Chapter 115: A shocking sword

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Brother Master, the two of Chu Tian walked down the platform in front of everyone's eyes and sat aside.
The actions of the two made the dean and the masters frown slightly. Could it be said that only one person from the Yuanyuan sent three people to fight?
Xing Yuan said: "Yi Qing, are your disciples unwilling to fight?"
Master Yiqing walked back to his seat, and Shi Shiran sat down, said indifferently: "It's not unwilling, but unnecessary. You send five people, we send three people. Three wins in five games."
As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar.
Xing Yuan said coldly: "Arrogant."
Flower language, Tian Buqing and others are also black-faced. Yiyuanyuan dared to despise them so much, they really went into the pit with lanterns to find death.
Below, all the students from Yinyang Institute also shouted loudly.
"Yiyuan Yuan's garbage, you are ready to lose all three games."
"Huh, I am afraid to be embarrassed and only send three people. When we are blind, can't you see your guilty conscience?"
"Brother Leng Han, Brother Huayu, come on, kill this bunch of Yuanyuan garbage."
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The students in Yin-Yang Academy were filled with indignation, and they meant to go to the stage to beat Lu Fan and others.
Han Feng smiled at them and said, "A bunch of idiots, they will shut up later. Brother Lu Fan and Brother Chu Xing, let me come to the first game. His ancestor board is finally available. Prefecture-level martial arts, I want to refresh first. Do n’t stop me. "
Han Feng stepped out and said.
Lu Fan and Chu Xing smiled at each other, well, let Han Feng come to the first game.
It seems that he has been holding back for a long time, and is about to hold back his problems. Let him be refreshed, and by the way, let the group of people in Yin-Yang Temple stop for a while, so shouting, it is really noisy.
Han Feng took out his Bishui Changtian Sword, and the long sword swept away, and a rugged spirit cut across the bluestone on the ground.
"Who will play with Uncle Ben."
The expression on his face was arrogant, disdainful, and contemptuous. Han Feng can't wait to use his nostrils to aim at Xingyuan and others.
Huayu couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "I'm coming. Don't stop me."
Master Xingyuan nodded, and the strength of Huayu was pretty good. The cultivation of Neigang's pinnacle, killing this stinky guy, was definitely not a problem.
The body was released with vigour, and a long knife condensed on Huayu's hand.
Ning Jin Cheng Bing, even if it is not the practice of the outside Gang, is not far away.
The white long knife pointed to Han Feng's face, and said, "Boy, if you don't interrupt your bones today, it won't be finished."
Han Feng laughed, the laughter was harsh and unpleasant. Make Huayu's face darker.
The Bishui Changtianjian was inserted into the ground by him.
With one hand on his hips, Han Feng pointed to the nose of the words and said, "Come, let me see your strength. As long as you can touch me today, you will be considered a winner!"
The flower language was completely irritated. The soles of the foot stepped heavily on the ground. The gravel flew, and the whole person killed Han Feng like an arrow from the string.
"Stop it, cut the wind knife!"
The long sword came out, and the gust of wind rose. Han Feng's hair fluttered.
"A lot of wind!"
Han Feng was still standing there motionless. The students in the Yinyang Institute below widened their eyes and smiled at the corners of their mouths.
This idiot, dare to take the skill of Brother Huayu, he is dead!
A blade of wind was condensed on the knife of Huayu. When the long knife killed Han Feng, and suddenly only two steps away from Han Feng, the wind suddenly stopped.
Hua Yu's eyes widened, and for some reason, he only felt his knife cut in an invisible airflow.
Han Feng's eyes suddenly turned golden, and a roar of dragon roared around him.
Brother Han Feng let go and released behind him, slowly condensing into a five-clawed golden dragon.
Although Jinlong is light, it looks very vague. But Long Wei is quite impressive.
"Longyang Refinement!"
Lu Fan remembered. While he was practicing the tower, he helped Brother Han Feng get a spiritual high-level martial art. Now Brother Han Feng uses that martial art.
I have to say, it looks amazing.
"Protection Dragon Gang!"
Han Feng sipped lightly, and Huayu only felt a tyrannical force pushing him away.
With three consecutive steps back, Huayu's face changed dramatically.
Damn, this guy's strength is not weaker than him at all!
Han Feng's unfolding body also rushed to the peak of Neigang.
Lu Fan smiled slightly, only a few months later, Brother Han Feng made great progress!
The master said: "The effect of the special training is out. Although Han Feng is lazy, the effect is still good.
Chu Tian said: "Well, I can strengthen his training more in the future. His potential is not small."
The next Master Daoguang nodded slightly, and the three laughed at the same time.
If Han Feng knew that his performance had already won special training for himself in the future, he wondered whether he would cry or laugh.
But now, Han Feng is in excitement.
With the palm of his hand, Bishui Changtian Jian flew up suddenly, and began to hover over his head.
With this move, you can see his level.
Master Xuanyuan's face changed wildly, is that a trick?
Impossible. What kind of tricks can Yiyuanyuan have to practice? That's prefecture-level martial arts!
"Awe-inspiring, destroying the earth, the devil cuts!"
Han Feng pointed out with one hand that the Bishui Changtianjian disappeared instantly.
At the next moment, a roar suddenly sounded, and countless sword qi enveloped the entire platform.
Everyone's sight was obscured, and only countless horrible sword lights could be seen.
All the students watching below were forced to retreat one after another. In the terrible sword light, only Han Feng's solemn expression and chic posture could be seen.
Sword qi out, the world is destroyed.
In the end, all the sword lights exploded.
In Jianguang, Huayu flew out directly and fell from the platform.
How many martial arts he has, and the cultivation of the peak of Neigang. Under Han Feng's move, he seemed so vulnerable.
For a time, even the elite disciples of other students were horrified.
Even if they are, whether they can be intact under this trick do not know.
Yan Qing was dumbfounded and murmured: "Is this a student of Yiyuan Academy?"
He couldn't believe it. Why did Yiyuanyuan have such terrible martial arts skills. Even he felt the threat.
Jian Qi slowly disappeared, Bishui Changtian Jian returned to Han Feng's hands.
"Shuang, I haven't played so cool in a long time!"
Han Feng wiped his hair, his head could be broken, blood could bleed, and his hairstyle could not be messed up.
This trick is estimated to be able to hook up with girls.
Looking at the audience, all the female students looked at him in horror, but no one showed admiration.
Alas, it still seems a bit unworkable.
Han Feng thought for a while and estimated that the posture was not handsome enough to go back to study.
Huayu was spitting blood, and the whole body was covered with a terrible sword wound.
Several mentors hurried forward to heal the injury of Huayu, they looked at Han Feng's face again, and it had completely changed.