Qin Feng and Han Qinghui stood facing each other.
The two men's expressions and actions were completely different.
Even though Han Qinghui cultivated the Frost Technique and possessed ice-attribute skills, it couldn't conceal his arrogant and conceited aura.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.
Han Qinghui stared coldly at Qin Feng, "I wanted to teach you a lesson before, but Young Master Shang intervened and let you escape. Luckily, you didn't back down."
Qin Feng looked at him calmly, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste so much time on words?"
Han Qinghui was burning with rage, his voice icy cold.
"Very well, you ignorant brat, don't think you're so great just because you defeated Yan Tu and Tian Wei. I'll show you, you frog in a well, that there are heavens beyond heavens."
Qin Feng looked at him indifferently, "Are you still going to fight or not? If not, I'm leaving."
Han Qinghui gritted his teeth in hatred, "Attack! Take this! Extreme Cold Blade!"
He was filled with anger, and a blade of ice suddenly appeared.
This ice blade was far more powerful than the one used in the battle against the old Daoist Qingchen; its chill was palpable, and frost and snow fell from the sky.
Han Qinghui was truly enraged by Qin Feng and went all out.
This has strayed a bit from the scope of friendly competition.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the blade, which resembled an iceberg.
Tianheng of Tianji Pavilion grinned and said with a laugh:
"Haha, this Han Qinghui is really something. He said it was just a friendly spar, but he went all out. Qin Feng is in for a lot of trouble now."
"That's fine too. Let me see what this renowned prodigy is really capable of. I hope I didn't come all this way for nothing."
The members of the Heavenly Sword Sect were both hopeful and worried for Qin Feng.
Qin Feng looked at the enormous blade with calm and indifferent expression.
No matter how strong Han Qinghui is, he is only at the peak of the Emperor Realm, which is comparable to Qin Feng's own strength.
In the same situation, Qin Feng fears no one and has ways to deal with things without relying on the Heaven-Stabilizing Pearl.
Qin Feng made a sword-finger gesture with his hand and pointed out, a simple sword aura bursting out from his fingertip.
The Ordinary Sword is a sword technique that Qin Feng himself comprehended.
The more he experienced, the deeper his understanding of the way of the sword became; everything he saw and heard was about the way of the sword.
Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, thunder, rain, and dew—all are experiences and insights.
After his battle with Yan Tu and the others, Qin Feng summarized his past experiences, gradually digesting and transforming the battles and tribulations into his own insights.
At this moment, the Ordinary Sword has undergone a significant internal change compared to when Qin Feng first used it.
What remains unchanged is its easily overlooked appearance; it is still so ordinary.
Seeing this, Xiao Xiong commented, "Although this move is ingenious, it may not be able to withstand Han Qinghui's Extreme Cold Blade."
Old Daoist Qingchen shook his head and retorted, "I don't think so. If you feel it carefully, this time is different from the last time."
After being reminded, Xiao Xiong carefully considered the situation and realized, "It really is true. Did he hide his abilities last time, or has he improved? If it's the latter, that's terrifying, considering how little time has passed."
Tianji Pavilion.
Tianheng was quite surprised when Qin Feng unleashed the Ordinary Sword, "What's this kid up to? He can actually use such a move."
He stared at the sword light with great puzzlement, but soon noticed its extraordinary nature. "Returning to simplicity, interesting."
This is Jubaoge.
Shang Ziming nodded when he saw Qin Feng take action.
"Not bad, not bad at all. A unique understanding of swordsmanship, the Daoist principle of simplicity, coupled with abundant spiritual power, is more than enough to handle it."
Manager Qian nodded and exclaimed in admiration:
“Young Master is right, that is indeed enough. I never expected that a boy from a remote place would have such talent. I think he was only at the Nascent Soul stage when I first met him, but he already has such strength.”
The blade of extreme cold meets the ordinary sword.
Its icy, sharp edge aims to freeze and destroy everything in the world.
The Sword of Ordinary is like an ordinary person; nothing seems out of the ordinary. But if someone tries to oppress or frame him, he will fight back fiercely until the very end.
Upon encountering the extremely cold blade, it abandoned its usual restraint, its sword light blazing brightly, its sword energy crisscrossing, emitting a dazzling and radiant spiritual light.
The sword energy raged like a storm, tearing apart the giant icy blade.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, and eventually both disappeared completely.
The first move between Han Qinghui and Qin Feng ended in a draw.
Han Qinghui was naturally dissatisfied that Qin Feng had blocked his first move, and launched a second move without saying a word.
"The world is frozen."
He exuded endless coldness, as if to freeze the entire world, and the focus was naturally on Qin Feng.
This Han Qinghui has no martial ethics. When he was testing the waters with the old Taoist Qingchen, he only used a small amount of cold energy. But he made such a big show of it against Qin Feng.
The sweltering summer has turned into the cold winter in the blink of an eye.
The spectators were shivering from the cold. They stood far away, feeling as if they were frozen. So what kind of pressure was Qin Feng, who was the focus of attention, facing?
Qin Feng looked at the surroundings, which had suddenly turned into an extremely cold place, with a calm expression and no reaction.
The surrounding cold air turned into ice walls, trying to freeze him, as if the sky had collapsed, leaving him nowhere to hide.
From the outside, Qin Feng, who was encased in ice, was no longer visible.
Han Qinghui snorted coldly.
"Let's see how you break this now. If you had run away earlier, you might have been able to escape, but now that you're trapped, there's no way to turn back."
This isn't ordinary ice; it's the extreme cold ice I created using the Frost Technique. Once surrounded, it can only turn into an ice sculpture.
He spoke with great confidence, and had used this "Frozen World" technique to deal with many opponents; once trapped, they were helpless.
Tianheng shook his head in disappointment, "This person is too arrogant. He doesn't dodge or avoid him and lets Han Qinghui do whatever he wants. He's really arrogant."
Looking at the massive ice formation in the sky, Shang Ziming thought, "It seems Brother Qin is going to suffer a bit."
Manager Qian smiled faintly and said, "That's hard to say."
Encased in the ice wall, Qin Feng lightly flicked his sword finger, unleashing a sharp purple light ten feet in length, causing the surrounding ice to crackle.
This move is the Reversal Sword. This time, it is not as large as usual, but its power is condensed to the extreme.
In this way, the power of the sword beam is increased to the extreme, its sharpness fully revealed, terrifyingly strong, and capable of breaking through anything.
The purple light burst forth in front of Qin Feng.
The extremely cold ice that Han Qinghui had described as unbreakable was broken apart layer by layer by the purple light.
The chill from other places kept filling the gaps, and the purple light continued to wreak havoc.
And so, the purple light exhausted all the cold energy, and then it disappeared.
Qin Feng appeared before everyone.
Tianheng was quite surprised, "He actually broke through it, I really underestimated him."
Upon seeing this, Shang Ziming chuckled and said, "Old Qian is still the best."
Shopkeeper Qian shook his head. "Young Master is just confused because he's worried."
The most surprised person was naturally Han Qinghui. This trick of his had always worked, but he never expected it to fail against Qin Feng.
It should be noted that he almost held back this time, yet Qin Feng still managed to break through his defenses.
Qin Feng won the second round.
Han Qinghui was very dissatisfied and somewhat embarrassed and angry. This time he went all out and shouted, "Again, Ice Strangulation!"
The spiritual energy of the entire world surged towards him, transforming into cold air that condensed into countless extremely cold ice blades, eventually forming a giant ice dragon.
It hurtled towards Qin Feng like a storm.
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