Chapter 63 World War I

Yesterday's rain did not wash out the smiling face of the sun, and the birds flew down the gloomy sky. Dark clouds and low pressure at the head...

Two straight figures stand on the high platform that attracts a lot of attention. The huge aura is shocking. Countless people are guessing that Han Feng can take a few moves of Mr. Nangong on the opposite side. They seem to have determined that the former will fail, but the length of persistence.

Nangong's gloomy face was sneering, staring at the inconspicuous little character opposite him. The name Han Feng has no impression in his heart. All he remembers is the resounding names of Murong Ruxue, Yan Wuju, Qingyue. Therefore, he didn't even bother to look at Han Feng. All he thought was about was to calculate any few moves to make this ignorant boy miserable, and then humiliate the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy so that they could know the price of underestimated him. The anger made him lose his mind a little, and he didn't think about why the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy let this unknown boy come up.

"Kid, you will regret the decision you made. It's just a good refining body. Humph, in my eyes, it's not as hard as a stone. I will crush you immediately."

Nangong's infinite arrogant voice sounded faintly, which was the most authentic voice in his heart. With a sneer, his figure disappeared again. Han Feng had his first experience and once again moved his footsteps to avoid his attack with the feeling in his heart. A more powerful boxing wind once again exploded at the place where he stood, and the rocks splashed on the ground with amazing momentum.

"Dodge quickly."

Nangong shouted with an infinite voice, and the Yuanli in the air suddenly condensed in his direction. People saw that his palm was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. The huge rapidly expanding palm condensed a wisp of blue-black luster. Han Feng didn't say anything. He looked at the strange changes of the other party and knew that the other party became extremely alert when he was exerting a powerful effort. Standing at his feet, his hands were raised, and a faint airflow flowed in his hands.

Nangong moved his five fingers with infinite satisfaction, and when his wrist was turned over, the sour bones creaked. There is no doubt about the energy hidden in the other party's body.

"Ha ha, if this is your ability, then it will come to an end."

"Imless magic power"

With the roar, his figure has soared into the air like an falcon. The master of martial arts found that the place where he had just stood had been silently imprinted by the dark power under his feet.

With a sharp roar, Nangong's infinite rotation in the air was like an eagle chasing a rabbit, rushing down to Han Feng, and the huge Yuanli whirlwind roared, making people's skin cold. The fierce color condensed in the depths of Han Feng's eyes, gritted his teeth, and a pair of iron palms also faced the infinite Nangong in the air.

"Bang."

The dull and loud sound sounded on the high platform, the wind roared, and the two figures separated in the air. Nangong flew on the stage and fell on the high platform in the distance. However, Han Feng stepped back more than a dozen steps before he could stabilize his figure. Suppressing the rolling of Qi and blood in his chest, he obviously fell behind this time. Han Feng was shocked. It seemed that the level gap was not so easy to make up for. He didn't know that Nangong's infinite shock was far better than him.

Nangong's infinite magical power was originally known for its powerful power, but he was in the air by taking advantage of the momentum of rushing down, and his strength was even more unparalleled. According to his estimate, this powerful blow, even if it can't be defeated by the other party, will at least make him spit a few mouthfuls of blood. However, Han Feng only stepped back a few steps and didn't seem to be a big deal, so his shock was far greater than the latter. It's just that he is deep and doesn't show it on his face.

"Phoenix dance for nine days."

The fierce shout sounded again, and the Nangong's countless figure suddenly disappeared in place again. A sharp roar came. People looked up and saw that Nangong's countless figure actually hovered in the high air. The dance is like a huge phoenix.

"Haha... See how you take my palm?"

Nangong's countless arrogant laughter is in the air, and a violent Yuanli hurricane has blown to Han Feng on the high platform. His five fingers are close together, like a peck, like a phoenix's sharp beak. There is a blue-black luster in the sky. He pecked straight at Han Feng's face like lightning. The storm in the air made people untenable, and a sense of danger rushed to Han Feng's heart, and his dark pupils were shrinking.

"Boom."

A loud noise resounded all over the world, and the countless figure of Nangong rose high into the air again with the power of a blow, and Han Feng retreated a few steps away, and a deep footprint appeared on the hard stone platform every step. The edge of the footprint is like an axe. The fierce wind blew people's clothes around. People couldn't help but step back a few steps. There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of several owners.

Han Feng had not yet breathed, and the scream sounded, and the countless figure of Nangong came with the wind. Another loud noise, under the shocking collision, Han Feng felt that the blood in his heart was rolling. People watched and saw the Nangong hovering and flying in the air like a strange bird, constantly looking for gaps. Han Feng was completely in a passive situation of being beaten and had little power to fight back.

The look on Murong Ruxue's face betrayed her inner anxiety. She is already preparing to save Han Feng in an emergency. Inadvertently, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her and clenched her right hand slightly. Shocked, she turned around, but it was the gentle and beautiful face of Qingyue.

"Does the little sister care about our apprentice very much?"

Murong Ruxue's eyes were a little wandering and said, "He is a disciple of our Qingcheng. This battle is related to the honor of our Qingcheng. Who doesn't care?"

There was an indescribable charm in Qingyue's gentle eyes. She smiled gently and said, "Caring is messy. This boy is not unbearable as imagined. You see, his footwork is not messy at all, and his expression is not about to fail."

Murong Ruxue was shocked. She stared at it. Sure enough, Han Feng's footwork was moderate, and there was no panic on her face when she was about to fail. The mind has gradually settled down.

Sure enough, Han Feng has stabilized from the initial maladjustment and moderately avoids the attack of the other party. The Nangong did not fall on the high platform, and his body seemed to have a pair of invisible wings. He always flew to the sky by attack, and then accumulated strength and kept hitting Han Feng with huge palms. Between the changes of moves, such as an endless river...

"Ha ha, that's enough."

With a laugh, Han Feng's defense has changed. He suddenly rose up in the air and attacked Nangong infinitely. In this difficult process, he has slowly adapted to the endless moves of the other party, which is easy to defend and attack.

Han Feng's figure did not fly around like the other party, but slowly walked towards the other side step by step, like stepping on tangible stone steps. He has a new understanding of the Tianxing Mind Method. As soon as the mind moved, the Yuan force in the air condensed towards the center of his feet. Yuanli ran in the meridians, and his body fell on the steps condensed by Yuanli like a feather. From fast to slow, this is an important turning point in the Tianxing mind method, and he has initially touched the superior situation at the level of Yufeng.

"Ha ha, it's impolite to come and go. You also punch me."

There was no warning. A huge fist hole broke the void and hit Nangong in the air, with a faint metallic luster on his fist. The meteorite-like fist makes people unable to feel the release of breath, giving people only one word: fast. It's like a meteor flashing through the dark sky.

At this moment, the white figure on the hill bag a few miles away suddenly moved slightly. Liu Baiyi's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt a wisp of familiar breath from Han Feng's punch. Mumble: What is this? ...Is a mad meteor! There was surprise in his voice. I didn't expect this boy to learn so vividly at a glance... A strange look flashed in Liu Baiyi's mysterious eyes.

"Boom."

A dull sound came from the sky. The two men retreated and flew again, and then circled up and fought together. Han Feng's fist in his hand crossed Tianyu like a meteor for a while, and then crossed the axe across the sky, as he wanted. Occasionally, there is also the kung fu. For a while, compared with Nangong's infinite strange skills, he did not fall behind.

The two fought faster and faster, and they have left the high altitude on the high platform and turned to the top of people's heads. The Yuanli wind in the air spread away, like a strong wind, which made people unable to stand and dodge one after another. Unconsciously, the sky darkened. The two of them fought tens of thousands of tricks, and people looked up and saw that their necks were sore. But they don't want to lower their heads and rest for a while for fear of missing a wonderful trick.

The old **-like special envoy on his face was also full of surprise, but he did not eat any more melon seeds. He held a cup of tea in his hand, raised his lips, gently blew a breath, and the bright green tea swung away. My lips and teeth moved gently, and I didn't know what to say.

Several owners' eyes changed. Obviously, they did not expect that the battle between the two would turn into a protracted battle. Especially Xi Zhong, the joy in his heart is self-evident, and Han Feng's performance has long exceeded his expectations. He secretly said in his heart that he must recommend this talented disciple who fell from the sky to the owner of the hospital. Cultivate well, and it seems that the revitalization of Qingcheng is promising. Wu Jinlong opened his mouth and couldn't close it, so he almost fell to the ground. At this time, Han Feng was still the same as when he first entered the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. In just half a year, he had such a leap. Even if it is a miracle, others will believe it. He is also a smart person and a few geniuses among this class of disciples, otherwise he will not be selected to participate this time to increase his knowledge. But at this moment, his eyes are complicated...

The most surprising thing in her heart is Murong Ruxue. No one knows more about Han Feng's details than her. From the encounter between the two in Wuyuncheng, she knew who Han Feng was. Was this still the weak scholar at that time? She finally knew the meaning of a word: farewell for three days, when you look at it with new eyes...