfortable and dizzy.

After a long time, it gradually calmed down. The people who watched it were still scared and breathed a sigh of relief before they came to their senses.

"What's the result?" A curious gaze immediately gathered in the field. Everyone wanted to see who could laugh to the end with such a shocking blow.

And the moment they looked at them, they saw potholes, thick cracks everywhere, and black smoke was emitted, covering hundreds of meters in a radius, which was devastated and ruined.

"Is this...the destructive power they caused?" Many people sucked in cold air and their scalp became numb.

Ahem...

A cough suddenly came from the quiet field. Everyone looked over and saw the smoke and dust in front of them dissipating, and there were two figures in the field.

One of them was covering his chest and coughing weakly. He had silver hair and was extremely heroic, and it was Han Feng! But now he was disheveled, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and even half-kneeled on the ground, very embarrassed.

Another person quickly turned his gaze to the other side, but saw that Wang Teng was pale and gasping, but he consumed a lot of fighting power, and he was still upright. It was obvious that it was more than Han Feng's situation!

"The little servant actually gained the upper hand?" Many people were stunned when they saw this scene.

"How is this... possible..." Duan Hong, Wu Xiong, Jiang Ming and others were shocked immediately. Han Feng was the senior brother who even they could only look up to. How could he lose after using the fifth-grade martial arts?

"He... is so powerful." The slender hand couldn't help but cover his red lips, and Shen Jianing was also dumbfounded.

At this point, she finally understood that she had completely underestimated this young man who looked slightly ordinary. If he had burst out with such strength at the beginning, wouldn't they have not been...

Thinking of this, a cold air rose from her back for no reason. If she had thought she was just careless and suffered losses in Wang Teng's hands, then now she would have truly realized the huge gap.

At this point, she looked at Wang Teng without any dissatisfaction, and replaced by a strong look of fear.

A touch of horror at his talent also arose in his heart.

With her eyesight, it can naturally be seen that Wang Teng's bone age is indeed a teenager, not some powerful and skilled person. And a person who is just eighteen or nineteen years old is even better than those of them who have practiced for decades. If they are geniuses, then wouldn't the other party be the real monster?

She and Duan Hong, Wu Xiong, and Jiang Ming looked at each other. They couldn't help but have an idea. With such a terrible talent, I'm afraid that only Lingling, the "little devil" in the entire Beifeng can match.

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Chapter completed!