Chapter 2245: The gods intervene

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! You can't be shocked by the Phantom Swords! Never!"
Mo Qingshan roared like crazy.
Mo Qingshan had cultivated the Jinghong Phantom Sword for more than ten years before reaching his current state. He believed that he was in the field of kendo, among the geniuses of the Seven God Realms, no one was invincible.
But now it can't stop the sword of Feng Wuchen.
What's more sad is that Feng Wuchen's sword moves are exactly the same as his.
What's more sad is that Feng Wuchen, a fool, said he just learned.
This is too depressing, right?
How can Mo Qingshan accept it?
"Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue has been lost. In the entire Seven God Realm, there is no one except me. You can't be. It must be fake, it must be fake!" Mo Qingshan roared.
"Then you are optimistic!" Feng Wuchen sneered, his domineering sword intent skyrocketing.
"Chichichichi!"
Feng Wuchen returned the thirty-six styles that Mo Qingshan had previously displayed, and returned it to Mo Qingshan intact. Blood continued to be sprayed out. Every sword was superb, soft and swift, seemingly weak, but fierce and slow. But extremely fast.
The thirty-six styles are exactly the same, but the sword moves Feng Wuchen displayed are several times stronger than Mo Qingshan, just like the pioneer of this set of sword arts.
Mo Qingshan was completely confused.
Now even a fool can see who is better in the field of kendo.
Mo Qingshan's achievements in the field of kendo are indeed high.
But Feng Wuchen is even more terrifying, and he can crush Mo Qingshan who has been practicing for more than ten years.
Recalling those words that targeted and insulted Feng Wuchen just now, Mo Qingshan felt a fiery pain at this moment.
Looking at Mo Qingshan in panic, Feng Wuchen said coldly, "Didn't you just say that fighting against me was a shame? Didn't you say that I was not worthy? Didn't you say that my kendo field is rubbish? Didn't you say that there are many disciples in the Sun Moon Temple? Are they better than me? What about now?"
"..." Mo Qingshan continued to be confused.
"I said, Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue in your hands is simply a violent thing. You can practice wrong when you practice sword tactics. You still have the face to say that you are the first 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 it be a slap in the face?
"Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue pays attention to soft speed. From the sword moves you just used, you pay attention to strength and attack fiercely and domineeringly. You think that this will make the sword art stronger. You don’t know that this is a big mistake. Can't exert the true power of sword art."
"The thirty-six poses you just performed, I resisted the three poses, and found that apart from your strength, you don't have the attitude of sword tactics at all. The sword enters the soul style. What is important is that the sword walks with the heart, and the man and the sword are unified. It's okay for you to practice the sword tactics wrong, do you really think you can be better than the ancestors who created this sword tactic?" Feng Wuchen said with disdain.
Mo Qingshan's face was blue and white, speechless.
"I don't believe that you are just learning the Jinghong Phantom Sword Fight! No one is better than me in the field of kendo!" Mo Qingshan is still unwilling to accept the facts.
"You can't help me if you don't believe me. I just learned from the thirty-six formula you showed. I will read it again. Is a genius like me proud?" Feng Wuchen sneered.
Feng Wuchen's words are undoubtedly telling Mo Qingshan that he is the number one in the field of kendo.
"Qingshan, lost." Mo Yufeng was dumbfounded, and he couldn't accept it either.
The people in the Sun Moon Temple completely lost their voices and their confidence.
The unbridled cynicism just now, now I feel the sharp pain in my face.
"Big Brother Feng still has this kind of magical power? It will be done after reading it? That is the strongest sword art of the Seven God Realm." Liu Qingyang said in shock.
"Master Feng's achievements in the field of kendo exceed all of our imaginations. No one can learn such a powerful sword technique by just watching it." Huang Yun said, his heart was also extremely shocked.
The powerhouses of the Dragon Temple and the great powers of the God Tower were all shocked.
"Mo Qingshan, Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue, where did you get it?" Ye Jianying came over and asked coldly.
Feng Wuchen glanced at Ye Jianying and didn't say much.
"What? Do you really want to know?" Mo Qingshan sneered.
"Jinghong Phantom Sword is definitely owned by my uncle, don't tell me it was passed to you by uncle, if you don't say it, I have a hundred ways for you to say it, don't doubt what I said." Ye Jianying's His face became gloomy.
"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, his terrifying murderous intent locked on Mo Qingshan, and the terrifying eyes made Mo Qingshan tremble.
"Ye Jianying, you take him aside and ask, he will break his hands and feet, break his meridians, not to mention abolishing his cultivation base, let him become a waste of the gods." Feng Wuchen said coldly.
Ye Jianying directly carried the seriously injured Mo Qingshan to the distance.
"Ye Jianying, stop!" Mo Yufeng shouted angrily.
"If you defy you, kill me!" Feng Wuchen ordered coldly, without even looking at Mo Yufeng.
"Feng Wuchen! You really think the Sun Moon Temple is afraid that you will fail! Ye Jianying, you touched my son, and I promise you will die without a place to be buried!" Mo Yufeng shouted angrily, looking extremely vicious.
"I've changed my mind, don't keep one!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.
"Buzz!"
The dragon temple, the tower, the mansion, the general meeting, the monkey clan powerhouse broke out terrifying power almost at the same time, the power went straight into the sky, shaking the sky.
"Master Feng said so loudly." Above the void, an arrogant sneer suddenly sounded, and an extremely terrifying aura fell from the sky.
This momentum is very terrifying, it can be said that the power of one person suppresses the momentum of several powerful forces in the Dragon Temple.
"Six-star Lord God!" Mie Di frowned deeply.
"Does the spirit race want to stab it horizontally?" Mie Yuan said coldly.
The faces of everyone in the Dragon God Temple became extremely gloomy, don't be Mu Honglian and Mu Qingyun.
They are very clear about the current situation. Once the Holy Realm sends strong people, Shan Tong may not be able to keep them. Under such circumstances, no one will be an enemy of the Spirit Race.
Above the void, a figure appeared out of thin air, and the person who came was the realm of Su Qishan, the supreme leader of the Spirit Race, the six-star main god.
"Who are you?" Feng Wuchen glanced at Su Qishan coldly.
"Lord of the gods, Su Qishan!" Su Qishan smiled proudly.
"Master Feng, the Sun Moon Temple is the power of the Spirit Race. Can you give the Spirit Race a face and leave?" Su Qishan asked with a smile.
But in Su Qishan's words, there is not the slightest meaning of discussion, more of a threat.
It seems that if they don't leave, Su Qishan will leave them all behind.
"You say one more word, believe it or not, I will uproot your spirit race?" Feng Wuchen coldly swept towards Su Qishan.