"How is that possible?!"
Chu Feng raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with incredible horror.
In the past half month, with the help of the weird Blood Demon Technique, he devoured dozens of warriors, and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. Not only did he break through to the late stage of the fifth level in one fell swoop, he was not the first to enter.
Internal Qi is far more powerful than before, and he thinks he can crush Fang Han, avenging his previous shame!
But in that confrontation just now, he clearly felt that Fang Han's Internal Qi was not only not inferior to him at all, but was more condensed, thicker, and more domineering!
That kind of qualitative and quantitative pressure made him feel unshakable!
'How could his progress... be faster than mine?!'
Chu Feng roared in his heart, a mixture of humiliation, jealousy and incomprehensible anger that instantly overwhelmed his reason.
He couldn't accept that the surge in strength he had paid a huge price for was still at a disadvantage in front of Fang Han.
'I have grown up quite a lot, and I should have had some adventures, but...'
Unlike Chu Feng, who was frightened and angry, Fang Han's eyes were calm and unruffled.
Chu Feng's improvement was indeed huge, so much that he was a little surprised. He must have had some kind of adventure.
It's just that the other party's improvement is great, but his improvement is even greater!
Under One Hundred Twenty-Eightfold Root Bone Talent Amplification, <Mystic Wind Art>'s cultivation efficiency is terrifying. Not only has his cultivation level also broken through to the late fifth stage, but he has also made solid progress towards the peak of the late stage!
This is only an improvement in Internal Qi's cultivation. He also gained considerable improvement in Sword Technique and Body Movement.
Especially on Sword Technique, <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> is only one step away from the mysterious "Proficiency Realm" level. Its power and changes are not comparable to those half a month ago.
Under such circumstances, Chu Feng's desire to overpower him with his cultivation is naturally a wishful thinking.
'I don't believe it! How can I be inferior to you after practicing magic for half a month?'
Chu Feng's face was distorted, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, he let out a beast-like roar, and his sanity was swallowed up by crazy obsession.
The aura around him suddenly became violent and chaotic, Crimson Pattern Sword was full of blood, Sword Technique became crazy and cruel, and his moves were inseparable from Fang Han's vital points. It was a completely life-threatening fighting style.
The sword wind roared, carrying a bloody and evil aura that corroded the mind, as if it was going to tear Fang Han into pieces.
"Huh--"
Fang Han snorted coldly and unfolded <Windcloud Escape>, his figure erratic like a ghost.
He shuttles freely among the bloody sword shadows in the sky, avoiding fatal attacks every time when there is no time to strike.
At the same time, Flowing Wind Sword turned into a series of green giants. The sword moves were simple and sharp, but they contained the ultimate truth of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords>Minor Accomplishment.
The terrifying power seemed to tear the sky apart, easily blocking Chu Feng's violent attack and launching a fatal counterattack.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding... boom! boom!"
The two swords struck each other quickly, the sound of collision was as dense as rain, and the explosion of energy clashing was endless.
The red and dark green light flashed wildly on Combat Platform, intertwined, and annihilated, and the shock waves generated by the collision spread out one after another.
Combat Platform was completely destroyed, with rubble scattered everywhere.
From a distance, it looks like one after another of green and red death fireworks blooming on the stage. They are extremely beautiful, but contain deadly murderous intent.
However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that although Chu Feng is aggressive in the scene, it is completely dominated by Fang Han.
In front of Fang Han's exquisite Sword Technique and Body Movement, Chu Feng's crazy attack seemed futile and clumsy.
"Tsk!"
A condensed cyan Sword Qi penetrated the bloody sword curtain, leaving a blood mark on Chu Feng's left shoulder. Even though the soft armor removed some of the force, blood still flowed out.
"Poof!"
Another sword slashed across Chu Feng's ribs, bringing up a stream of blood.
Chu Feng groaned again and again, the wounds on his body continued to increase, his breath began to become disordered, and his failure was revealed.
After dozens of moves, Chu Feng was covered in blood and looked like a madman, but he still could not restore his decline.
"It's over."
A cold light flashed in Fang Han's eyes, and Flowing Wind Sword let out a scream like a tearing silk!
"Tide Surge" Divine Treasury in the body is stimulated, Internal Qi explodes instantly, and the exquisite changes in <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> are displayed brazenly.
The cyan sword's light was like electricity, piercing Chu Feng's chest, which was slightly open due to swinging the sword!
Chu Feng was horrified and quickly tried to block Crimson Pattern Sword across his chest.
But the speed of Fang Han's sword was too fast. Before he could take action, the tip of the sword had already stabbed hard into his chest.
"Bang!"
A dull loud noise!
Chu Feng The Internal Qi defense on the body's surface was shattered like paper, and the robe on his chest exploded, revealing the silver soft armor shining with light inside.
Although the soft armor once again blocked the direct cutting of the sword, the terrifying power that penetrated his body was firmly blasted into his body.
"Wow--!"
Chu Feng As if being violently trampled by an ancient giant elephant, his eyes suddenly protruded, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
The whole person flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the edge of the ring.
He struggled to get up, but he spurted several mouthfuls of blood and his face turned golden.
His breath suddenly became extremely weak. It was obvious that his internal organs had been severely damaged and he would no longer have the strength to fight in a short period of time.
The victory or defeat has been decided!
Fang Han, win again!
Moreover, compared to the battle half a month ago, the victory was easier and more complete!
All the disciples who were watching, whether they were supporting Fang Han or secretly expecting Chu Feng to make a comeback, all had their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide at this moment.
Chu Feng's progress in the past half month is obvious to all. His cultivation has reached the late stage of the fifth level, and it is not inconsistent, far more than half a month ago.
Everyone thinks that this will be a battle between dragons and tigers, and many people even think that Chu Feng has a greater chance of winning.
However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations!
Fang Han not only won, but he won so neatly.
From beginning to end, he seemed to be doing it with ease, as if Chu Feng's amazing progress was just a joke in front of him!
"Gudong..."
I don't know who swallowed hard, but it seemed particularly clear in this extreme silence.
"Fang... Senior Brother Fang wins again!"
"Chu Feng Senior Brother has obviously become so much stronger, why is he still..." in front of Senior Brother Fang?
"The gap... the gap seems to be even bigger!"
"Senior Brother Fang's progress... is so terrifying!"
After a short period of dead silence, there was a loud explosion!
The exclamations, admirations, and discussions were intertwined and deafening.
Countless eyes focused on Fang Han on the stage, filled with indescribable awe.
Fang Han slowly sheathed his sword and glanced calmly at Chu Feng, who was struggling to get up in the audience, his face covered with blood, and his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness.
He didn't speak, but that silent indifference was more impactful than any words.
He took a step and walked off the ring.
Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically separated into a wide passage, and all the disciples looked at him with awe and admiration.
Within Chu Feng's Courtyard, Quiet Room.
The strong smell of medicine mixed with a faint smell of blood filled the air.
Chu Feng was sitting on the futon, his face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped clean.
The violent ups and downs in his chest gradually subsided, but the bursts of cramping pain coming from his internal organs and the feeling of emptiness and stagnation in the meridians all over his body reminded him of the tragic defeat just now.
Chu Chong stood aside with his hands down, not daring to breathe, his face full of worry and fear.
He carefully handed over a glass of warm water and whispered, "Cousin, drink some water..."
"Get out!"
Chu Feng waved his hand violently and knocked the water glass to the ground. The sound of shattering porcelain pieces was particularly harsh in the silence of Quiet Room.
His chest heaved violently and his eyes were bloodshot. It was a sign of extreme humiliation, unwillingness and incomprehensible mania.
"Why... why is this happening?!"
He growled, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.
He took the risk of being ruined and ruined, secretly practicing the treacherous and domineering <Blood Demon Technique>.
Relying on his evil method of devouring the essence, blood and soul of warriors, his cultivation level soared all the way, breaking through to the late fifth level like a broken bamboo.
He is confident that he can easily trample Fang Han under his feet and avenge his shame.
But reality gave him a blow in the head!
Fang Han's strength improved even faster than him who had practiced instant magic skills! It was even more terrifying!
Just now Combat Platform, the feeling of being completely suppressed, as if facing an insurmountable mountain, lingered in his mind like a nightmare.
The opponent's Internal Qi was so condensed and pure, majestic and vast, that it was even better than his Internal Qi that was forcibly improved through magic power.
Sword Technique is even more unbelievably fierce, even if he tries his best, he can't resist it.
This is totally unreasonable!
How can a warrior who practices normally make progress faster than himself who practices magic?
Unless...
An absurd and dark thought crept into his chaotic mind like a poisonous snake.
Unless, Fang Han also practices magic!
That's why his strength can advance by leaps and bounds faster than him.
"Yes... it must be so!"
Chu Feng's eyes flashed with a crazy light, as if he had found a reason to explain everything.
The more he thought about it, the more possible it became.
"He must have practiced magic!"
This realization that "everyone is drunk and I am alone sober" made the guilt and fear in his heart strangely lessen a lot, and was replaced by a fierceness that broke the jar.
"A few dozen people are not enough... then use a hundred people! If a hundred people are not enough, then use two hundred or three hundred people!"
Chu Feng's eyes flashed with a frightening red light, which was a sign that <Blood Demon Technique> was operating to the extreme and his mind was being eroded by the desire to kill and devour.
"The more warriors you devour, the faster your cultivation will improve. Fang Han, you can improve quickly with magic power, and so can I, Chu Feng! And I will be more ruthless and faster than you!"
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Chu Chong, his voice was cold and emotionless.
"Go get Qingfeng Jade Dew Pellet!"
He ordered in a cold voice.
He must treat his injuries as soon as possible, then leave the sect and start hunting warriors as soon as possible.
"Okay, cousin."
Chu Chong didn't dare to say any more, so he quickly bowed down and hurriedly went to get Danyao.
In Quiet Room, only Chu Feng is left.
He slowly closed his eyes and forced to operate <Blood Demon Technique>, guiding the mixed but majestic blood Internal Qi in his body to slowly nourish the damaged meridians and internal organs.
Waves of cold and evil air flowed through the body, causing tingling and numbness, as well as a twisted sense of pleasure.
His expression was sometimes ferocious, sometimes soothing, with a faint blood mist lingering around him, and his aura was strange and unpredictable.