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When Feng Kuan saw this scene, his expression darkened. He took out a longsword from his waist and stabbed the retreating bandits to death, then looked at Zhao Yun and coldly said: "So you actually have some ability. No wonder you dare to be so impudent in my Black Wind Stronghold!
"But kid, didn't your master teach you that there is always someone stronger than you, and that there is always someone stronger?!"
As he said that, the long sword in Feng Kuan's hand pierced towards Zhao Yun like a comet attacking the moon. At the same time, a tyrannical inner Qi emanated from Feng Kuan's body.
"Great Perfection of Internal Qi?!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yun's face became serious. The long spear in his hand thrusted out continuously, and a clear explosive sound rang out in the air. Specks of silver light quickly appeared in front of him. Then, the silver light connected into a line, and pointed at Feng Kuan's long sword.
"Ding ding ding ding …"
The sound of metal clashing rang out unceasingly, and large amounts of sparks were shot out in the air.
Feng Kuan's movements stopped, and he used up all the long Sword Force s that he had thrusted out, his face becoming faintly pale, while Zhao Yun took two steps back before finally stopping.
Obviously, Zhao Yun suffered a small loss in the earlier collision.
However, what was surprising was that even though Zhao Yun was at a disadvantage in the previous exchange of blows, his face didn't show even the slightest bit of depression. Instead, there was even more joy on it.
"So it's just relying on external forces to break through the Great Perfection of Internal Qi, my inner Qi is weak, my realm is unstable, and I can't see through it." Zhao Yun held the long spear in his hand, pointed it at Feng Kuan and said disdainfully.
"Arrogant brat." Feng Kuan couldn't hold back his anger anymore after being praised like that by Zhao Yun. With a flash, he appeared in front of Zhao Yun. His wrist shook continuously as a continuous net of swords was thrown out, enveloping Zhao Yun within.
"Your Grandpa Feng will show you today whether your Grandpa Feng is truly useless in the eyes of others!"
Xiao Tian, who was watching the fight in the dark, shook his head. His eyes were filled with pity.
Zhao Yun had previously suffered a loss because of Feng Kuan's sudden appearance of the cultivation level, which had caused Zhao Yun's reaction to be slower by a beat.
Now that he knew Feng Kuan's true strength, not to mention Feng Kuan relying on an external object to forcefully break through to the Great Perfection of Internal Qi, his true combat strength still hadn't reached the level of Great Perfection of Internal Qi.
Even if he relied on his own cultivation, with his complete Great Perfection of Internal Qi, he would still not be Zhao Yun's match!
Facing Feng Kuan's attack, Zhao Yun's expression did not contain any sadness nor joy. The spear in his hand was pressed downward and the tip of the spear was pointed towards the ground. Then, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he slowly closed his eyes.
"Kid, do you know that you are no match for your Grandpa Feng? Closing your eyes and waiting for death?!" Seeing Zhao Yun's actions, Feng Kuan suddenly had a bad premonition. However, he did not want to let Zhao Yun off as he sneered.
Zhao Yun did not reply. He stood on the spot with a spear in hand and closed his eyes tightly. It was as if he was sleeping.
"Pretending to be ghosts!" Feng Kuan let out a cold snort. His hands moved even faster. Streams of sword light rained down and covered Wu Tie!
Right before the sword came into contact with Zhao Yun's body, he suddenly opened his eyes and thrusted the spear in his hands. This spear did not have any fancy tricks, it was just a simple thrust.
However, Feng Kuan felt as if he was being stared at by an archaic Vicious Beasts. What came at him was not the spearhead made of fine iron, but an angry dragon with its mouth wide open, wanting to swallow someone!