martial arts mythology system

Chapter 112 Skyfire Yuanzhu
【Emperor hopeful, talking and laughing to kill】

View everything in the world as the Son of Heaven looks from afar, and the sun, moon, and stars come into view, and the three talents of heaven and earth have nothing to hide from.

However, the use of "Tianzi Wangqi Technique" not only requires the mastery of martial arts theory, but also requires the user's mentality and calculations to follow the use of martial arts.

Therefore, although Han Feng received the empowerment of "Tianzi Wangqi Technique", he could not exert the full power of Tianzi Wangqi Technique.

If there are no real dragons in the world, the art of slaying dragons is useless.

Without enough pressure, even if you have the "Tianzi Wangqi Technique", you can only look at Baoshan empty.

Finally... this time under Wang Boen's offensive like a storm, Han Feng's consciousness was pushed to the extreme.

The Son of Heaven's hopeful eyes looked all over, and under these eyes, Wang Boen's movements slowed down.

In these eyes, Wang Boen's tall body was burning with raging results, and the knife in his hand was flowing with a sharp breath, and the knife fell down, and the target was Han Feng's left shoulder.

Tianzi Wangqi's prediction speed was finally able to keep up with Wang Boen's chopping speed, Han Feng's shoulders sank and his figure lowered, "Sword and Sword Gua in the Snow" finally had a chance to make a move.

The light of Xue Liang's knife is as bright as night and night, and the blade's edge is cold.

Wang Boen's knife missed, and Han Feng approached him. Seeing the knife's light cut towards his abdomen, the blood in his body surged with anger, and he resisted with his body.

Han Feng knew that he couldn't see this guy fighting for his life with this knife, and didn't intend to really take his life, so the blade retracted three points.

However... this guy hit the blade like an armored train.

When the blade pierced into the flesh, Han Feng felt that the situation was wrong. Although this guy did not possess horizontal martial arts under the hope of the emperor, his body was actually a bit harder than steel. It doesn't seem to be a big problem to resist his own knife, but this guy charged straight forward, using his body as a hammer, and he would be knocked away when he hit himself... If the distance is opened again, this guy will definitely start again. If you swung your knife into a circle, it would be difficult for you to get close.

"Damn, you fool..."

Han Feng cursed in a low voice, "Tianzi Wangqi Technique" was running extremely fast.

As the "Tianzi Wangqi Technique" was developed little by little in this battle, Han Feng could intuitively feel that he was becoming stronger little by little.

Finally, the air of the Son of Heaven reached a new height under the pressure, and Han Feng finally had an epiphany at this critical moment.

Facing Wang Boen who was about to hit him, Han Feng held his left hand falsely. Wang Boen, who was charging furiously, suddenly froze. His furious state of mind seemed to have received some inexplicable impact. The red in his eyes faded slightly, and his whole expression was painful.

Han Feng took this opportunity to swipe with his left hand, drawing a bloodstain on the Lengyue Baodao that was on his lower abdomen, and the purple petals in his left hand were printed on his heart.

This palm of Han Feng's moves carried the "Zixia Divine Art" running at full speed, his whole body was full of purple energy, and his cheeks turned purple.

The tyrannical slap made Wang Boen float in the air for a short while.

Just as he was flying into the air, Wang Boen's eyes turned blood red, and his anger grew again.

However, he can't use his power in the air, no matter how angry he is, he has nowhere to use it.

At this time, Han Feng's left hand grasped falsely again.

"Tianzi Wangqi Art" affects the opponent's temperament, and the ability to capture people's hearts and souls is once again displayed.

Wang Boen only felt as if his whole body had been sunk into the water, suffocated and in pain... The source of the power of the blood-rage physique - the irresistible anger was also restrained by the "Tianziwangqi Technique"...the anger couldn't get up...

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Feng caught up with another knife. For the super high defense of the Raging Blood Physique, Han Feng's Leng Yue Baodao could only draw a line of blood, but this one was enough to cause damage.

When Wang Boen landed on the ground, the long-prepared "Iron Palm Flying Flowers" hit Wang Boen's heart again...and knocked him into the air again...

Wang Boen, who was in the air, just got rid of it...Han Feng's left hand was grasped again...he fell into a state of pain...

Floating... the middle palm... suffocating... floating again...

This set of moves was played out by Han Feng like a closed loop, and the moves made it difficult for Wang Boen to get rid of.

Under Han Feng's "Emperor Wang Qi Technique" manipulating his temperament, Wang Boen's blood-red pupils became lighter and lighter, and he gradually withdrew from the state of anger and blood.

The people off the field watched Han Feng's sudden counterattack at the most critical moment like a magical stroke, turning the victory or defeat, and the whole situation, and they were instantly excited.

Fans of Han Zhijian who had died down cheered again.

"Han Zhijian!!!"

"Han Zhijian!!!"

Han Feng's routine of connecting this strong control to the output is meticulous, and the knife and palm are linked together, which is subtle.

But Han Feng knew that this was not the end. According to the information he got from Uncle Chu, Wang Boen definitely still has a set of clothes-exploding skills at the bottom of the box.

Sure enough, the internal Qi circulating in Wang Boen's body, who was hit by Han Feng and floated in the air, suddenly condensed in his dantian, and under the reflection of the fiery energy, all the acupoints around his body began to gather strength.

At this time, Han Feng, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his palm and hit Wang Boen's dantian with his palm.

Feihua's palm force impacted Wang Boen's dantian with the influence of "Tianzi Wangqi Technique", and the inner strength that had just been accumulated was completely dissipated.

Wang Boen immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell onto the Baiyu Square.

Han Feng didn't continue to chase, but withdrew his momentum, stood still silently, and returned his breath secretly.

The non-stop combo just now almost exhausted his inner energy.

Wang Boen got up from the ground, the blood-red aura in his eyes completely disappeared, and he returned to that gentle young man, and slightly cupped his hands at Han Feng: "Thank you Han Zhijian for your mercy, otherwise my dantian will definitely be damaged by this move."

Han Feng smiled lightly:
"We're just exchanging martial arts, not fighting for life and death. Even in the berserk state just now, you didn't kill me. How could I disregard the friendship of the same family?"

On the high platform in the north, seeing Han Feng winning, Nan Gonglian began to roll his name: "In the first match, Han Feng won with the sword, and in the second match, Bai Feihuang with the sword faced the envoy Guo Qinhan."

Han Feng and Wang Boen faced each other, and Bai Feihuang, who was in a white robe facing the wind, and Guo Qinhan, who had a calm face, stood in front of Shihuan Wanjian.

"Bai Zhijian, please."

"Guo Lingshi made it easy."

There were swords, lights and fists.

……

It was night, thirty miles away from the hanging sword.

The stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight is fading.

When the moon is bright, the stars are rare, but when the stars are full of light, the moon is invisible.

Wearing a cloak, Han Feng had a cold and gloomy demeanor, walking on the lonely road in the barren hills.

There was a dead tree next to it, and the old crow was silent.

Stepping on the dead branches on the ground, there was a sound of breaking branches.

Han Feng stopped, and now under a tree tied with a red string,
After a while, three men in black cloaks came over.

Han Feng looked at the three of them coldly with his eyes under the cloak, and asked, "Have you brought anything?"

The three of them didn't answer, and the person in the middle took off the package on his back, took out a jade box decorated with jewels, and slowly opened it.

Seventeen strange things in the shape of light red pearls lay quietly in the box.

Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he reached out to pick it up.

With a "snap", the cloaked man in front of him closed the jade box.

"and many more."

(End of this chapter)