Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Why?"    

"Why did a former ant become so powerful? Why? How could he become so powerful? This is impossible."    

While dancing in the sword qi of withering flower petals, Yan Mo crazily waved the pitch black ink-ink sword in her hand. Her heart was getting crazier and crazier. She could no longer care about her messy hair and her lily-white hands slashed at lightning speed. Sharp sword qi surged out from her hands.    

There was nothing she could do to Murong Feng. Yan Mo's mental state was on the verge of collapsing. She had an impulse to fall into madness. She only wanted to kill the existence who had a smile on his face all the time.    

"I want you to die, I want you to die!"    

Yan Mo shouted crazily. Her watery eyes were filled with madness, and the red color slowly eroded them.    

This scene made many people outside the battle stage shake their heads and sigh. The situation was obvious and they were happy to see it. Although Yan Mo was powerful, her mentality had already collapsed and there was no possibility of defeating the person in front of her.    

"Little sister!"    

Outside the fighting stage, Tianfeng Prince's brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were filled with intense worry. He had never thought that this would be the outcome of his little sister fighting Murong Feng.    

"Is the Dao of Confucianism really so magical? Why did Murong Feng's comprehension of the Confucianism reach such a shocking level? Where did his Confucianism inheritance come from?"    

Tianfeng Prince also fell into a bitter death. He really wanted to know where Murong Feng's so-called Confucianism inheritance came from. Why did he know all of this? Because there was no such terrifying inheritance in the Tianfeng Kingdom. He had never heard of such a thing in the Essence Sword Sect.    

The appearance of the Confucianism instantly attracted everyone's attention.    

Under the gazes of everyone present, Murong Feng's expression remained calm. He didn't show any change in expression because of this.    

"Kill him, I want to kill him!"    

The calm smile made Yan Mo even more crazy. Madness gradually emerged on her pretty face. She swung the sword in her hand without caring about anything. Her heart was filled with one sentence.    

"You want to kill him? Do you really want to kill him?"    

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Yan Mo's chaotic mind. The voice appeared extremely strange and showed no signs. It appeared out of thin air.    

"Who is it? Who is talking?"    

A strange voice sounded and there was no trace of it. Yan Mo was so shocked that her face turned pale. A deep fear appeared in her eyes and the swinging of her sword slowed down a little.    

"Don't be agitated and don't show it. I am sending you a mental message. If you can't find it, the others won't be able to find it either. If you want to kill the person in front of you, then don't show a shocked expression. Don't say anything either. Continue to swing your sword and fight him. Listen to me slowly."    

A strange voice sounded, causing Yan Mo's pupils to contract. She followed the voice and looked over. Indeed, she did not find the person who transmitted the voice to her.    

An illusory voice strangely appeared. Yan Mo was stunned for a moment because of this and hesitated for a moment. She was filled with the fury of killing in her heart. She chose to compromise and did not make a sound. She waved her sword and slashed out explosively. The sword flower surged and the spirit of the sword soared to the sky.    

"Very good. Your cooperation makes me very satisfied. Now we can talk about ways to help you kill this person."    

The cold voice sounded from the bottom of Yan Mo's heart and echoed in her ears.    

"What should I do and how do you want to help me kill him? Also, what are the conditions for you to help me kill him?"    

Yan Mo fought bravely and asked in her heart.    

Although the voice transmission in her heart was magical, Yan Mo was not a fool. If the other party was willing to help her, there must be a request from him.    

"Jie Jie, if you want to kill him, I will naturally give you my strength. It will allow you to obtain even more strength in a short period of time, thus killing the person in front of you."    

"As for my request, it's very simple. I want this person's body. I am an arch-enemy with Great Ru. I want this person's corpse to study the flaws of the Confucianism."    

The sinister voice kept echoing in Yan Mo's heart, causing her brows to furrow. She asked doubtfully, "Is it that simple?"    

The mysterious person's request was too simple. It was as if there were no requirements. This made Yan Mo feel a little fearful.    

In this world, the people who were least afraid of people with pursuits and requests were the ones who were most afraid of people who helped you and did not ask for anything in return.    

"Little girl, you don't need to figure out my purpose. It is that simple. I can give you power. What you need to do is to help me kill this person. If you want, then our deal is done. If you are unwilling, then pretend I didn't say anything. In any case, I'm not afraid that you'll tell anyone about this, because you don't know who I am either. "    

" Whether you want to or not, you have to make a decision. The momentum of this scholarly kid was getting stronger and stronger, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be far from using his killing move. I don't think you want to be defeated by someone you've never seen before in front of so many geniuses of Desolate Domain. "    

A mocking and seductive voice echoed in Yan Mo's heart.    

In front of Yan Mo, Murong Feng seemed to have heard the cold laughter in her heart. The Qi on his body became stronger and stronger. The energy contained in the feather fan in his hand increased exponentially, giving people a suffocating pressure.    

Feeling the changes on Murong Feng's body, Yan Mo's pretty face became unusually gloomy. She had already seen the scene of her being defeated in front of everyone, and she also saw how everyone was pointing at her.    

"No, I can't be defeated by this guy, absolutely not."    

Yan Mo's body suddenly trembled, and she crazily shouted in her heart. She could not accept defeat.    

"How is it? Have you thought it through? If you still don't make a decision, I won't be able to help you. You will really be defeated by this person and become a laughing stock."    

"There is no more time. He is going to make a move."    

Hasty voices continuously sounded from Yan Mo's heart, making her feel annoyed and unable to think.    

At the same time, the energy surging on the feather fan in Murong Feng's hand also became stronger and stronger. He stepped into the air and the feather fan in his hand suddenly closed up. Carrying a violent force, he struck towards Yan Mo.    

"In high spirits, showing off the mountains and rivers alone!"    

The clear sound of reading spread out from Murong Feng's mouth. The energy surging in the feather fan in his hand became stronger and stronger. The feather fan that was swung in front of him at this moment was like a morality ruler that descended from the sky, wanting to strike people's moral heart.    

Looking at this scene, everyone sighed with emotion. Murong Feng was too powerful. With just this strike, Yan Mo had no chance of withstanding it.    

"Yan Mo."    

Tianfeng Prince also smiled helplessly. He had also seen the scene of Yan Mo suffering a crushing defeat. This attack, even he was unable to receive it in one piece. How could the girl whose strength was piled up with large amounts of Heavenly Materials And Earthly Treasures be a match for it?    

However, as he looked at Murong Feng who attacked violently, fear emerged in his eyes. "Murong Feng, where is your limit?"    

While everyone was sighing with emotion in their hearts, Yan Mo's crimson red eyes flashed with a trace of resolution as she looked at the feather fan that was violently beating her and felt that unparalleled might.    

She shouted madly in her heart, "Come, lend me your strength. I want to kill him."    

"Jie Jie, I was waiting for you to say this. Let go of your mind and don't resist. I will pass my power to you."    

A cold voice sounded. In an instant, Yan Mo felt a sharp pain in her brain. The temperature of her body dropped rapidly as if an evil power had entered her body.    

"No!"    

Feeling the increasingly powerful evil force in her body, Yan Mo had the thought of being plotted against. She screamed miserably and wanted to resist.    

However, she seemed to have underestimated this power.    

"Evil spirit energy!"    

In an instant, Ao Lingchen and the twelve figures on the nebula focused their attention on Yan Mo. Confusion and shock appeared on their faces.