Chapter 2187: Disparity in strength

"boom!"
Mu Yanjun burst out with anger, with a strong piercing roar, his momentum was breathtaking, and it was suffocating.
"Long'er be careful!" Mother Dragon was extremely worried, and sweat came out of her palms.
"Did this kid break through the gods?" Feng Zhengxiong frowned and guessed.
really.
Feng Wuchen slowly urged the bloodline power, and the terrifying aura of the two-star gods was spreading, the bright golden light flashed, and the wind wave like a death storm rolled wildly.
"Two-star god!" Long Tianchou said in shock.
"It really broke through the gods, and it's still the two-star gods!" Feng Zhengxiong's eyes instantly enlarged to the extreme.
"Master actually broke through the competition of the gods!" Gu Yuan, Fairy Yuyan and others were shocked, the terrifying speed of cultivation made them feel stunned.
"The cultivation base of the two-star god, the bloodline power plus the ancient power, as well as the artifacts and holy sword blessings, the leader's combat power is only five to six stars at most, how can this fight against Mu Yanjun?" Ling Muyun worried.
Mu Xuanshan, Tongtian and others were also secretly shocked, Feng Wuchen's growth rate was terrible.
"It turns out that you have stepped into the two-star gods. No wonder you are so sure. Unfortunately, no matter how strong you are, you are not my opponent after all!" Mu Yanjun disdainfully said, as if to state a fact.
The power of time urged, and Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the power of invisible time spread with the power of destroying the decay.
"Is this also ancient power?" Mu Yanjun frowned slightly.
When the power of time spread to Jun Mu Yan, his whole body suddenly stopped, paused for a second, and then recovered.
Although it was only a second, Mu Yanjun really felt it.
"call out!"
But in that second, Feng Wuchen had already flashed forward and slammed up.
"What?" Mu Yanjun was shocked.
"boom!"
Feng Wuchen's chest was hit hard with a bang, and his figure flew out like a cannonball, crashing several mountains.
"Little Lord!"
"How is this possible? Two-star gods can't have this kind of power!"
"No, this is the fighting power of the five-star gods! Feng Wuchen spurred ancient power and artifacts!"
More than a dozen Saint Soul Temple powerhouses exclaimed.
"What happened just now?" Mu Yanjun was horrified. Although Feng Wuchen's power could not hurt him, it was indeed shocking to be hit without knowing it.
"Are you unharmed? It's really strong." Feng Wuchen secretly said, but he didn't expect this punch to hurt Mu Yanjun.
"call out!"
Mu Yanjun took a step in the void and flashed out instantly, staring at Feng Wuchen with Sen Leng's eyes like a poisonous snake.
"Sure enough, there are some methods, I really underestimated you! Unfortunately, your power is too weak, and your punch is no different from a mosquito bite." Mu Yan said calmly, the terrifying murderous intent, just like the substance, making it difficult to breathe.
"call out!"
In a blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen was already holding the Dragon God Sword at the center of Mu Yanjun's eyebrows.
"Sacred Artifact!" Mu Yanjun's pupils shrank, shocked again in his heart, his fists clenched unwillingly.
Recalling that Feng Wuchen was jealous of his possession of ancient artifacts before, it was like slapped himself in the face.
What kind of ancient artifact, does not enter the eyes of the wind and dust.
"roll!"
Mu Yanjun's expression was shocked, and he suddenly yelled, an unparalleled domineering vigor erupted, abruptly blasting the wind and dust away.
"Shoo!"
The power of horror was injected into the Divine Sword of Jinghong, Mu Yanjun stepped on the void, his figure flickered like lightning, leaving behind a blue light and shadow, blinking close to Feng Wuchen, and a sword fiercely slashed towards Feng Wuchen, attack Strong and unstoppable.
"Is it suppressed by the Holy Sword?" Mu Yanjun frowned slightly. At the moment of the attack, he clearly felt that the power of the Holy Sword had weakened a lot, and he was obviously suppressed.
Feng Wuchen couldn't avoid the extremely fast attack at this moment, and could only meet with a sword.
"Ding!"
"Buzz!"
The holy sword and the divine sword clashed hard, with a golden and iron ding sound, and the extremely terrifying collision energy vibrated. The void within a radius of tens of thousands of meters collapsed layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the face of Mu Yanjun's violent power, Feng Wuchen was unable to contend, his figure flew out, the blood inside his body was violently churning, and the hand holding the sword was already tingling.
If it is not for the physically strong, this hard touch is enough to shock the wind and dust.
After all, the power erupted by Lord Mu Yan has reached the realm of the seven-star gods.
"Huh! That's the ability? This is just my seven success strength." Mu Yanjun disdainfully, once again cast his posture chase, the figure turned into blue lightning and flickered.
"Ancient Divine Art! Seven Star Profound Shadow Sword!"
With a loud shout, Lord Mu Yan instantly condensed seven terrifying energy swords, which were sealed around Feng Wuchen, and also possessed the ability to force control, making Feng Wuchen unable to move.
"This sword art can actually trap me!" Feng Wuchen was shocked.
Feng Wuchen absolutely believes that if he is hit by these seven terrifying energy swords, he will be seriously injured.
"Amber Glazed Glass God Armor!" Feng Wuchen quickly sacrificed the God Armor.
"Huh! Feng Wuchen, no one can escape my Seven-Star Profound Shadow Sword! You are no exception!" Mu Yan Junsen said coldly, the murderous in his eyes extremely terrifying.
"Shoo!"
"Chichichichi!"
The seven energy swords turned into blue lightning, sweeping Feng Wuchen mercilessly, even if Feng Wuchen had two divine armors, he couldn't resist the domineering energy sword attack at this moment.
"Long Er!" Mother Long looked in her eyes, hurting her heart.
"Leader!" The people in the Dragon Temple were anxious.
"The strength gap is too big! Even if the leader has a armor, he can't stop Mu Yanjun's power!" Ling Xuan said anxiously, full of worry and panic on his face.
"Hmph! Feng Wuchen, don't forget our bet." Seeing Feng Wuchen unable to resist, Mu Yanjun became more and more proud.
The left hand formed a sword finger, and under the control of Jun Mu Yan, the seven energy swords that attacked wildly, turned into a sword circle, and exploded beside Feng Wuchen.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Puff puff!"
The seven energy swords exploded, and the terrifying force shook the wind to vomit blood again and again, and the injury deteriorated in an instant. Even if there was a decisive help, the injury recovered so quickly.
"Chen'er!" Xiao Qingqing's tears were already falling.
"the host!"
"Leader!"
Everyone in the Dragon Temple was panicked. If this battle was lost, not only would the ancient power and the sacred fire be taken away, but even their lives would have to be taken in.
"Haha! Feng Wuchen, you lost!" Mu Yanjun laughed excitedly.
"Too weak! It's simply vulnerable! Young Master can kill him with a single sword!"
"The young master is the strongest! What a bullshit, you are not qualified to fight the young master!"
"Haha! Do you really think that if you have achieved something in the field of alchemists, it is great? I don't know that strength is the most important thing!"
The strong of the Holy Soul Temple sneered.
"Really?" Feng Wuchen's extremely cold voice came from the center of the explosion.