Seeing Murong Cheng's ugly face, Han Feng put the three-leaf green zhi in his bag and smiled calmly in front of him.
"Senior Brother Murong is really generous. I accept this three-leaf green zhi with a smile."
Seeing this, the expression on Murong Cheng's face gradually returned to calm, and he looked at Han Fengdao.
"It seems that I still underestimated Junior Brother Han's ability. I heard that you are the new star among the freshmen in this class?"
"Haha... I don't dare take it seriously." Han Feng waved his hand casually.
Murong Cheng sneered.
"Eh... There are no empty warriors under such a great reputation. It just so happens that even among the junior disciples, it is difficult for me to find an opponent.
It's rare to meet a young hero like Junior Brother Han. How about we take this opportunity to compare notes? "
At this moment, the two people's eyes met, with smiles on each other's faces.
But everyone present could feel a sense of depression that "a storm is coming".
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have two soaring energies, fighting fiercely in the air!
This is a battle of auras between the strongest junior disciple and the new king of this year.
The two of them stared at each other for a few breaths, and a light flashed in each other's eyes at the same time.
The next moment, the two men suddenly rose up and rushed towards each other!
"Then please ask senior brother for advice!"
"Junior brother, don't be humble, we are all under our command!"
The speed of the two people surged to the extreme in an instant. The moment before they met, they simultaneously inserted the weapons in their hands into the ground beside them.
Immediately, the two of them were fighting head-on with fists and feet.
"Boom boom boom...!"
The two fists and feet clashed, and a series of heart-rending roars instantly erupted.
Moreover, the speed of the two was so fast that most people could only vaguely see two phantoms colliding at extremely high speeds.
Seeing this scene, inside the formation, Lu Yun'er's expression faded, and she looked at the battlefield between the two with interest.
"This kid actually dares to fight Murong Cheng. He is considered a man, but I don't know if he is that guy's opponent."
Nangong Qi also stared at the battle between the two and analyzed calmly.
"Murong Cheng's strength is indeed strong, and the two of us are no match for him, so his chances of winning are naturally greater.
However, this Han Feng is definitely not an ordinary person, and he may have more powerful methods, which is unknown. "
In just a few moments, the two of them had faced each other hundreds of times.
"Bang bang...!"
With two loud muffled sounds, the two punched each other in the chest at the same time.
The two figures staggered backward at the same time. Han Feng took three steps back, while Murong Cheng took five steps back.
However, there was no joy at all on Han Feng's face, and instead there was a solemn look in his eyes.
You must know that he has practiced body training. Murong Cheng was able to withstand the power of his own body. He was only slightly inferior in strength, which showed how solid the opponent's foundation was.
After taking a step to stabilize his body, Murong Cheng also looked at Han Feng in surprise and praised.
"Junior brother's physique is tough and his energy and blood are strong. He is extraordinary. But I don't know how good his skills are?"
After saying that, Murong Cheng directly stretched out his palm from the air, and struck Han Feng head-on with powerful spiritual palm prints!
Han Feng's expression condensed, his spiritual power and qi and blood circulated at the same time, his fists were shrouded in red light, and he punched head-on.
"Boom boom...!"
Balls of light exploded in front of Han Feng, and Murong Cheng's palm force was blocked by him with both fists.
In response to this, Murong Cheng just curled his lips and secretly improved his skills. His palm power continued like a surging tide.
But Han Feng stood as tall as a rock, punching out at high speeds, his body unmoving.
Until Murong Cheng's palm power almost turned into a silver-white torrent, with bursts of green light, Han Feng's figure finally began to waver.
This Murong Cheng actually has a powerful cultivation level of Chen level five-star, and also has a third-grade wind spirit vein.
At this moment, his palm power has not only increased several times, but there is also a violent wind attribute breath in it.
Even though Han Feng's Qi and blood were strong and his spiritual power was strong, there was still a big gap compared to his opponent's skill.
After only holding on for a moment, Han Feng finally shuddered and couldn't stop retreating.
Knowing that he couldn't resist, Han Feng dodged and directly raised the Overlord Spear.
The spear's bloody light burst out, breaking through the shadows of palms all over the sky, and headed towards Murong City like a broken bamboo.
Murong Cheng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and took a silver sword into his hand.
Facing Han Feng's overwhelming gun shadow, Murong Cheng stood on the spot and waved his sword to resist the gun shadow.
"Clang clang clang...!"
The Overlord Spear's attack was extremely fierce, but Murong Cheng held the long knife like an arm and used his fingers. The blade was as fast as a phantom, blocking all Han Feng's attacks.
Han Feng used the Blood Fiend Soul-Destroying Spear Technique again, sending bloody spear shadows all over the sky, but he still couldn't break through Murong City's defense.
From the beginning to the end, Murong Cheng's expression remained calm and composed, and he only defended but did not attack.
At this moment, he spoke calmly.
"Junior Brother Han, your marksmanship is indeed powerful, but it's a pity that it still lacks some firepower."
When Han Feng heard this, without saying a word, he fired dozens of shots again. The moment the last shot was knocked back.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the man and the gun reached a certain tacit understanding and became one.
He turned around and fired a carbine, straight at Huanglong, and stabbed Murong Cheng in the heart.
Sensing the artistic conception of Han Feng's shot, Murong Cheng, who was originally calm, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
The long knife in his hand changed its position several times in the void, and just now he was able to block the shot with the knife.
"boom……!"
What seemed like an ordinary blow actually erupted with an astonishing loud noise.
This shot directly shocked Murong Cheng and caused him to slide seven or eight feet away. The long knife went back deep into the ground before he stopped his retreat.
Murong Cheng slowly raised his head and stared at Han Feng, finally showing a look of shock in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Han has already condensed the "Gun Intention". It's really unexpected."
"There are many things you don't expect."
Han Feng only said coldly, and with one shot, he turned into a bloody giant again and charged towards him!
Murong Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly drew his knife and stood up.
At this moment, "one man, one sword" actually entered a mysterious artistic conception, facing the flying bloody gun shadow, he suddenly slashed with his sword.
The moves of the two seemed to be extremely ordinary, but they also had a mysterious meaning of "returning to nature".
And when the two men's swords collided, a thunderous sound immediately erupted in the void, and strong winds swept across them.
The astonishing momentum shows that the seemingly ordinary moves of the two people contain amazing power!
In the distant formation, Nangong Qi, Lu Yun'er and others who were nervously paying attention to the battle situation were shocked when they saw this.
Nangong Qi said solemnly.
"Both of these two people have understood the true meaning of their sword and spear skills!"
Hearing this, Lu Yun'er couldn't help but look surprised.
"Murong Cheng has been practicing in the academy for three years, and there are many seniors of his Murong family in the academy who have taught him, so it is not surprising that he has understood the meaning of the sword.
And this Han Feng comes from a small border town and has only entered the academy for a long time. How can he understand the meaning of the gun? "
Nangong Qi shook her head, then frowned.
"Han Feng's spear spirit seems to have been condensed for a short time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to match Murong Cheng."
Sure enough, after more than ten rounds of fighting, the advantage began to tilt towards Murong Cheng, and Han Feng quickly fell into a disadvantage.
At this moment, Han Feng couldn't help but retreat under the force of Murong Cheng's sword, his face full of solemnity.
Murong Cheng's sword skills follow the same path of opening and closing, and he has extremely high attainments in sword skills, and has reached the point of mastering his sword intentions.
Although Han Feng is now becoming more and more proficient in the operation of gun intention, there is still a big gap between him and his opponent.
Moreover, Murong Cheng's sword was not only domineering and mysterious, but the wind energy contained in the blade was even more powerful.
Every time they collide, a sharp whirlwind will be transmitted through the gun body into Han Feng's arms, causing his arms to sting like a knife, and red marks will appear.
If it weren't for Han Feng's physical strength, his arms would have been torn apart by this sharp energy at this moment.
Murong Cheng naturally saw Han Feng's situation and smiled coldly.
"Junior Brother Han, although you and I have condensed our true intentions, I'm afraid your gun still can't stop my sword!"
The moment the words fell, Murong Cheng made a tiger leap, and drew a "full moon" with the long knife in his hand. The light of the knife glowed with green light, bringing out an afterimage and slashing it down fiercely, with more power than before.
Han Feng's eyes narrowed and he suddenly blocked the gun.
"boom……!"
There was a roar and green light burst out. Han Feng's arms shook violently, and his figure was almost unsteady.
He tried his best to stabilize his body, but a strong wind rushed towards him along with the force of the sword, and hit him heavily in the chest.
"Bang...!"
Han Feng was knocked backwards and slid out. His body had not yet stabilized, and the blood in his chest was surging violently.
Murong Cheng appeared in front of him again like a ghost. With a flash of green light, the second sword swept across!
Han Feng could only manage to take action, and once again used his gun to take the knife.
The result was a muffled groan, and his body was blown away.
But Murong Cheng actually approached him again, and slashed the third knife directly towards Han Feng's shoulder.
This scene made everyone in the audience tense at the same time, and some even exclaimed in surprise.
Just when everyone thought that Han Feng was about to lose and have his arm cut off by Murong Cheng.
Murong Cheng suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and a sound broke through the air near his ears.
He suddenly tilted his head, and a black light almost passed across his face.
Immediately, a foot away from his eyes, the black light turned in different directions and shot towards his right eye.
He had to suddenly put away his sword and swipe away the black light.
Immediately, the black light circled and hung above Han Feng's head, but it was a black flying knife that was two inches long!
At this moment, Murong Heng reached out and touched the blood mark on his cheek.
Then he looked at the flying knife suspended above Han Feng's head, and his expression changed again.
"You are actually a spiritual master!"
