Emperor of Taikoo - Chapter 28:
Chapter 28: Lu Feng vs. Han Long | Part 2
After hearing Han Long’s words, Lu Feng was first astonished, then began to laugh. “Hahaha. That’s so embarrassing. When Zhu Guo became your …”
“Damn mole ants, I’ve ruined you!”
Han Long was furious long ago, and at that time, he heard Lu Feng’s sneer, and immediately, his right hand was firmly held. A force was integrated into the fist, and he burst out violently.
“Do it all! Han Long is really going to waste Lu Feng.”
When the force of Mr. Han long’s fist came to be, Lu Feng narrowed his eyes, and the killing intent flashed through his eyes.
He rolled out his hand and shook his body and attacked.
With a low sound, Han Long’s face turned ugly. With only a terrible shock coming from his arms. His body shook, hummed, and bowed out.
A stream of blood came out from his mouth.
“How could this be? Lu Feng defeated the Han Long brother!”
After a single shot, the crowd was dumbfounded, watching the two people.
Their heads were dizzy, and they couldn’t believe that Han Long, who was incarnation of evil in their hearts, was defeated by Lu Feng, and he was injured and vomited blood.
What made them most difficult to believe was that Lu Feng was just a new apprentice, not only he beat a senior disciple, but the person was also a popular figure.
It was known by everyone that Han Long ranked in the top 30 by his strength among thousands of disciples, but was still injured by Lu Feng.
At that point, Mr. Han gradually remained calm. He was wiping the blood of his mouth and looked at Lu Feng with a cold gaze.
“I admit that I just looked down on you, and you accidentally injured me.”
As he said, he took off the sword from behind his back. Qiang’s long sword came out of the sheath, and the blade was glowing with cold light.
He raised his head and looked coldly at Lu Feng.
Lu Feng held his fist and said: “No matter how strong you are, I will be the one to break you!”
In the course of the conversation, Lu Feng stepped forward. Then he launched a punch towards Hon Long as his body was flown away.
A fierce, strong wind blue by screamed, but there was a deep sound of a sonic boom. It was unimaginable how powerful Lu Feng’s punch was.
Han Long smiled, urging Yuan Qiang to pour his energy into the sword and cut it straight with a sharp sound.
The fist and the sword are infinitely close and were about to collide together.
Han Long, who was a master of the Yuan Dynasty and held a sharp sword, even made him stronger, temporarily avoid the edge and dare not touch him hard.
He could have imagined a bloody scene where Lu Feng’s arm was cut off in the next breath.
As the fist and sword crossed, the bloody scene did not appear. Sparks were flying across the intersection, with a metal-like symphony moving around.
Mr. Han long’s face went pale when he shook his body and staggered back.
“How could it be?” Han Long was shocked.