Chapter 139: The End of the Song

The tune is getting higher and higher, and at the end, the tune is so fast that it makes people feel like vomiting blood.

Han Feng's complexion turned red and then turned white, and he was obviously struggling, and the clothes on his body were twisting with the sound waves.

Han Feng looked as if he was constipated, his expression was painful, and he couldn't move when he wanted to.

The tune suddenly stopped, at the most exhilarating moment, it stopped abruptly.

Lu Fan frowned slightly, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Many disciples of the Mingxin Academy present had blood dripping from the corners of their mouths. This is the point of the sonic martial arts, it covers a wide range, and the entire Zhengxin Hall's students have been affected.

Han Feng leaned forward in an instant, as if about to spit it out.

But at this moment, the flute sounded again.

Three strange ripples, following the sound, hit Han Feng's body like waves.

Immediately, the clothes on Han Feng's body were shattered, and he seemed to be unable to stand still.

But at this moment, Han Feng showed an aura of breaking the boat, his body clothes burst, and his self-destructive strength forced him to stand firm.

The three ripples that hit him were broken and eliminated by him.

His body shook for a while, and Han Feng's clothes exploded, exposing his strong upper body.

After all, one is a martial artist, well-proportioned and muscular, that is a must. A trace of blood oozed from the pores of Han Feng's body.

Lu Fan couldn't help feeling slightly worried.

This kind of self-explosion will definitely hurt the internal organs.

For warriors, trauma is actually not terrible. Especially many wounds on the limbs, which look like bloody wounds, in fact, only need to apply some medicinal materials, or take a pill, and it will be fine in two days.

If you are afraid, you are afraid of internal injuries. Once the root is injured, it will be a big trouble, and it is not impossible to cripple the whole person.

Man Yan was frightened by Han Feng's actions, and the song stopped suddenly.

Covering his small mouth with one hand, he looked at Han Feng.

Looking up, Han Feng said with a sinister smile, "Is it over? It seems that I won."

Man Yan gritted his jade teeth lightly and said, "Actually, there is still the last paragraph. It's just you..."

Han Feng opened his mouth and said, "There is still the last part! Come on, come on, the song is about to be finished. What kind of words are there!"

Man Yan was a little undecided, she seemed to be afraid that Han Feng in front of her would die in front of her after the last verse was played.

Turning her head, Man Yan glanced at Master Wuchou. But found that Master Wuchou looked extremely calm.

Manyan settled down, and brought the jade flute to his mouth again.

The sound of the flute sounded, and the sound wave was turbulent. The sound was like a whisper in the ear, and then turned into an iron horse.

Unpredictable, yet surprisingly pleasing to the ear.

In the faint dream, the years flow like water. A song chasing the soul, can not express many worries.

Lu Fan was attracted, this is Youmeng Chaser.

Captivating the soul, breaking the energy, and killing the vitality are really powerful martial arts, at least above the prefecture level.

Lu Fan relied on Wuji to refine his mind and stabilize his mind, which ensured that he would not be disturbed by Youmeng Chaser.

But Han Feng seemed to be stuck in it, his eyes were empty, he looked straight at Man Yan, wishing to leave three thousand feet of saliva.

Seeing this, Man Yan knew that he had won. The opponent was completely controlled, and she only needed a strong voice to knock him down.

Man Yan's strength slowly subsided, she had already started to stop, killing people is always bad.

But at this moment, Han Feng made a strange statement.

"Senior Sister Manyan, I like you, please give me a baby."

Immediately, the audience was in an uproar. Lu Fan and the others opened their mouths even wider, as if an apple had been stuffed.

"Han Feng, are you crazy?"

Chu Xing was the first to call out.

Eldest brother burst out laughing, the laughter sounded like he was going to die the next moment.

The other students of Mingxin Academy exploded even more. Especially the few male students who stood up halfway. Pointing at Han Feng, he said, "The prodigal son, is he looking for death?"

A group of female students opened their mouths wide in shock. How could this Han Feng of the Yuanyuan be so unrestrained, Senior Sister Manyan was about to lose her temper.

Sure enough, in an instant, Man Yan blushed.

The whole face was as if it had been baked, it was so red that it wanted to smoke.

"shameless!"

Man Yan's strength suddenly soared by 30% at this moment, and his anger made Man Yan burst out with more strength than usual.

The sound of the song became chilling in an instant, this is the most terrifying killing move of Youmeng Chaser, the sound of ghosts devouring the heart!

With a sound, the floor under his feet and the strength of his body exploded.

Terrible ripples and rays of light directly enveloped Han Feng.

It wasn't until Ripple was approaching that Han Feng came back to his senses, and his face was stunned for a moment.

Boom boom boom!

Continuous explosions sounded on Han Feng.

Han Feng spurted blood like a rainbow, and fell forward. At the critical moment, Yi grasped the Clear Water Changtian Sword to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

Man Yan looked at Han Feng proudly with anger in his eyes. Lu Fan, Chu Xing, and Chu Tian were all relieved to see that Han Feng was still holding the Bishui Changtian Sword tightly.

"It's fine if you don't die!"

Lu Fan nodded.

Chu Xingdao: "This injury is nothing to Junior Brother Han Feng, it's nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about."

Chu Tian said: "He finally paid the price for his bad mouth. It's so cool to see, are you sure you really finished eating the jerky?"

The elder brother closed his eyes and rested his mind, the victory of this match has been decided.

Master Qing and Master Daoguang watched calmly, without moving their eyelids from the beginning to the end.

Master Wuchou next to him was startled when he saw Manyan get angry just now, and was ready to stop Manyan. Seeing Han Feng's injuries all over his body now, he couldn't bear it.

Turning his head to look at Yiqing and Daoguang, he found that these two masters were very calm, as if the one who was seriously injured below was not a student of their Yuanyuan.

Wuchou couldn't help but said: "Yiqing, Daoguang, don't you take your student back to heal his injuries? I think he is seriously injured. Besides, the winner has already been decided."

Yiqing smiled and said, "The injury is serious? That is for others. For Han Feng, this injury can only be regarded as daily practice."

When Master Wuchou heard the words, he was ready to scold Yiqing's cold eyes angrily, as a master, he couldn't do this.

But thinking about it, Wuchou thought of something, and said softly, "Han Feng? You mean, he belongs to the Han family..."

Master Yiqing smiled and nodded.

Master Wuchou had a strange look on his face, and the way he looked at Han Feng changed. It turned out to be a boy from the Han family, that's how it was.

Then this little injury is really nothing. The pervert of that family is said to be reborn from a drop of blood.

Man Yan looked at Han Feng coldly and said, "You lost."

Han Feng raised his head, looked at Man Yan with blood on his face, grinned and said, "Why did I lose? I only lose if I fall to the ground. Am I still falling to the ground? Look, I can still stand up."

Said, Han Feng slowly got up.

He actually stood up.

Standing up again, Han Feng looked at Man Yan and said, "The song is over, you lost."