Sword splits the universe

Both Han Yan and Han Lie had tears in their eyes, and their hands were tightly clenched into fists.

"Han Feng, you have to admit defeat! If you continue like this, you will die!" Han Yan sobbed softly.

At the same time, the disciples of the Han family were also extremely nervous. They were afraid that something would happen to Han Feng, and their eyes were filled with anticipation. They hoped that Han Feng could create another miracle.

"Han Feng, you idiot, why don't you admit defeat! It was the same last time, and it's still the same this time, you fool, I really don't know what my sister likes you, quickly admit defeat!" Dongfang Xue looked at the seriously injured Han Feng, with an anxious face, was about to shed tears.

"No, I can't lose!"

"I need to hurry up."

"Quicker~"

"Hurry up!"

Han Feng raised his speed to the limit, and the two figures kept flickering. When the black dragon destroyed one, he transformed into another one. Sometimes the body was hit by the black dragon, but he also survived with tenacious perseverance.

Nie Ting's complacency at the beginning became a little astonished, and finally turned into shock. He couldn't imagine what Han Feng relied on to support him. He resisted so many violent attacks.

"What the hell is this guy doing? The **** is so powerful, but you will still be defeated by me in the end!" Nie Ting said harshly.

But then his expression changed a little, "This guy's speed has become faster? Huh? What's going on, it turned into three, no, I have to make a quick decision!"

Han Feng was oppressed to the limit by the black flood dragon. The strong pressure made him finally comprehend the magic step, and finally helped the magic step to improve a level, and he reached the low-level body and martial arts of the ground level.

When Han Feng used the phantom step again, not only was his speed several times faster than before, but he could also transform into two phantoms.

"Is this an earth-level low-grade martial art? It's too fast, haha, Nie Ting, Nie Ting, thank you so much, it's up to me to show my power!"

Han Feng's face was cold, and three figures kept flickering around the black flood dragon. The black flood dragon was indeed powerful, but facing Han Feng at this time, let alone attacking his body, he couldn't even touch a phantom.

After several moves, Han Feng finally got out of the black dragon's blockade area. Before the black dragon could react, he was ready to start his counterattack with endless anger.

"Burning blood**!"

"boom!〃

Han Feng's momentum suddenly increased several times, and the vitality in the air continued to swarm towards him.

"Dragon Transformation Art, Transform Shadow!"

"Aww!"

A green dragon that was bigger than the black flood dragon appeared on the competition stage. The terrifying power of the dragon filled the entire square of Tianwu City. The green dragon roared angrily, as if it was venting its endless anger.

As soon as the cyan dragon came out, everyone in the audience could only feel the strong coercion. Some weak people were pale, and they were directly pressed to the ground by Longwei and trembled.

The black flood dragon on the competition stage seemed like a mouse seeing a cat, its eyes were full of fear, and its body couldn't help but began to back away slowly.

In fact, it is not how strong Han Feng's Huaying is, but the dragon shadow transformed by the Dragon Transformation Art has absolutely pure dragon breath and coercion. The dragon is the king of all beasts. Any monster or warrior can feel it Its breath will instinctively produce a sense of fear and surrender, and unless it is a particularly powerful warrior, it will not feel this way.

"Damn it, there is still such a trick hidden, but so what? Weak people are weak after all, how can they be compared with our noble Mowu clan!"

A strange black sphere slowly gathered in the palm of Nie Ting. He poured all his energy into the sphere, and suddenly he raised the black sphere and threw it into the black flood dragon.

"Kill him for me! Pfft..."

After throwing out the black sphere, Nie Ting's face paled instantly, and his body seemed to be unsteady, but he laughed wildly instead, with a very proud expression on his face.

After the black sphere merged into the body of the black flood dragon, its momentum was like a rainbow. Looking at the majestic Qinglong opposite, it roared unwillingly, and finally slapped its tail on the Qinglong.

Now Han Feng is barely able to compete with Nie Ting because he has used the burning blood gun and the Dragon Transformation Art, but the time for the burning blood gun is too short, so he wants to decide the winner with one blow.

Seeing the black flood dragon rushing towards him, Han Feng used all his energy to control the green dragon. The blue dragon grew a little more and charged towards the black dragon roaring.

"boom!〃

Both Han Feng and Nie Ting collided with their strongest strength, the whole square roared, and huge cracks appeared in the competition platform.

"boom!〃

When they collided again, the square vibrated violently as if an earthquake had occurred, and the entire tournament stage was almost destroyed, while Qinglong and Heijiao had disappeared, and there were only two Han Feng and Nie lying motionless on the loose competition platform. Ting.

"Cough cough..."

Han Feng moved his hand slightly, opened his eyes slowly, and saw the collapsed martial arts arena and Nie Ting not far away from him.

Han Feng gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain on his body, got up with difficulty, and limped to Nie Ting.

And Nie Ting also woke up leisurely, but just opened his eyes and saw a face he didn't want to see the most, and wanted to get up, but his body was not as good as Han Feng's, and he suffered such a serious injury , It's good to be able to wake up.

"You, what are you going to do, I am noble... ah...〃

Before Nie Ting could finish speaking, Han Feng used up his last bit of strength and kicked Nie Ting's dantian.

"My enemies are either dead or crippled. You should be glad that I just crippled you!" Han Feng said coldly as he looked at Nie Ting, who had fainted from pain.

Han Feng supported his body with his sword, turned his head to look at the dumbfounded referee in the crowd, and said, "Referee, does this count as my victory?"

The referee swallowed, tremblingly said: "Yes, you won."

"Hehe, I won, father, did you see that?"

Han Feng looked up at the sky, showed a smile, slowly closed his eyes, and just passed out like this.

Everyone looked at the young man standing upright in the ruins even after he passed out, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously. Who in the world can match him?

-

In the past three days of the competition, Han Feng's fame in Tianwu City can be said to be the hottest topic.

Acquired warriors dared to go to the Purple Prison Mountains to practice. He became an innate at the age of 17. He advanced to the Profound Realm in less than three years. With the strength of the early Profound Realm, he fiercely fought and defeated the late Profound Realm warriors. All these incredible achievements made Han Feng a The goal that all the young people are chasing after, the existence that they look up to.

"You have advanced from the early stage to the late stage in four years?"

"What a fart! Han Feng has advanced to the Profound Realm in less than three years!"

"Did you dare to enter the Purple Prison Mountains alone in the early days?"

"Hey, Han Feng's peak day after tomorrow is here! 〃

A series of rumors about Han Feng spread all over Tianwu City, everyone talked about it endlessly, but the subject of the discussion, Han Feng, was still in a coma due to serious injuries...

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