Peerless Martial Soul

However, only Pu Xingzhou, with a strange smile on his face, whispered to himself: "Let's take a look!"

Guan Tianhan roared: "Boy, die!"

At this moment, facing the powerful offensive like the Thunder Prison Forest, the Qingtao Sword Sect disciple took a deep breath, his face showing a touch of decisiveness.

Then, his long sword suddenly changed, from the dignified and square just now, it suddenly became open and closed, full of awe-inspiring domineering.

It is as if at this moment, what he held was an emperor's sword.

The whole person is full of imperial domineering.

Then, the sword in his hand turned, he became upright and full of atmosphere, just like an emperor commanding the world and commanding tens of thousands of troops.

As his sword pierced one after another, huge sword formations one after another were formed in the air.

With every sword swung, a sword formation appeared in front of him. In a blink of an eye, dozens of sword formations surrounded him, protecting him from top to bottom.

It seems that he is the emperor, and with every wave of his hand, a large army guards him.

In a blink of an eye, those dozens of sword formations and dozens of large armies guarded him tightly and guarded them.

Those thunder forests fell fiercely, and the long sword offensive collided with his sword formation!

Boom boom boom!

The Thunder Prison Forest continued to shatter, and it was smashed to pieces on the sword formation, and the sword formation was unharmed, still as solid as a rock!

Seeing this scene, Guan Tianhan was stupid.

He yelled in disbelief, "How could it be possible? My, mine, but a second-rank Xuan-level martial skill!"

"You can't even break your sword, what kind of sword is you? How can it be so scary?"

Yuan Xingchen and Duan Hongru are also full of disbelief.

Yuan Xingchen suddenly got up, staring at the Qingtao Sword Sect disciple with a serious face.

And those Qingtao Sword Sect disciples were even more shocked than them, and exclaimed: "Emperor Sword Technique!"

"This is the emperor's swordsmanship, this is our sect's sword, the emperor's swordsmanship! Has it been practiced by him?"

"The head master said that none of us is qualified to practice this emperor's swordsmanship. I didn't expect it to be taught to him secretly?"

Many people were shocked.

Then, the shock turned into jealousy, his expression extremely complicated.

And even Liu Bojian had an indescribable expression on his face.

He has always regarded himself as the most outstanding disciple of the Qingtao Sword Sect, but even so, he has not been awarded the emperor's swordsmanship.

But I didn't expect that this emperor's swordsmanship was taught by the master master to such a little-known disciple who was not in his eyes.

He has mixed Chen Feng in his heart.

But he also had to admit that Fan Fenghua, a disciple of the Qingtao Sword Sect, was qualified!

He felt that when he faced him, he might not even be an opponent.

"Do not!"

A voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "It's not that it may not be an opponent, but it must not be an opponent!"

"This Fan Fenghua, he hides too deeply."

"My Junior Brother Fan, how terrifying is your strength?"

There was endless waves in his eyes.

A smile appeared at the corner of Pu Xingzhou's mouth: "Fan Fenghua, as expected, I didn't misunderstand you, you are the real hidden person."

At this time, the battle situation in the field is already stalemate to the extreme.

The boundless thunder forest fell, but it was useless at all.

Guan Tianhan was anxious and let out a crazy roar, urging all his strength.

The Thunder Hell Forest suddenly expanded, becoming several times larger than before, and almost reached the edge of the ring.

Fortunately, on the edge of the ring, a huge circular gas shield covered it like an inverted bowl, covering the ground of the high platform.

This gas mask, showing a faint white color, is very thick, and it feels like it cannot be penetrated no matter how bombarded it is!

The power of the Thunder Prison Forest is stronger than before, and there are more in number, but there is still no way to help Fan Fenghua.

Fan Fenghua's imperial swordsmanship keeps the surroundings airtight.

Even later, he stood there and didn't move much.

It's just that the tip of the sword shakes occasionally.

An ordinary face, at this time, showed boundless majesty, full of imperial demeanor.

Guan Tianhan became more and more anxious, roaring again and again, thunder and lightning continued to slash.

The sword is crazy, but it has no effect.

Later, his eyes were red, and his eyes were crazy, and he almost lost his reason.

Yuan Xingchen sighed and leaned heavily on the back of the chair: "Guan Tianhan, I lost."

"Yes, Guan Tianhan is defeated!" All the discerning people can see clearly.

His defeat is only a matter of time.

But at this moment, as another Thunder Hell Forest fell, suddenly Fan Fenghua's eyes flashed.

The figure that had been standing there almost stagnated, but suddenly it was like a sharp off-string arrow, and it shot out in a straight line.

Then, he fell directly in front of Guan Tianhan, fiercely pressing down the long sword in his hand.

The speed is not fast, but it is full of infinite strength.

It's like the same sword picking up a big mountain!

Guan Tianhan felt that his body was sealed, and he couldn't even resist.

With a bang, he was crushed directly and fell heavily on the ring.

He couldn't even support him, his knees softened, and he knelt to the ground with two bangs.

Fan Fenghua stood in front of him with a long sword on his shoulder.

Guan Tianhan roared again and again, screaming frantically, trying to break free.

However, he couldn't move it.

Fan Fenghua's long sword has brought him endless pressure!

At this moment, Yuan Xingchen stood up suddenly, stared at Guan Tianhan coldly, and shouted, "Guan Tianhan, what are you still struggling with?"

"You have already lost, what are you still struggling to do? Can't you admit defeat honestly? Don't shame us anymore!"

Guan Tianhan was struck by lightning, his face flushed red, and endless resentment flashed in his eyes.

But he knelt there honestly and didn't dare to move anymore.

Pu Xingzhou stood up, laughed and said: "In this competition, Qingtao Sword School Fan Fenghua won!"

Fan Fenghua withdrew his sword, smiled slightly, looked at Guan Tianhan and said in a deep voice, "I have accepted it."

Although he was victorious at this time, he didn't mean to be arrogant. On the contrary, the whole person was very calm and gentle.

Guan Tianhan stared at him coldly, and walked towards the high platform without a word.

He felt that he had lost his face.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang in the distance, and there was the sound of the gate building collapsing.

Then everyone looked there.

I saw that the towering gatehouse had been razed to the ground.

Zhao Xingjian roared: "What's the matter? Why did the gate of my City Lord's Mansion collapse?"

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