Chapter 330

Bang!

Ning fan did not move.

Han Feng's body shook.

Han Feng did not continue to attack, but awe inspiring said: "you really hide very deep."

In a flash, an overwhelming momentum erupted from Han Feng, and the fallen leaves on the ground were excited by the air flow and could not help spinning up.

The leaves rose between their eyes.

Whoosh!

A hand knife, leaves from the break into two pieces, a sharp blade of air blowing from the face.

With a wave of his hand, Ning fan's vitality surged out.

Bang!

Two streams of air collided in the air.

Ning fan has the same style. He cuts it with a hand knife and takes Han Feng's head. This knife is fierce and has the power of autumn wind to cut the fallen leaves.

Han Feng only felt a pain in his forehead. It seemed that there was really a knife to split his head. His heart was cold and he jumped to one side.

Zheng!

A sword scabbard sound, saw a flash of cold light, sharp blade facing Ning fan's hand.

"Eh, you are the master of making swords."

Ning fan noticed that there was a knife sheath protruding slightly at the collar of the other person's back. If he didn't pay attention to it, he wouldn't find it at all.

When!

Ning fan changes his hand knife into a palm. He claps it on the back of the knife. He jumps to Han Feng's head.

Although this palm is also like wind and electricity, its power is totally different from that before because it has broken through to the fourth level.

The thunder roared, the wind whirled, and the fallen leaves swayed. They gathered an inch outside Ning fan's palm, as if there was an invisible attraction. They firmly absorbed the fallen leaves and gradually formed a palm.

Whoosh!

The palm formed by the fallen leaves came out of the body, as if one real palm was patted on the top of Han Feng's head, while the other real palm came with him, with the power of thunder.

Strong wind blows on his face, Han Feng can hardly open his eyes. It seems that his eyeballs are acupunctured, causing abnormal pain. However, this pain is not unbearable for Han Feng.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it intently. The two palms above his head were like meteorites outside the sky, mixed with a majestic atmosphere.

Click!

The hard ground was chapped and his feet sank immediately.

Shua!

As soon as the light of the knife flashed, the flower of the knife soared into the sky, as bright as snow, mixed with a crazy bloody gas.

Bang!

It's like a giant ship crashing into a reef and exploding. The palm formed by the fallen leaves is scattered and the fallen leaves are flying. However, the powerful force contained in the fallen leaves almost breaks the knife when it bends.

Han Feng's heart was shaken, and his arm could not help shaking.

Puchi!

The sleeves split in an instant, revealing the naked arm. The blue tendons on the arm are exposed, and the muscles are high convex. It is extremely ferocious, but it contains infinite power.

He clenched his teeth, his wrist trembled, and the light of the knife whirled, which counteracted the terrible force and saved his sword.

But his heart is in the lament, he never expected the seemingly weak Ning fan burst out of the strength should be so overbearing, can be called adverse.

He knew that he had lost Jingzhou and capsized today.

Ning fan is really hidden. His previous boasting seems so ridiculous. He can't help regretting that he hasn't met such a young master for many years, which makes him proud.

Pride can be fatal.

For today's Han Feng, that's the case. Han Feng doesn't want to give up his life here, so he has to fight. He is full of reluctance and resentment. He has to fight.

Roar!

He roared up to the sky like a stubborn beast, determined and desolate, and let the fallen leaves beat on his face. The leaves were like sharp blades, leaving bloodstains on his cheek, which made him look terrible, and made the killing and blood around him more and more intense.

Dong Xuan's delicate face is full of shock. She had been shocked when she saw Jian Chi's hand, but now she realized that Ning fan's strength was more unfathomable.

He did not have the fierce determination of sword mania, but showed a majestic atmosphere. In front of him, he was like a little ant. He was a high mountain, and he wanted to look up to him.

No wonder the sword maniac will be eaten to death by him.

Dong Xuan suddenly understood why the chairman of the board of directors repeatedly told her to cooperate with Hao Ning fan. He was hiding too much. Under his cynical appearance, he was hiding absolute strength.

Only in this way can people feel that he is not pretending to be forced, but low-key, really low-key.

With this in mind, Dong Xuan's confidence in the mission of this trip has increased a lot.

Li Po Jun's tiger eyes are slightly awe inspiring. He gradually finds that the gap between himself and Ning fan is so big that he is afraid that he will throw him further in the future.

He is not jealous, but happy. He regards Ning fan as his brother. The stronger Ning fan is, the happier he is.

Of course, at the moment, the most complicated mind is sword mania. She wants to become a chemical sword and defeat Ning fan. But now she found herself more and more distant from this goal.

Ning fan's kungfu is really fast. It's only a few days before his Kungfu has made such a miraculous progress.

She really couldn't figure out how he practiced. She followed him every day and basically didn't see him practice, but his martial arts were advancing rapidly unconsciously.

She can't help remembering Huang Fengtu's coveting of his kung fu. Yes, if there is such magical Kung Fu in her body, it's really like heaven's help.

Although she is not reconciled, she has to admit that if they fight again, how long she can hold on is really unknown.

At this time, Han Feng is more uncomfortable than Jian Chi. His eyes are still facing the sky. In the pupil, another palm comes one after another, which is powerful.

He roared hard, holding the handle firmly in his hands, pointed to the sky and chopped down with endless blood.

The blow seemed to split the sky, and the air was crackling with domineering force.

Han Feng doesn't know whether this blow will have an effect, but whether it has an effect or not, he has to fight hard, because he can smell the smell of death from his awe inspiring hand.

In the face of death, he also has instinctive fear and survival instinct from the bottom of his heart.

The blade is as bright as the sun.

But he did not hear the expected sound of the blade into the body, he found that the blade did not move, motionless, as if suppressed by the rock.

He was frightened to find that Ning fan had clamped the blade with a pair of meat palms, and the blazing blade didn't cause any damage to his skin.

Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a special breath. Between the meat palm and the blade, a strong force wrapped the blade, so the blade turned into wood without any threat.

In his heart, he was shocked that the other side had such deep skill and powerful Qi, which could be called the skill of a man who has been practicing for 50 or 60 years.