Han Fei's fingers were tied, his internal force was circulating, and his sword finger was wrapped around the aura! Both of them had a flash of sword light!
Han Fei smiled and said, "It's better not to say anything about Fengtou, my name is Han Fei!"
"Han Fei!" Ye Zhengxuan was shocked: "Three years ago, the first person in the outer sect, and the legendary senior brother Han Fei and Han who is already a true disciple?"
"Forehead……"
Han Fei was a little confused for a moment. How did Ye Zhengxuan know about these things?
Although for monks, four or five years is just a blink of an eye. For outer disciples, four years is too long. When Jiang Henian stayed in the outer sect for a few more years, all the outer disciples felt that Jiang Henian stayed in the outer sect for too long. This is the reason. A few years are enough to make them forget many names that had been turbulent.
Ye Zhengxuan looked shocked when he saw Han Fei and was about to speak, but Zhang Zhaozhong would not continue to remain silent.
He had already remembered Han Fei's face at this time.
"I said who it is? It turned out to be an ant who was almost dead three years ago. Now he dares to appear in front of me! It seems that the impression I had given you three years ago was not deep enough!"
Zhang Zhaozhong's face was ferocious, and the light emitted by the rise and fall of the people made his cheeks blue.
"Zhang Zhaozhong, you really disappointed me. Three years ago you treated me like an ant. Three years later, I am you as nothing. Otherwise, you would have died outside this Qin Emperor's Mausoleum!"
Han Fei glanced at Zhang Zhaozhong indifferently and said slowly.
"Outside the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum...you took action!!!"
Zhang Zhaozhong's face suddenly changed. The invisible but irresistible sword intent outside the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum had a deeper impression on him.
"I'm not completely stupid!" Han Fei said lightly: "With your cultivation level, what kind of ability do you have to fight with me at this point?"
"Do you think that just a few words of vernacular can make me leave here? Three years ago, you were just a small ant who had just entered the monk. Three years later, I will be able to achieve my three-yuan Xuanshen realm. Isn't it your opponent?"
Zhang Zhaozhong didn't believe it, and shouted coldly. The record of the people in his hand suddenly appeared. In an instant, dense handwriting appeared in front of him, circling around him.
These words have everything, such as killing, life, death, destruction, extermination, control, protection, breaking, water... and so on. Each word represents a will and a kind of power. These words exude an unprecedented strong aura, hovering around Zhang Zhaozhong's body. For a moment, his junior brothers were pushed out by this force!
"Great success?" Han Fei asked Ye Zhengxuan to stand behind him and said lightly: "You dare to say anything in this world, but you dare not say great success! No one in this world dares to say great success. Just because the world has no limit. Since there is no limit, how can you talk about great success? The soul is unfathomable, the spirit is immeasurable, and the cultivation is not great success! You talk about great success, which shows that your realm in this life is nothing more than that."
A green sword intent hovered at Han Fei's fingertips, wrapping between his fingers, as if it was the softness of his fingers, which contained a strong artistic conception of immortality and endless life. Ye Zhengxuan behind him saw the green sword intent and suddenly realized where what he had experienced just now, what he had realized at that moment.
It comes from this sword!
What kind of sword technique is this sword?
While Ye Zhengxuan was guessing in his heart, he couldn't help but develop a yearning.
Zhang Zhaozhong sneered at Han Fei's words: "You can't measure yourself, but you think that people in the world cannot measure it? Underestimate the wisdom of mortals, do you think you are a god? There is no god between heaven and earth!"
His hands spread out, his hair and beards were spreading, his long black hair flew behind his head, and his black hair drifted with the wind. His hands quickly made seals, and each mark represented a means of communication. This is the unique technique of the Cangsheng Sect. In the Cangsheng Sect, beginners must release a mark when learning a mark because they cannot control the power in the mark.
But Zhang Zhaozhong is obviously one of the masters. He has one mark and another knot, but they have merged all of these marks together so that they will not burst out immediately, but accumulate them together and explode at the same time.
Judging from the words circling around his body, once the power of these words explodes, it will inevitably be a force of the collapse of the sky and the earth.
Han Fei turned a blind eye to this. Since entering the Three Yuan Xuanshen Realm, his understanding of the realm has made Han Fei's sword technique more diligent. The intent of spring in his hand lingered endlessly, and he said calmly, "There is no god or demon in the world, I only look at the original heart! Unfortunately, Zhang Zhaozhong, although you said this, you only know the truth, not the reason, so you can only stop here!"
"You're just trying to show off your verbal advantage, and you're the only one!"
When Zhang Zhaozhong said this, his face was all blue, which was a sign of excessive capacity. Although he kept saying things he looked down on Han Fei, in fact he knew very well that this ant back then had become an unimaginable powerful opponent.
Therefore, he used his most powerful and powerful power.
The power that has been accumulating until now finally explodes!
He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand. All the words in his body were integrated into his fingers. A little starlight burst out from his fingertips! He floated forward swayingly, but the space completely condensed in an instant! An invisible force blocked everything around him!
"The people are rising and falling! It's really extraordinary!"
After seeing this attack, Han Fei just sighed softly, then stretched out his hand, and the long-simmering sword intent of Spring was finally hit by him.
A green light flashed, and the faint light seemed to be the tender buds just emitted by spring, petite, tender, but full of infinite vitality.
In that imprisoned space, this green bud is constantly rushing forward with a fearless spirit.
And the sword intent also broke through the obstacles!
Finally, the green light and the black star light collided together, and then...annihilated!
Strictly speaking, it gives people the feeling of a burning flame that was splashed with water.
Zhang Zhaozhong spent a long time and used all his strength to create the starlight, which was directly annihilated by this sword intent, without any warning, without any resistance, without any struggle...
Zhang Zhaozhong was stunned, his junior brothers were stunned, and Ye Zhengxuan was also stunned. Only Han Fei still remembered that he had a job but had not finished it, so when his fingers moved, the sword of spring was about to hit Zhang Zhaozhong's neck, he heard a quiet voice saying: "So, you are all..."