Heaven-defying Skills

At this moment, in the imperial capital Xuanmeng City, outside the huge square of the Holy Knight Hall, a large number of people filled the entire space. The gentle spring breeze blew over, blowing on people without a trace of coldness, but only the passion that was about to boil.

The Holy Knight Hall Competition held every five years is the largest event in the Knight Empire. It is a stage for the strong to show their strength. If you want to get your knight's honor and dazzling halo, and want to be respected and admired by others, you can show your strength here. Even if you fail, someone will remember your past. If you succeed, you will be the focus of everyone's attention and your future will be bright.

In the central open space of the giant square, four huge flags fluttered in the wind, with three big characters engraved on them, Holy Knight Hall, majestic and solemn.

Around the square, rows of knights wearing silver armor, holding spears, with amazing momentum, stood there motionless, and did not squeeze into the central open space. That was respect for this holy land, and there was no need for the restraint of those silver-armored knights at all.

In the air, there was also a group of Warcraft Sky Knights arranging a square formation to welcome the arrival of the competition. Such a huge formation was just to add some tiny aura to the upcoming competition. Everyone knew that today's contestants were the real protagonists, and their brilliance would bloom on this stage.

Several figures slowly walked out of the gate of the Holy Knight Hall, and everyone looked over there. Any one of these figures was a powerful existence in the entire empire, a person who could call the wind and rain. People looked at them with respect.

When Han Fengxue came to the square, he happened to see these figures walking out. One of them was the middle-aged man who talked to him last time. He could also feel that these people were all seventh-level sky knights.

One person walked out of the figure and arrived in the center of the open space in the square. He smiled warmly at the vast crowd around him, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

"The Holy Knight Hall Competition is about to begin. Those who want to participate in the competition, please go over there and give your tokens, and then gather in the center of the square." The middle-aged figure was gentle, pointing to the direction where the other figures were standing.

Han Fengxue walked straight over there. In addition, many people in the crowd also walked out one after another, all heading in that direction. Before Han Fengxue arrived there, many people had already handed in their tokens and walked into the square one after another.

When Han Fengxue walked there, the middle-aged man smiled at him slightly: "I look forward to you winning the position of the Holy Son."

Han Fengxue smiled at him again, then turned around and went to the center of the square. However, the people who handed in their tokens at about the same time as him looked at him with a hint of hostility, which was obviously caused by the middle-aged man's words. He could only tremble and smile bitterly twice. Those who came to participate in the competition at this time are all masters. You know, the minimum threshold for participating in the competition is also a fifth-level knight. Any fifth-level knight, in the empire, belongs to the category of strong people, and is also the object that any force wants to recruit.

Looking at the crowd that arrived one after another, Han Fengxue couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw some faces. Because there were no age and gender restrictions, anyone with a fifth-level knight's cultivation could participate in the competition, so the crowd participating in the competition was mixed, and there were many old people and women.

"Could it be that if an old man or a woman won the championship, Meng Xixuan would not be able to marry." Han Fengxue was speechless when he thought of this. It was too ridiculous. However, knights have natural advantages over women in training, and there has never been a woman among the saints of the past, so everyone directly ignored what Han Fengxue thought. As for if the old man won the title, Meng Xixuan could only accept her fate, but if such a thing really happened, I don't know how many heroes would sigh.

"Xuefeng!" Suddenly, a loud shout reached Han Fengxue's ears. Looking in the direction of the sound, Han Fengxue saw Shuangrou jumping in the crowd, as if she was afraid that he couldn't see her. She looked a little excited, while Shuang Hanxue stood beside her. There was less arrogance in her eyes, but more sadness.

Han Fengxue smiled at the little girl and nodded.

The crowd gathered more and more, which made the audience even more happy. The strong men who were rarely seen at ordinary times suddenly appeared in front of them, and they were about to start a wonderful battle in front of them. They were also looking forward to the more people, the better.

In the crowd coming to the center of the square, Han Fengxue also saw a familiar figure, His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who he had just met not long ago. At this moment, his eyes were full of confidence and determination.

Among the crowd that appeared on the periphery, the emperor and Meng Xixuan and his party also went directly to the open space of the Holy Knight Hall. After all, Meng Xixuan was also one of the protagonists of this competition, and many people came for him.

Meng Xixuan's lifeless eyes stared at the stage, and she saw Han Fengxue's figure at a glance, thinking in her heart: "He really came, is it for me?" At this moment, Meng Xixuan's calm and lost heart was thrown into a stone, making the lake water not so calm.

But the appearance of a figure behind made Han Fengxue stunned. It turned out to be Yan Bin. He thought in surprise: "Can the last Saint of the Holy Knight Hall competition continue to participate in the competition?"

Yan Bin walked in with a few people, chatting and laughing. They seemed to be familiar with each other. He felt that someone was looking at him, so he looked up and saw Han Fengxue's eyes. After a moment of shock, Yan Bin's eyes burst into a gloomy cold light, and he sneered in his heart: "You are dead this time."

Han Fengxue didn't care much about his vicious eyes, and even looked down on him. In his opinion, as long as he wanted, there was almost no suspense about the selection of the Son of God. It must belong to him. It was not arrogance, but confidence in strength.

The Paladin Hall Competition is a stage for the strong to show their glory, but it is also a cruel stage. There are many strong people who fall in the competition every time. Unless you leave the square on your own, you will be considered to have given up the competition, otherwise, others can kill you. On this stage of honor, not many people would voluntarily withdraw from the square because of cowardice, unless they were injured in the battle, which was understandable. However, under normal circumstances, if they were not mortal enemies, no one would kill other strong men. After all, who can become a fifth-level strong man without a backstage force, and no one would cause unnecessary trouble.

Seeing that no one was entering the venue, the representative of the Holy Knight Hall also said: "The Holy Knight Hall Competition held every five years is finally held again. I believe everyone knows the rules of the competition. The last person to fight is the Holy Son of the Competition, and the champion of this competition will be able to marry Miss Meng Xixuan, the most beautiful woman in the empire. Of course, you can also give up."

The middle-aged man pointed in the direction of Meng Xixuan, and everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw the devilish figure and moving face that made people's heart beat. Every time she appeared, she would cause a burst of exclamation and saliva, and this time would naturally be no exception.

Then, the middle-aged man slowly withdrew, and the crowd in the square immediately scattered, staring at each other with vigilant eyes.

Suddenly, there were flashes of light, and all kinds of magic beasts appeared in sight. They were strong, domineering, fierce, and bloodthirsty. All kinds of auras were released at the same time, causing exclamations. The appearance of so many magic beasts at the same time was undoubtedly shocking. Moreover, this competition had many more people than previous competitions, with a total of 500 people. The aura of the magic beasts also made people feel that the average level of this competition was also the strongest in history.

They didn't know that in addition to honor and beauty, there was another reason for the people to participate in the competition, which was for opportunity, for the secret meeting of the four major forces and the opportunity after winning. Are they not afraid of danger? Of course they are afraid, but danger often coexists with opportunity. Without danger, there is no chance to become stronger. The principle of knights is to dare to meet challenges and constantly seek survival and strength in danger.

In order to attract strong people this time, the Holy Knight Hall also deliberately released some news, but it is not very clear. If you are from the Holy Knight Hall, you will find that among the crowd in the square, many people are disciples of the Holy Knight Hall. They are naturally people who know the inside story and want to gain opportunities.

Among all the people present, the only one who still stood there was Han Fengxue. Even when others released the magic beast, he did not react at all. The lonely figure with silver-white hair was particularly eye-catching.

After releasing their own magic beasts, all the people suddenly stopped, without continuing to move, just standing there, quietly looking at the people on the left and right of their bodies. Among them, occasionally some people would communicate with their eyes. Whether they knew each other or not, it would be very beneficial to form a small alliance at this moment, but because of the existence of mutual suspicion, it was destined that if the relationship was not familiar, it would be difficult to form an alliance.

Han Fengxue carefully observed the monsters in the square, and his heart still jumped. There were more than fifty sixth-level monsters alone. It can be imagined how powerful the lineup of the competition is. Many of these people are under 40 years old. This makes Han Fengxue guess that most of them must be from the Holy Knight Hall. Otherwise, the sudden appearance of so many strong people is really enough to shock people. You know, these people are at the same level as the deans of the four major colleges of the Blazing Empire. If they stomp their feet, the Blazing Empire will be shaken.

A huge roar sounded, and the battle finally broke out in a corner of the square. The roar produced by the collision of monsters was shocking, but it was also very exciting. Once the battle broke out, other places also started fighting one after another, and the situation of group dance of monsters began to appear. The weakest was the collision of fifth-level monsters, which was indeed able to attract people's attention.

But without exception, those who released the sixth-level magic beasts still did not take action, and the other fifth-level strongmen would not and dared not to provoke them. In this situation, they were naturally happy to be idle and watch the development of the situation. No one would make any extra efforts to be the fisherman.

Han Fengxue ignored the battles around him and stood there very comfortably, with a calm look, and even closed his eyes slightly to conserve his energy.

A young man next to Han Fengxue was stunned for a moment when he saw Han Fengxue's leisurely appearance. It was really cool. He smiled slightly and rode on the magic beast and ran quickly towards Han Fengxue.

Seeing that there was no magic beast beside Han Fengxue, and that he did not release a strong aura, he dared to pretend to be deep and close his eyes to rest. The young man undoubtedly regarded him as a soft persimmon. He wanted to kill one person first, and it would be better to kill him beautifully, so that he could reduce some pressure and not be coveted by others.

The magic beast that the young man sat on was a red flame leopard, which ran as fast as a gust of wind. Riding on it, the young man also looked very majestic and showed a trace of pride. The body of the flame leopard suddenly jumped high, and its sharp claws grabbed Han Fengxue's head, and the long spear in the young man's hand also pierced straight down at Han Fengxue. In his eyes, there was a trace of victory mixed with a cruel smile.

At this moment, Han Fengxue's eyes suddenly opened, and a frightening cold light shot out from his eyes. The murderous aura condensed instantly, and even made the Red Flame Leopard slow down in the air, with fear in his eyes. However, Han Fengxue did not attack, but twisted his body slightly to avoid the attack of the Red Flame Leopard's sharp claws, and then a brilliant light flashed. Then, the young man's eyes widened with fear showed an unbelievable look, and he fell straight down, while the Red Flame Leopard continued to be locked by Han Fengxue's murderous aura.

This flash of light, like a firefly in the dark night, illuminated the entire square and was particularly eye-catching. When everyone turned their eyes over, they saw the young man fall down, and exclamations rang out. They didn't expect that someone would be killed so quickly. Han Fengxue's attack was merciless.

Some other people in the square looked at Han Fengxue with a hint of vigilance and fear, telling themselves in their hearts that this person was very dangerous and should not be provoked if possible.

At the edge of the square, the middle-aged man looked at Han Fengxue and nodded, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. At this time, it was necessary to kill decisively to intimidate others and avoid many unnecessary battles.

Han Fengxue certainly didn't know what others were thinking. He just looked at the Red Flame Leopard, his murderous intent still not restrained, and said coldly: "Submit to me." Han Fengxue would naturally not waste such a good opportunity to accept the spoils of war. He directly brought the subdued monster with him, without even summoning it. Wouldn't that only benefit himself?