Chapter 2245



"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! You can't master the Phantom Sword Art! Impossible!"

Mo Qingshan roared like crazy.

Mo Qingshan has practiced Jinghong Phantom Sword Art for more than ten years before reaching his current state. He believes that in the field of swordsmanship, no one can match the genius of the entire Seven Gods Realm.

But now it can't stop Feng Wuchen's sword.

What's more tragic is that Feng Wuchen's sword move is exactly the same as his.

What's even more tragic is that Feng Wuchen, the idiot, said that he just learned it.

This is too shocking, isn't it?

How can Mo Qingshan accept it?

"Jinghong Phantom Sword Art has been lost. In the entire Seven Gods Realm, no one has it except me. You can't do it. It must be fake, it must be fake!" Mo Qingshan roared.

"Then you're optimistic!" Feng Wuchen sneered, his overbearing sword intent soaring into the sky.

"Chucky!"

Feng Wuchen returned the thirty-six moves that Mo Qingshan had previously displayed to Mo Qingshan intact, blood was sprayed out continuously, each sword was superb, soft and fast, seemingly weak, but extremely fierce, seemingly slow But extremely fast.

The thirty-six styles are exactly the same, but the sword moves displayed by Feng Wuchen are several times stronger than Mo Qingshan, just like the founder of this sword art.

Mo Qingshan was completely stunned.

Now even a fool can see who is stronger in the field of kendo.

Mo Qingshan's achievements in the field of kendo are indeed high.

But Feng Wuchen is even more terrifying, as he can crush Mo Qingshan, who has been practicing for more than ten years.

Recalling the words that targeted and insulted Feng Wuchen just now, Mo Qingshan felt a burning pain at the moment.

Looking at the terrified Mo Qingshan, Feng Wuchen said coldly: "Didn't you just say that it was a shame to fight with me? Didn't you say I was unworthy? Didn't you say that my kendo field was trash? Didn't you say that there are many disciples in the Sun Moon Temple? Are they better than me? Now?"

"..." Mo Qingshan continued to be stunned.

"As I said, the Jinghong Phantom Sword Jutsu is a waste of money in your hands. You can make mistakes in practicing sword art. You still have the face to say that you are number one in the field of kendo?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

"Wrong practice? Impossible! How could I practice wrong?" Mo Qingshan was shocked. If he practiced wrong, wouldn't this be a slap in the face?

"Jinghong Phantom Sword Art is about gentle speed. Judging from the sword moves you just used, you focus on strength and attack with ferocity and domineering. You think that this will make the sword art stronger, but you don't know that this is a big mistake. The true power of the sword technique cannot be exerted."

"The thirty-six poses you performed just now, I resisted three poses, and found that apart from your strength, you don't have the demeanor of sword tactics at all. The sword enters the pose with the soul. You are good, you practiced the sword art wrong, do you really think you can be better than the ancestor who created this sword art?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.

Mo Qingshan's face turned blue and white, and he was speechless.

"I don't believe that you are just learning Jinghong Phantom Sword Art! No one in the field of kendo is better than me!" Mo Qingshan was still reluctant to accept the fact.

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. I just learned from the thirty-six styles you performed. I'll read it once. Am I proud of a genius like me?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

Feng Wuchen's words are undoubtedly telling Mo Qingshan that he is the first in the field of kendo.

"Qingshan, lost." Mo Yufeng's face was dumbfounded, and he couldn't accept it.

The people in the Sun Moon Temple completely lost their voices and lost their confidence.

The unbridled sneering and sarcasm just now felt a burning pain in his face.

"Big Brother Feng still has this kind of magical power? Just read it once? That is the strongest sword technique in the Seven Gods Realm." Liu Qingyang said in shock.

"Master Feng's achievements in the field of kendo are beyond the imagination of all of us. You can learn such a powerful sword art by just reading it once, which is unparalleled." Huang Yundao, his heart is also extremely shocked.

The powerhouses of the Dragon Temple and the Divine Tower were all shocked.

"Mo Qingshan, Jinghong Phantom Sword Art, where did you get it?" Ye Jianying came over and asked coldly.

Feng Wuchen glanced at Ye Jianying and said nothing.

"What? Do you really want to know?" Mo Qingshan sneered.

"Jinghong Phantom Sword Jutsu is owned by my uncle. Don't tell me that it was passed on to you by uncle. If you don't say it, I have a hundred ways for you to say it. Don't doubt my words." Ye Jianying said. His face darkened.

"Uncle Master?" Feng Wuchen was stunned.

"What? Do you want to practice?" Mo Qingshan didn't take Ye Jianying's threat seriously.

"Tell me!" Ye Jianying shouted angrily, the terrifying murderous aura locked on Mo Qingshan, and the terrifying eyes frightened Mo Qingshan.

"Ye Jianying, you take him to the side and ask, if he doesn't say anything, he will cut off his hands and feet, cut off his meridians, and let's not say that he will be abolished, and he will become a waste in the world of gods." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

Ye Jianying directly carried the seriously injured Mo Qingshan to the distance.

"Ye Jianying, stop!" Mo Yufeng shouted angrily.

"Kill those who disobey!" Feng Wuchen ordered coldly, without even looking at Mo Yufeng.

"Feng Wuchen! You really think that the Sun and Moon Temple is afraid that you will fail! Ye Jianying, you touched my son, I promise to let you die without a place to be buried!" Mo Yufeng shouted angrily, looking extremely fierce.

"I changed my mind, I won't leave any of them!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Buzz!"

The Dragon Temple, the Tower of God, the Palace of God, the General Assembly, and the powerhouses of the Monkey Clan erupted with terrifying power almost at the same time, and their power surged into the sky and shook the sky.

"Master Feng is so loud." Above the void, an arrogant sneer suddenly sounded, and an extremely terrifying aura descended from the sky.

This momentum is very terrifying. It can be said that one person can suppress the momentum of the powerful powerhouses in the Dragon Temple.

"Six-star Lord God!" Emperor Mie frowned deeply.

"Are the gods going to step in?" Mie Yuan said coldly.

The expressions of everyone in the Dragon God Temple became extremely gloomy, especially Mu Honglian and Mu Qingyun.

They are very clear about the current situation. Once the Holy Realm sends more powerful people, Shan Tong may not be able to keep them. In this situation, no one will be the enemy of the gods.

Above the void, a figure appeared out of thin air. The person who came was Su Qishan, the great commander of the Spiritual Race, the realm of the six-star Lord God.

"Who are you?" Feng Wuchen glanced coldly at Su Qishan.

"The great commander of the gods, Su Qishan!" Su Qishan smiled proudly.

"Master Feng, the Temple of the Sun and the Moon is the power of the Divine Spirit Race to sit down, can you give the Spiritual Race a face and leave here?" Su Qishan asked with a light smile.

But Su Qishan's words did not mean any negotiation, but more of a threat.

It seems that if Feng Wuchen and the others don't leave, Su Qishan will leave them all behind.

"If you say one more word, believe it or not, I will uproot your Spiritual Race?" Feng Wuchen swept towards Su Qishan coldly.