Reborn Saint System

Chapter 99
"Huh!" The sword fell to nothing, but Jian Wuchang snorted coldly, swung the ancient sword, and that huge terrifying sword shadow roared out again.

"Tian Yan Thunder Sword!"

Han Feng's figure flickered, and the Coiling Dragon Sword in his hand trembled continuously, and finally there was a terrifying thunderous sound, which bombarded heavily with the huge sword shadow of Jian Wuchang.

"boom!"

The two swords collided, and an extremely powerful wave suddenly erupted. Fortunately, the surrounding area was open and no damage was caused, but the dust in a large area above the ground was swept away by the air wave.

"Earth-level martial arts!"

The people on the sidelines were quite surprised. Jian Wuchang had earth-level martial arts, and they thought it was normal, because Jian Wuchang came from the ancient sword sect, which was ranked second in the last Ten Thousand Gates Conference. Not unusual.

But Han Feng, at this moment, made people feel extremely surprised. According to folk rumors, Han Feng has no school, no background, just an ordinary person, but such an ordinary young man possesses prefecture-level martial arts that ordinary people can only look up to. How can this not make people feel surprised.

Blocking the impermanent sword, Han Feng looked calm, his right hand fought with the long sword, his left fist was clenched tightly, his arm muscles agitated, and he concentrated his strength to punch out.This is Han Feng's punch with all his physical strength.

The shadow of the fist pierced through the air, even the sleeves snapped, and it flew across the air as fast as lightning, and went straight to Jian Wuchang's chest.

Looking at the fist that was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, Jian Wuchang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately slapped out a palm, and the surging true energy quickly condensed in his palm, forming gang qi.

"Break the palm!"

A faint golden light diffused from the palm of Jian Wuchang, which turned into a golden palm print that was half the size of a human being. Then, with a bang, the air exploded, and it ruthlessly met Han Feng's fist.

"boom!"

In the sky, the bright golden light suddenly turned into thousands of golden lights and scattered in all directions. The terrifying loud noise was even more violent than the two swords colliding before.

"break!"

The golden light burst out, Jian Wuchang's eyes were extremely sharp, the golden palm print dissipated under his gaze, and Han Feng's fist was blocked back.

When the golden palm shadow shattered, Han Feng let out a slight hum of pain, and a flush flashed across his face. He didn't expect that Jian Wuchang had a set of earth-level palm techniques, and he could use two palms at the same time. A set of earth-level martial arts.

So, being caught off guard, he still suffered a big loss. Fortunately, on the one hand, his body is extremely strong; , he was only slightly injured.

"What a strong body!"

Everyone exclaimed in their hearts, Han Feng actually used his physical body to withstand the palm of the earth-level martial arts without being damaged. How terrifying is this physical strength?
At the edge of the martial arts arena, Ye Jian'an was equally astonished. He was not the young generation who knew little about it. He knew very well how few physical exercises were practiced.How could Han Feng not be surprised that Han Feng possessed the cultivation method of body cultivation, and his cultivation level was not shallow?

"So strong!"

Although Han Feng was repelled with one palm, Jian Wuchang was equally astonished in his heart. Immediately, he shouted loudly and slapped out another palm. The golden palm shadow reappeared and blasted directly at Han Feng. The power of this palm , Compared with before, it is much stronger. If Han Feng is photographed with that mighty aura, even with his strong body, it is estimated that it will be enough.

The golden palm shadow was extremely swift and fierce, and there was no way to dodge it. Han Feng suddenly tightened the Panlong Sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword.

"boom!"

The extremely condensed and unparalleled sharpness of the sword energy bombarded the golden palm shadow heavily, splitting one part into two.

"Whizzing!"

Two palm shadows whizzed past him, one left and one right, and the whistling wind blew Han Feng's hair flying, and the hem of his clothes fluctuated violently.

"Xuan Yin Han Ice Palm!"

The Dragon Sword in Han Feng's hand disappeared in an instant, and then he waved his palms, a violent cold air spread around his body, and immediately brought a trace of cold air, blasting towards Jian Wuchang.

"sword!"

Jian Wuchang let out a low cry, and the ancient sword in his hand surged with true energy, widening the blade a lot. On the tip of the sword, a half-meter-long sword gang danced with the sword body, bringing out a half-moon-shaped light, A sword cut horizontally towards Han Feng.

With Han Feng's current strength, if he used talisman paper or secondary soul, he could easily win. However, facing Jian Wuchang, who was at the same level as himself, what Han Feng wanted was to defeat him head-on.

This is the arrogance in the cultivator's heart, and it is the adherence to one's own cultivation path. Only the strong will have such a mentality. The strong have an extremely firm heart and are even more confident in their own strength.

If it was a life-and-death fight, of course Han Feng would not insist on it like this, but this was a competition, and he had to defeat him head-on, so as to strengthen his strong heart and make his heart as firm as a rock and unshakable.

The sword that was slashed out almost covered the range of five or six meters in front of Han Feng. There was no way to hide. A palm blasted at Jian Wuchang.

On the ground, seeing Han Feng dare to jump up, Jian Wuchang's eyes moved slightly, and he was on guard in his heart. Innate cultivators cannot walk against the wind, and it is inevitable that they will be inconvenient to move in the air. put yourself in danger.

However, although he was alert in his heart, Jian Wuchang kept holding on to it, and it was too late for the ancient sword to take it back, so he immediately slammed out the same palm, and the golden palm shadow appeared again.

"In terms of swordsmanship, you and I are comparable in martial arts, but in terms of palm technique, you are inferior. Why don't you admit defeat and recharge your batteries. You should know that victory or defeat in a match is nothing."

Jian Wuchang said coldly, this sentence is the longest sentence Han Feng has said since he saw him.

In fact, the reason why he said this was out of helplessness. The continuous use of earth-level martial arts would consume him a lot. If he continued to consume Han Feng like this, the subsequent battles would be extremely unfavorable to him.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, but this match is very important to me." Han Feng chuckled, and the cold air gathered in his palm quickly, and then a ball of cold air blasted out, facing Jian Wuchang's golden palm print.

"Snapped!"

There was a sound like a burst of bubbles, and the cloud of cold air that Han Feng shot out was instantly annihilated by the golden palm print, and the golden palm print was exhausted, flying straight to the distance, and it didn't dissipate until dozens of meters away.

"Oops!"

Jian Wuchang's face changed drastically, and he screamed in his heart. He had already seen that Han Feng's palm was a bluff, so Han Feng's ultimate move would definitely follow.

The ancient sword in his hand rotated 180 degrees in the palm, and then turned into an anti-hand grip. The sword body leaned on the arm, bent back to the arm, and cut it out horizontally.

"laugh!"

A sword cut through the air, and there was a soft sound of the blade cutting through the air, and Jian Wuchang's expression changed again. He knew that Han Feng would never have no backup.

"Epiphyllum!"

Those two soft words made Jian Wuchang's face turn pale in an instant.

There was no sound, no energy fluctuations, a bronze long sword appeared out of thin air, and it was placed on Jian Wuchang's neck without hindrance. The slightly cold sword energy made all the goose bumps on Jian Wuchang's neck.

The body maintains the posture of swinging the sword, not daring to move a little, the sword can take half a point, and it will kill him.

"Epiphyllum Sword Jue, a Xuan-level intermediate martial skill, but you have lost." Han Feng withdrew his long sword, turned around and left, and faint words came from his mouth.

"I actually lost!"

Jian Wuchang had a complicated look on his face. He had just said that Han Feng was inferior to him in terms of martial arts. Just a short while later, Han Feng told him with iron-like facts that the level of martial arts is not the only one.

"Jian Wuchang, defeated!"

The hearts of all the people sitting here trembled. Has Han Feng's strength turned out to be so strong?
In this battle, the strength displayed by Han Feng was too shocking!Firstly, the ground-level swordsmanship is on par with Jian Wuchang; then it is the strong body, which resists the ground-level palm technique with physical strength and remains undefeated; finally, it is the control of the battle, which defeats Jian Wuchang with extraordinary ingenuity.

Looking at these individually, maybe many people in the field can do it?But the combination of the three seems to be commendable.

Then, Ye Zitian fought against Feng Wuji, but Feng Wuji conceded defeat.

Tangxizhu fought Mo Xiyu, but Mo Xiyu conceded defeat.

Qu Xiugu fought against Xing Long, Qu Xiugu was a newcomer to the third level of Xiantian after all, and lost to Xing Long who was already at the third level of Xiantian.

Finally, Qian Rumeng, because she fought one more time before, everyone has fought this time, and this round, she has a bye.

……

In the No.20 round, Han Feng only had Qian, Tang, Qu, and Ye to choose from, so he ordered Tangxizhu, and Tangxizhu felt that he was invincible and surrendered.

Ye Zitian was in the same situation as Han Feng, he chose Qu Xiugu, but Qu Xiugu conceded.

Jian Wuchang challenges Feng Wuji, but Feng Wuji admits defeat.

Xing Long challenged Mo Xiyu, and Xing Long won.

In the end, it was Qian Rumeng again. In desperation, she had no choice but to choose Tangxizhu and admit defeat.

……

In the second round of No.20, Han Feng challenged Qian Rumeng, but Qian Rumeng conceded.

Ye Zitian fought Tangxizhu, but Tangxizhu conceded defeat.

Jian Wuchang fights Mo Xiyu, Mo Xiyu admits defeat

Xing Long fought against Feng Wuji, but Feng Wuji conceded defeat.

In the end, Qu Xiugu fought Qian Rumeng, and Qian Rumeng conceded defeat.

……

In the third round of No.20, Han Feng fought against Qu Xiugu, and Qu Xiugu conceded defeat.

Ye Zitian fought Qian Rumeng, but Qian Rumeng conceded defeat.

Jian Wuchang fought against Tangxi Zhu, and Tangxi Zhu fought against him, but lost in the end.

Xing Long fights against Qian Rumeng, but Qian Rumeng admits defeat.

Feng Wuji fought Mo Xiyu, Feng Wuji lost.

……

The No.20 round is also the last round of qualifying.

Han Feng walked out of the queue with a smile on his face, and set his sights on the last opponent - Ye Zitian. This battle will determine the No.1 of this competition.

In fact, if it wasn't for the system mission, Han Feng would just admit defeat. The reputation of first and second is not attractive to him, but the system mission is forcing him here, and he has no choice.

"I surrender!"

Just when everyone was expecting this great battle, unexpectedly, Ye Zitian, the head of the top ten sons, conceded defeat, and Han Feng won without a fight.

Looking at Ye Zitian in surprise, Han Feng smiled wryly, he owed this favor.

Next, Qian Rumeng fought Xing Long, but Qian Rumeng was defeated.

Tangxi Zhu fought Qu Xiugu, Qu Xiugu conceded defeat.

Jian Wuchang fought Xing Long, and Xing Long conceded defeat.

……

After all 25 players fought, the qualifying match was completely over, and the rankings had already been determined.

　The third one arrives.Crow suddenly discovered that yesterday just passed was Crow’s birthday, and he was so busy coding that he even forgot his own birthday. It’s such a sad reminder, so I can only ask for comfort from fellow book friends. yes, where?

　　
　
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