Facing the dozens of crossbow bolts tearing through the air ahead, Han Feng merely stood quietly, not even making a dodging movement.
"Junior Brother Han! Be careful!"
Behind the shield formation, Li Feiyu's heart leapt to his throat, and he couldn't help shouting out loud.
Han Li was different.
He calmly watched this scene.
He understood Han Feng's personality; the latter was definitely not a reckless person.
Knowing that the enemy had military crossbows and still daring to charge the formation alone, he must have had absolute confidence.
The next instant, under everyone's horrified gazes.
Clang clang clang!
A series of dense metal collision sounds rang out.
Those powerful crossbow bolts, strong enough to pierce iron armor, struck Han Feng and unexpectedly seemed to crash into an invisible wall of copper and iron.
The bolts were bounced away one after another, some even shattering their tips and sending sparks flying in all directions.
As for Han Feng, from start to finish, the corner of his clothes hadn't even fluttered once.
Immovable.
"This!"
The Seven Profound Sect disciples behind the shield formation, one and all, were completely dumbfounded.
Using physical flesh to hard-wire a volley of military crossbows?
What kind of External Martial Arts was this?
Golden Bell Shield? Iron Shirt?
Even legendary hard-training kung fu practiced to the extreme shouldn't be this exaggerated!
"How is this possible?"
Above the high slope, Jia Tianlong's roar changed pitch.
His eyes widened round, almost popping out of their sockets.
"How old is he? How could he possibly have such terrifying External Martial Arts cultivation?"
"Not bad, not bad, truly worthy of being a genius who could make that kid Wang Juechu full of endless praise..."
Right at that moment, a leisurely voice came from afar.
Everyone followed the sound, only to see a gray figure stepping through the air.
His Movement Technique was ethereal and carefree, and after a few bounds, he landed lightly in the arena.
The newcomer wore gray clothes and carried an archaic longsword on his back.
At first glance, he appeared to be around thirty or forty years old, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that between his brows settled the worldly vicissitudes of a man of seventy or eighty.
"Ancestor Sword?"
Vice Sect Master Wu exclaimed in shock when he saw the newcomer.
This was the martial arts myth of the previous generation of the Seven Profound Sect, Sect Master Wang Juechu's own martial uncle!
It was said he had long since retired from the pugilistic world for decades!
He was single-mindedly pursuing the Martial Peak.
He never expected him to appear here today!
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust!"
Although Han Feng had never met this person, he had a thorough grasp of the original plot.
He knew that the Seven Profound Sect had three reclusive ancestors, one of whom used a sword, could generate sword qi, and there was also a martial uncle who practiced external martial arts.
He immediately cupped his fists, politely performing a junior's salute.
"Very well, the Han Feng kid, right."
Sword Dust nodded with a smile, his gaze toward Han Feng filled with admiration.
"Your talent is truly astonishing; at such a young age, the strength of this external martial arts cultivation of yours is probably not much different from your Martial Uncle Ancestor!"
"This time when you descended the mountain, that kid Wang Juechu was never at ease, and specifically ran to me to beg for a long time, insisting that I make a trip to this place."
Sword Dust's appearance instantly brought peace of mind to everyone in the Seven Profound Sect.
This was truly a divine pillar of stability!
The three martial brothers had already retired and were intoxicated by martial arts; had they not encountered the threat of annihilation for the Seven Profound Sect, they would never have easily shown themselves.
Even though the Wild Wolf Gang had been steadily nibbling away at the Seven Profound Sect's influence over the years, they couldn't be bothered to care.
Yet this time, Wang Juechu had successfully persuaded him.
For no other reason than because of Han Feng, this once-in-a-millennium peerless genius!
"Han Feng kid, watch this move well!"
Sword Dust smiled proudly, turning his hand to draw the longsword from his back.
Hum!
The longsword left its scabbard, and on the sword body, a white light more than two inches long unexpectedly grew out of thin air.
That white light flickered and shifted, chillingly piercing, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"Sword qi?"
Someone didn't know who it was, shouting with a trembling voice this supreme sword technique that all swordsmen under heaven dreamed of.
With a bang, the entire audience boiled over!
Whether they were Seven Profound Sect disciples or Wild Wolf Gang members, all fell into extreme shock.
Jia Tianlong broke out in cold sweat and his entire body turned ice-cold.
Although he knew the Seven Profound Sect had three old monsters, he never imagined one of them could be terrifying to this extent!
Sword qi!
This was a legendary martial arts realm!
He alone could probably slaughter everyone here!
"Shoot! Shoot them to death for me!"
Jia Tianlong panicked completely, issuing a shrill, blustering scream.
Then, without even looking at the battle, he took several trusted experts at his side and quietly slipped toward the rear.
Sword Dust ignored him, merely standing with his sword in hand, enjoying the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.
He was just about to make a move to properly demonstrate to the junior Han Feng what a senior expert truly was.
Yet right at that moment.
"Martial Uncle Ancestor, look, is it like this?"
Han Feng's calm voice sounded.
Before his words faded, the Seven Profound Sword in his hand clanged out of its scabbard.
A streak of sword qi, far more dazzling and solid than Sword Dust's, abruptly extended from the tip of the sword.
A full half-zhang in length!
That sword qi fluctuated and surged, carrying a terrifying might as if it could sever everything!
The entire Luosha Slope was instantly enveloped by this fierce sword intent.
The smile on Sword Dust's face froze.
He glanced at the terrifying half-zhang-long sword qi in Han Feng's hand, then lowered his head to look at the pitiful two-inch white light on his own sword.
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