Han Feng was slightly startled when he heard the sudden, cold voice with a hint of murderous intent. Then he saw Hua Yuanzong, the dean of Tianshengyuan, behind him.
Among all the geniuses of Tianshengyuan, a graceful figure walked out. The person who came was wearing a silver-white dress with a waistband and a long bun. Under her bun, she had a stunningly beautiful face.
It's a pity that at this moment, this pretty face is as cold as ice, with a pair of beautiful eyes that should be as bright as stars. Staring at Han Feng on the ring, there was a faint evil spirit rising in his eyes.
Han Feng was slightly startled when he saw the person coming, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times unnoticeably. This woman is none other than Luo Beifeng, the saint of Tianshengyuan.
Han Feng had no grudge against him originally, it was just because he killed the Holy Son and Vice-President of Tianshengyuan. In order to save face for Tianshengyuan, Luo Beifeng fought with Han Feng under the laurel sacred tree in the ruins of the Wushen clan.
That battle also attracted Zuo Qiu Weiming and Liu Xie, the son of Soaring Snake King, to join them. In order to seize the treasure and escape, Han Feng had no choice but to use the ancient treasure glove, remove the opponent's personal inner armor, and throw it to the strong men from all sides who besieged him to snatch it. This made the saint feel ashamed and resentful, and the two formed a feud.
Han Feng didn't expect to see the other party on such an occasion, and it seemed that this woman wanted to avenge her private revenge.
He thought to himself that he didn't hurt the other person much. He just took off his inner armor, so he wouldn't be so obsessed with it, right?
However, Han Feng didn't know. As a saint of Tianshengyuan, Luo Beifeng devoted herself to seeking the truth and took her own reputation very seriously. Even though she had many admirers, she never paid them any attention.
She didn't even care about the fanatical pursuit of Zuoqiu Weiming, the young master of the Zuoqiu clan, and kept a distance from him.
However, the noble honor that she regarded as her destiny was ruined by the bastard in front of her in the ruins of the Martial God Clan.
Although the other party didn't do anything to her, she just took her inner armor and used it as a means of escape. In the end, she took the inner armor back.
But during the scramble, the inner armor changed hands several times and was touched many times by others. Luo Beifeng originally thought that taking back the inner armor would settle the matter.
Unexpectedly, after leaving the ruins of the Martial God Clan, rumors spread on the mainland that the saint of Tianshengyuan was stripped naked by gangsters at the ruins of the Martial God Clan.
Some people even swore that they could see it clearly. Some people also said that they touched the inner armor of the saint with their own hands and smelled her body fragrance... As the saying goes, good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. The fragrant anecdotes about the saint of Tianshengyuan spread quickly.
This made Luo Beifeng feel humiliated, and her hatred for Han Feng grew day by day. She suddenly saw Han Feng today and had the opportunity to take action. How could she let it go?
The next moment, the frosty Luo Beifeng came to the ring and clasped his fists towards Han Feng.
"Senior Han, this junior is here to ask for some advice." Nowadays, Luo Beifeng and Zuo Qiu Weiming are both at the peak of Japanese level. When seeing Han Feng, they can only consider themselves juniors.
Han Feng frowned when he saw the resentment in the other person's eyes.
"Miss Luo, your cultivation level is not enough. I think it would be better for you to find a fellow Taoist from Hongwu, Shenxu Realm, to fight with me." Luo Beifeng heard this, but a strange smile appeared on his face.
"It doesn't matter, the power of this sword in the hands of this junior should satisfy the seniors." After the words fell, the light in Luobei Fengzhang's mind floated, and a sword shrouded in silver light appeared in his hand.
"Buzz...!" Before the sword was unsheathed, the sword was already buzzing, and the silver light around it spread like mercury on the ground.
A burst of mighty sword energy was even more terrifying than the sword energy on Zuoqiu Weiming's body when he drew his sword.
"What a sword!" Someone who knew swords in the scene immediately opened his eyes and exclaimed.
"Could this be Tianshengyuan, one of the three holy weapons?
"Gentleman's Sword"? "
"With such power and such awe-inspiring sword energy, there is no doubt that it must be this sword. I heard that Tianshengyuan has three ninth-level spiritual weapons. They have been passed down from generation to generation by Tianshengyuan and have been cultivated with awe-inspiring aura for thousands of years. Their power has already been It surpasses ordinary ninth-grade spiritual weapons. Although there is still a slight difference between it and a super-grade spiritual weapon, it is also a rare magical weapon in the world. I didn't expect that this saint would inherit this sword." Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. , and also saw the extraordinary value of the sword in the opponent's hand.
The next moment, Luo Beifeng didn't talk nonsense with Han Feng at all. The long sword was unsheathed, and a silver light penetrated the void. There were even the slightest cracks in the space at the sword's edge.
"This junior will use this gentleman's sword to ask for advice from the senior!" Luo Beifeng seemed to be respectful in his words, but in reality he was clenching his silver teeth and widening his almond-shaped eyes.
The Tianling Gai facing Han Feng was chopped off with one sword.
"Boom...!" In an instant, a silver sword light spread across the sky and earth, and with a billowing power, it struck down Han Feng's head.
The power of this sword caused the expressions of many representatives from small countries to change drastically on the spot, and even some Hongwu and Shenxu Realm powerful men had expressions of surprise on their faces.
As a saint of Tiansheng Academy, Luo Beifeng has outstanding talents. Now she has reached the peak of the Japanese level. Her strength is among the top in this realm, not inferior to Zuoqiu Weiming.
In addition, the one in her hand is almost comparable to a super-grade spiritual weapon.
"The Gentleman's Sword". The sword he slashed out in anger had already reached a quasi-Hongwu level of power. When Luo Beifeng slashed out this sword, many people present's eyes lit up.
Many people were still skeptical about Han Feng's testimony to Hongwu, so they took this opportunity to verify it.
But Han Feng, even though he was a little depressed when faced with Luo Beifeng's blow to the head, could only strike at will, condensed a palm print and swung it upward.
"Bang...!" There was a shocking explosion, and the sword light was directly shattered. Luo Beifeng staggered back, and the palm prints disappeared invisible, but Han Feng remained unmoved.
The onlookers' expressions changed slightly when they saw Han Feng taking the sword so easily. I thought to myself that this person has probably really entered the realm of Hongwu.
Han Feng also said to Luo Beifeng: "Miss Luo, your attack is useless to me, stop it." Han Feng wanted the other party to retreat when the situation was difficult.
However, he underestimated Luo Beifeng's obsession with revenge!
"Humph, that's not necessarily the case!" Luo Beifengjiao shouted, and struck down with another sword. This time, the sword was full of energy and sharpness, and its power was even more powerful than the previous sword.
Han Feng frowned, but casually slapped it in pieces. Seeing this situation, Luobei Fengxing's eyes burst into flames. Instead of giving up, he drew his sword with all his strength again.
Each sword was more violent than the other, almost using all his strength. Regarding Luo Beifeng's actions, Han Feng no longer said anything, but kept thinking silently in his heart while keeping his palms out.
"Three moves, four moves, five moves..." For this obvious
Han Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the crazy woman "above". Fortunately, the Tianyuan Dynasty's test standard is ten moves. After ten moves, she can no longer take action against herself.
"Bang...!" Finally another palm shot out, ruthlessly shattering the sword light. Luo Beifeng was so shocked that he slid backwards a hundred feet, his arms trembling, and blood oozing from his mouth.
"Ten moves have been completed, Miss Luo accepts the offer!" Han Feng handed over his hand, turned around and left, not wanting to tangle with this woman again.
However, just as he turned around, a roaring sound suddenly broke through the air above his head.
"Han Feng, take another strike from me!" Han Feng suddenly turned around and saw Luo Beifeng holding a sword, with long hair flying, and eyes filled with murderous intent, and he actually slashed at him again!
Han Feng's pupils shrank and his anger rose. There was really no end to this woman.
"Boom...!" Han Feng directly blasted out with a palm. The power of his palm was several times stronger than before. With one palm, Luo Beifeng was sent flying with his sword.
"Enough is enough!" Han Feng shouted coldly. After Luo Beifeng was blown away by his palm, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and blood surged in his body. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.
But instead of stopping, the woman sprayed a mouthful of essence and blood on the gentleman's sword in her hand, and an even more powerful power erupted from her body, flowing upstream.
He rushed towards Han Feng again, struck the top of his head, and slashed wildly with his sword!
"Han Feng, I'm going to kill you!" Han Feng didn't expect that the other party would be so crazy. If he had encountered such a blind woman in other places, the other party would have been dead.
But now it is an empire ranking battle, and the five peak experts of the Tianyuan Dynasty are sitting here. If they kill each other in public, it will be very difficult for them to escape.
Thinking about his plan again, Han Feng could only suppress his anger, and his body flashed as fast as light. Even though Luo Beifeng's sword slashed wildly, it couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
But Luo Beifeng didn't give up. He chased Han Feng and slashed wildly without saying a word. He kept yelling: "Han Feng, you bastard, pervert, I'm going to kill you!" Hearing the crazy curse words from the other party's mouth. , and then looking at the audience around him with expressions full of information, Han Feng's face finally darkened.
As the saying goes, if the Buddha is angry, it doesn't matter if the other party goes crazy, and he also attacks him personally, Han Feng can't bear it anymore.
"That's enough!" Unable to endure it, Han Feng, who had originally dodged, punched Luo Beifeng with his backhand, and the Junzi Sword in his hand was knocked away with a punch.
However, Han Feng's punch was a little too strong and he couldn't hold it back for a while, due to Luo Beifeng's own inertia.
This punch struck firmly on Luo Beifeng's elastic chest.
"Bang...!"
"ah……!"
