Chapter 1127 Confrontation!

Seeing the miserable state of their companions, the bandits around them paused in their frenzied offensive. Many timid bandits were already sneaking back.

When Feng Kuan on the side saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened. He drew out the long sword hanging from his waist and stabbed several bandits who retreated to death. Then he looked at Zhao Yun and said coldly: "It turns out he has some abilities. No wonder. Dare to come to my Heifeng Village and act arrogantly!

But boy, haven’t your adults taught you that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world? ! "

As he said that, the long sword in Feng Kuan's hand was like a comet striking the moon, and he stabbed towards Zhao Yun. At the same time, the powerful inner energy radiated from Feng Kuan's body. Its intensity far exceeded the inner energy of Xiaocheng realm!

"The inner energy is great?!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun's face suddenly became solemn, and he stabbed out the spear in his hand one after another. There was a crisp explosion in the air. Dots of silver light quickly appeared in front of him, and then the silver light connected into a line and lit up the long sword thrust out by Feng Kuan. superior.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

There was a continuous sound of metal clashing, and a large number of sparks shot out in the air.

Feng Kuan made a movement, and the momentum of the thrusting sword was exhausted. His face became a little pale, but Zhao Yun took two steps back, and then he was able to stop himself.

Obviously, Zhao Yun suffered a small loss in the collision just now.

However, what is surprising is that although Zhao Yun was at a disadvantage in the previous confrontation, instead of showing any trace of frustration, there was actually a bit of joy on his face.

"It turns out that the inner energy is only achieved by external objects. The inner energy is empty and unstable, so it is useless," Zhao Yun said disdainfully, holding a spear in his hand and pointing the tip of the spear at Feng Kuan.

"Arrogant boy," Feng Kuan was commented by Zhao Yun. His face was a little confused. He flashed and appeared in front of Zhao Yun. His wrists shook and a continuous sword net was released, covering Zhao Yun.

"Your Grandpa Feng, let me show you today. Is your Grandpa Feng really interested in it?"

Xiao Tian, ​​who was secretly watching the battle, shook his head, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

What Zhao Yun cultivated was the Nine-turn Immortal Body taught by him. It had a solid foundation. Fighting across levels was like eating and drinking water. Zhao Yun suffered a loss before, but it was because Feng Kuan suddenly showed his inner energy cultivation, which made Zhao Yun unexpectedly The reaction was just a beat too slow.

Now that we know Feng Kuan's reality, let alone the fact that Feng Kuan only relied on external objects to forcibly break through to the level of internal energy, his true combat power has not yet reached the level of internal energy.

Even if he relies on his own cultivation and reaches the level of inner energy, he will never be Zhao Yun's opponent!

Facing Feng Kuan's offensive, Zhao Yun's expression showed neither sadness nor joy. He pressed down the spear in his hand and pointed the tip of the spear diagonally at the ground. Then he slowly closed his eyes amid the surprised gazes of everyone.

"Boy, do you know that you are not your Grandpa Feng's opponent? Close your eyes and wait for death?!" When Feng Kuan saw Zhao Yun's actions, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart, but he refused to forgive and sneered.

Zhao Yun did not answer, but stood on the spot with his spear in hand, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Feng Kuan snorted coldly, moved his hand a little faster, and the sword light fell out, heading towards Zhao Yun!

Just before the sword came to his body, Zhao Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and the spear in his hand stabbed out with an unparalleled momentum. There was no trick in this spear, it was just a simple straight thrust.

However, Feng Kuan felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. What came face to face seemed not to be a spearhead made of fine iron, but an angry dragon that roared with its mouth open and wanted to devour anyone!