Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Sword Dance of the Nine Heavens, Stars and Moon Shine Illumination."    

A light Demon Witch's voice came out from Yan Mo's mouth. Boundless Yuan Qi surged out from her body. It contained a suffocating power, and fiercely stabbed towards Murong Feng, who was facing the attack. Violent sword Qi surged, and a sharp light bloomed like a sharp heavenly flower.    

Confucianism, a familiar and unfamiliar word, came out of the Saint Asura Sect Expert's mouth, causing everyone present to discuss animatedly. It was the first time many people had seen such a combat method, and their faces were filled with doubt.    

But to Yan Mo, this wasn't anything surprising. Because there were many Great Scholars in Tianfeng Kingdom who called themselves Confucianism, and they claimed to be cultivating the Confucianism. Among them, the Prime Minister was the leader. She had heard and heard about this and had some understanding about it.    

The only thing she didn't know was why the Confucianism could make Murong Feng so powerful, and why he could make Murong Feng become a soldier and follow the law.    

However, nothing was important. As long as the sword in his hand was strong enough, no matter how Murong Feng jumped, he would die under her sword.    

As for the Saint Asura Sect Expert saying that he wanted to take Murong Feng in as his disciple, Yan Mo didn't take it seriously at all. A living person had value. She didn't believe that her value couldn't be compared to her subordinate's.    

"The sages have their ways. Respect the world, break!"    

When the ink-ink sword released a sharp sword Qi, Murong Feng's expression did not change at all as he slowly spoke.    

His calm voice, however, gave people the feeling that he was being scolded by a Vajra, as if an ancient sage was berating a person who had made a mistake.    

The moment his voice rose, a lotus flower bloomed. An illusory figure emerged from Murong Feng's body, and it was a figure with a majestic righteous aura.    

At the same time, the feather fan in Murong Feng's hand was quickly swung at the ink-ink sword that was coming at him. Almost at the same time, the shadow on his body shook violently. The illusory ruler lashed out fiercely, as if a teacher was beating a student.    

"Rumble, bang!"    

A deafening explosion rang out, and the instant the feather fan and the ink-ink sword made contact, the shadow also waved the ruler and fiercely pounded on the surging sword Qi. Instantly, the wind and clouds began to surge. Thunderous sounds were heard as the Stellar Battle Platform below shook violently. The sword light and the shadow clashed, and a huge tornado soared into the sky. The sunset glow in the vicinity quickly dispersed, as if it had been forced back by the will of this force. The movement was shocking.    

"The shadow of the late Confucian, this kid's comprehension of the Confucianism is extraordinary. This talent is too shocking. I never thought that I would meet such a proud son of heaven in the Desolate Domain. This trip is not a fluke."    

Looking down at the collisions on the Stellar Battle Platform, the Saint Asura Sect Expert was not stingy with his praise, and his face was full of joy.    

The Saint Asura Sect Expert's action made Wang Boyong's face turn green and ugly. He stared at Murong Feng's figure below. Why are there so many geniuses in the Essence Sword Sect? Why is there a Qing Chen? One is ___! Ao Lingchen, that brat from the Windy Nation, now he has this inheritor of the Confucianism that came out of nowhere! Why is the heavens so unfair? My Stellar Sect is the number one sect in the world! The strongest sect in the Desolate Domain, why did all these geniuses fall into the hands of the Essence Sword Sect?"    

"I'm not willing to accept this. It's definitely not like this."    

The resentment in Wang Boyong's heart intensified. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Ao Lingchen. His eyes were filled with killing intent, "It's all because of this damned bastard. If it wasn't for him... My two sons won't die, neither will the geniuses of Stellar Sect. I want him to die, I want him to die. "    

Ao Lingchen felt something. He raised his head and looked at the nebula. When his eyes met Wang Boyong's, he was puzzled by the raging flames in Wang Boyong's eyes.    

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena. The intense battle in Stellar Battle Platform was also fierce. Yan Mo's willowy eyebrows emitted a strong murderous aura. The longsword in her hand forcefully slashed out. She was also furious at this moment.    

Once upon a time, Murong Feng did not even have the qualifications to enter her eyes. However, she did not expect that. At this moment, she was completely unable to do anything to him. Her sword was in front of the feather fan in his hand. In front of his so-called Confucianism Morality, it was completely useless. It seemed like he was trying to show off his power, but in fact, he was completely suppressed by his opponent. The seemingly sharp and fierce sword technique could not do anything to the existence of the faint smile that hung on his face all the time.    

"What bullshit Confucianism? It's all nonsense. I can't be defeated by some poems and songs."    

Yan Mo's watery eyes turned scarlet red and the aura on her body became more and more violent. Every sword attack was unable to do anything to her opponent, causing her heart to be unable to keep calm.    

This style of being treated like a monkey was not what she wanted.    

"Falling leaves are flying everywhere and sword flowers are everywhere!"    

The black dress swayed about, moving with the wind. Yan Mo was like a celestial beauty in a painting, dancing about, her feet stepping on the void, dancing about. The long sword in her hands was elegantly carved with formless flowers.    

Instantly, there were a large number of invisible flowers around Yan Mo. Petals flew everywhere. What was surprising was that these flowers moved with the wind. They did not emit any sharp light, as if they were no different from ordinary flowers. The people nearby could even smell the faint fragrance of flowers from them.    

Spring flowers bloomed everywhere, and fairies in black dresses held their swords and danced. They stepped into the air gracefully, as if they wanted to rush into the sky world that was red like burning clouds. That painting caused people to be unable to help but be lost within it, and they enjoyed this tranquil and beautiful scene of immortal energy.    

"The immortal in the painting, the flower of the immortal, ghosts and monsters, falsehood and mystifying all living things, you deserve death!"    

However, the painting of the immortal fairy that bewitched the minds of many people outside the battle platform didn't seem to have any effect on Murong Feng. His eyes suddenly opened, and he shouted out loudly. Then, he threw out the feather fan in his hand furiously. It spun rapidly in the air, and a sharp light was lingering around it. It turned into a spinning saber that carried a fierce aura of righteousness. It rushed into the sword flowers with a fierce momentum.    

At the same time, the illusionary figure of the Vital Energy Confucianist also made a move. He whipped out the ruler of martial law in his hand and slapped the invisible sword flowers around him.    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"    

In an instant, the ruler cracked and the flower petals fell down. A suffocating power exploded from the fighting stage. The energy contained within the might caused the people below the stage to be dumbstruck. They were all stunned by this scene.    

Before the two of them exchanged blows, no one was very enthusiastic about watching the battle. This was because these two people were nothing compared to Ao Lingchen, Qing Chen, and the others. Who would have thought that when they were engaged in a fierce battle, such a commotion would shock everyone present? The collision between these two men had exceeded everyone's imagination.    

Furthermore, their attacks, especially Murong Feng's, were even more shocking.    

The collision was intense. Yan Mo looked imposing and powerful, but in the hearts of many people, she had already lost.    

Murong Feng's attack was too powerful and strange.    

"Is this the Confucianism? It seemed like Murong Feng had such powerful combat strength. The reason why he was able to reach this stage today was because of some fortuitous encounter, not because of the evil spirits."    

Ao Lingchen stared at the fighting stage with a serious expression. He furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought.