Guards lottery

Han Feng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. It seemed that some of the heroes in the world were underestimated. Not only Zhang Lan, but even Dongfang Feifan who was beside him were also very upset.

To be honest, this cold wind is really handsome, with long black shaved hair, a black outfit, and a pair of black cloth shoes, like a black black iron sword, with a handsome and graceful sword light bursting out from his gestures.

He is quite handsome, but the words he scolded Zhang Lan were a bit vulgar, and no one could stand such cynicism.

"Hehe, I'm a pile of cow dung? Then what are you?" Zhang Lan snorted coldly.

"What am I? Of course I'm the one who came to defeat you!" Han Feng said confidently.

"Huh, you're not ashamed to speak out!" Zhang Lan's angry voice stirred in the arena.

Wang Hanxing at the side saw that the two hadn't fought yet, and their words were full of gunpowder, so he quickly retreated to the side knowingly, and handed over the venue to Dongfang Feifan.

Dongfang Feifan walked between the two of them and signaled them to keep a certain distance to stand.

"Han Feng, Zhang Lan, are you ready?" Both of them nodded.

Afterwards, Dongfang Feifan raised his hand and made a swipe to indicate that the game could start.

At this time, in the center of the arena, the cold wind was blowing over Zhang Lan, one black and one white, standing opposite each other three meters away.

Hanfeng has fluttering black hair and a fierce aura, like a black black iron sword with a threatening sword aura;

Zhang Lan's white clothes are better than the snow, and her breath is calm, like a silver-white long knife hidden in the sparkle.

But the sword was not out of its sheath, nor was the knife drawn out, and they stared at each other silently with one knife and one sword.

At this moment, the world seemed to be dead still, and the pupils of the two were constantly gathering light, as if they wanted to melt their opponents into it.

After a few seconds of extremely quiet observation, the cold wind moved first.

A gust of wind blew by, and a white figure flew out in the air, facing Zhang Lan who was standing three meters away.Lasing away!

"What a handsome qinggong!" The younger sister said infatuatedly.

"Ignorance! Is that light work? It's clearly a wind attribute ability!" A boy next to him said contemptuously.

Han Feng's handsome body style made the audience gasp in admiration.

Indeed, the distance of three meters is only a matter of an instant for the wind-like cold wind. He flew up in the air, and he had already made preparations for the following attack. The eagle claw of his right hand quickly grabbed Zhang Rand's throat.

Once Zhang Lan's throat is caught by this grab, the consequences will be unimaginable!

How should he respond?

Although this grab was fast, it wasn't so fast that it was unstoppable, but Zhang Lan, who had learned from the past, didn't block it with his hands, because he was afraid that like the last time he fought against Gray, this grab would be false. One move, and then another dirty move, and he would be caught off guard again.Therefore, Zhang Lan decided to use the other way to return to the other body, and use lightness kung fu to fight lightness kung fu!

Zhang Lan's feet hit the ground fiercely, soaring into the air, with his body two feet off the ground, he slid back more than two meters rapidly!

"Qinggong! Is it the legendary Qinggong?"

"Damn it, Zhang Lan can actually do light work?"

"I just said that he is not simple, you must believe it!"

At the moment when the cold wind and steel claws were about to grab his throat, Zhang Lan used the lightness skill of "Flying on the Grass", which stunned the audience.

Zhang Lan's leaping into the air and back leap is the top-level lightness skill of "Flying on the Grass". This jump and slide seems simple, but everyone knows that flying backwards and flying forwards are completely different in difficulty, and there is no certain level of lightness. , it is difficult to fly backwards.

Seeing that Zhang Lan flew upside down, Han Feng was surprised in his eyes.

After the two sides stood two meters away, Han Feng was not in a hurry to attack with the second move, but stood there and said something.

"Your lightness kung fu is not bad, who did you learn it from?" Han Feng asked.

"Hehe, your lightness kung fu is not bad." Zhang Lan said with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm really a frog in a well. Can't you see that I'm not doing light work?" Han Feng laughed at Zhang Lan's ignorance.

"If it weren't for my poor eyesight, your lightness kung fu is the low-level lightness kung fu "Flying on the Grass". It's no surprise that you can do soy sauce! With it, you want to compete with wind attribute supernatural powers? Naive! Or wait until you learn Da Let’s talk about "Crossing the River with a Reed" by Mo Zushi, or "Ladder Clouds" by Wudang? "Flying on the Grass"? I’m afraid you can’t even touch the corner of my clothes!"

Unexpectedly, the Qinggong, which the audience saw so coolly, was actually devalued by the cold wind as worthless!

But in fact?

Although Han Feng is arrogant, he is a B-level wind attribute supernatural power after all, which is equivalent to the strength of Gu Wu's Acquired Fourth Level. Han Feng's agility level driven by wind speed may at least reach Gu Wu's intermediate level Qinggong is indeed much faster than "Flying on the Grass".

This point, Dongfang Feifan and the other masters hidden in the field are well aware of it.

After Han Feng's disdainful words came out in the field, Zhang Lan felt a big chill in his heart.

From the tone of his voice, Han Feng seemed to have studied Gu Wu's lightness kung fu, not only saw his lightness kung fu method in "Flying on the Grass", but also knew many other advanced light kung fu methods.

The most troublesome thing is that he is really a wind attribute user, and his level should not be too low!

The opponent knows everything about you, but you know nothing about the opponent. How can you fight this battle?

Zhang Lan, who was a little confident at the beginning, is now a little timid.

It's not that Zhang Lan is afraid, but because he has never fought with supernatural beings before, and he doesn't know what tricks they will use to deal with him. This kind of unknown anxiety is the most terrifying!

However, fear does not solve any problems.

No one has the right momentum, and no one is as fast as the light kung fu, so Zhang Lan can only pin all his hopes on the powerful vajra finger, hoping that the strong finger force can give the opponent a fatal blow!

"Wind attribute supernatural beings really have a few tricks, but your quick movement doesn't mean you are also strong. Do you have the guts to fight me close?" Zhang Lan said holding on to the scene.

Zhang Lan's provocative method made Dongfang Feifan nodded slightly. Although he lacked actual combat experience, Zhang Lan knew how to learn from each other's strengths to make up for his weaknesses. This is already very valuable for a newcomer.

But for Zhang Lan's provocative method, the cold wind didn't seem to buy it.

"The aggressive method? Melee combat? Do you think I'm an idiot? Although I'm not afraid of your powerful vajra fingers, I don't need melee combat at all against you!"

"It's almost the same as what you said nonsense, it's time to give you a ride!"

As the cold words of the cold wind came out in the field, he stood in place, his eyes were cold, and he muttered words.

Immediately, people felt that the wind in the field was gathered and flew towards the cold wind!

The colorless and invisible wind gradually becomes tangible and colored.

It was a light smoke color at first, then slowly became thicker, and finally became thicker and thicker, and turned silvery white!

The silvery-white wind gathers together, turning from slow to fast, getting faster and faster, as fast as a propeller at full power!

At this time, in front of Han Feng, finally slowly condensed into a knife-shaped wind blade!

This wind blade is about one foot long and three inches wide, with silvery white light flashing, and a chilling air, no different from a real knife.

As a b-level wind power user, Han Feng's current wind blade level is low-level, and he can only gather three single-piece rotating wind blades within five meters, and the power is limited.

But the victory is strange and fast, and opponents without actual combat experience will often be cut to death by unexpected wind blades!

Now, in front of Han Feng, a rapidly spinning wind blade has successfully condensed. As long as he moves his mind, this silver and bright wind blade will cut Zhang Lan's throat with the sound of howling wind!

"What is this?" The ignorant audience in the audience were stunned.

"Could it be that the two white short knives in front of Han Feng are the legendary wind blades?"

The audience was indeed shocked, many of them saw the wind blade technique for the first time by someone with the wind ability!

"Wind blade cut!"

With a burst of cold wind, the "short knife" in front of him slashed towards Zhang Lan who was facing him!

The wind blade came fiercely, spinning rapidly, as fast as lightning, Zhang Lan couldn't dodge at all.

He had no choice but to concentrate all his strength on his fingertips, trying to break the wind blade with his diamond fingers!

"Strengthen the Vajra Finger, pointing to heaven and earth!"

Following Zhang Lan's yell, the golden index finger of his right hand accurately hit the wind blade cutting towards his throat!

"laugh!"

The Vajra Finger poked on the back of the rotating wind blade, and sparks splashed out!

The diamond finger hit the wind blade, like an electric drill hitting the blade of a rapidly rotating steel knife.

In an instant, the wind blade was shattered by the diamond finger, but at the same time, Zhang Lan's right index finger was also cut with several bloody holes, and he quickly retreated.

The cold wind on the opposite side seemed to have expected that Zhang Lan's Vajra Finger would crush his wind blade, with a cold smile on his face, muttering something.

"Yinfeng Slash!"

A shady wind blade suddenly appeared on Zhang Lan's back!

"Not good!" Qin Tian in the audience couldn't help screaming.

"Chila!" The clothes on Zhang Lan's back were cut instantly, revealing a deep bloody gash!

"Ah!" With a muffled groan, Zhang Lan retreated quickly.

Who knew that the cold wind released a murderous look in his eyes!

He wanted to kill them all, but at some point in his hand, he held a one-foot-long wind blade, flew into the air, and slashed towards Zhang Lan quickly!

"go to hell!"