This was Jun Wushuang's truest psychological thought after listening to Feng Zhiling's words.
Feng Zhiling and Dayan Saint should be a match made in heaven.
The same self-righteousness, the same overestimation of one's abilities.
The Dayan Saint's mouth has been beaten to pieces by Jun Wushuang, and she can no longer be arrogant for the time being.
But Feng Zhiling hasn't experienced it yet, so he is still going crazy.
"The matter between Lin Mengyao and me is none of your business?"
Jun Wushuang responded mercilessly.
"How dare you, who are you, how dare you talk to me like this!"
Jun Wushuang's words made Feng Zhiling furious.
The sharp sword intent burst out, making everyone feel pain all over their bodies, as if they were being cut by a sharp sword.
"Don't tell me that the canonization ceremony is not over yet. Even if you really become Holy Son Xuanhuang, you still have no right to be arrogant in front of me."
"When I traveled across the Eastern Region, you didn't know where to play in the mud!"
"Okay, I'm too lazy to waste any more time with you. I will defeat you and make you kneel at my feet and admit your mistakes to me!"
Feng Zhiling said no more and took action directly.
Buzz!
Invisible sword intent burst out from his body, and the air suddenly flowed, creating wind.
This wind is extremely sharp, like a sword made of hundreds of refined steel.
"Wind Slash!"
Feng Zhiling looked down on Jun Wushuang at all. At this time, he didn't even draw his sword, he just pointed it like a sword and slashed in the air.
Suddenly the violent wind stretched to a length of a hundred meters, condensed into a violent sword energy, cut through the universe, and headed straight for Jun Wushuang.
Although it was just a blast of sword energy, it was condensed into substance, making everyone feel cold, as if a sharp sword was pressed between their eyebrows.
Not only that.
This cut not only possesses the sharpness of a sword, but also possesses the speed of a violent wind.
UI.
Feng Zhiling's sword is a fast sword.
The violent sword energy was hundreds of meters away one second, and appeared in front of Jun Wushuang the next second.
The hundred-meter sword energy slashed down hard, as if it was going to split Jun Wushuang in half.
"Ox Demon Power Punch!"
Jun Wushuang stood there, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched out directly.
Boom!
The strong wind collapsed and the sword energy spilled out.
Jun Wushuang's black and gold Saint Son's robe was blown loudly, but he himself was unscathed.
"A little capable, but not much!"
Feng Zhiling was not surprised, but instead sneered.
Although he had not seen Jun Wushuang defeat Holy Son Vajra and Saint Dayan before, he also knew that Jun Wushuang was able to be selected as the Holy Son, so he naturally had two skills.
But he is more confident in his own strength.
Because he is not only the second swordsman of the Ten Thousand Sword Emperor Sect, but also the twelfth ranked genius on the list of geniuses.
Feng Zhiling's aura rose all over his body, activating the aura of heaven and earth.
In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of one kilometer was completely controlled by him.
At the same time, the wind was strong and howling continuously, as if a typhoon was coming and would bring devastating disaster to the world.
next moment.
Everyone was horrified to find that a 500-meter tornado condensed in front of Feng Zhiling.
This is not an ordinary tornado, but is made up of countless sharp sword energy gathered together.
Wherever the storm hit, cracks were cut into the space, like a broken mirror.
And this sword energy tornado brings a strong sense of crisis to people, as if a natural disaster is coming to destroy all living beings.
"It's so strong. She deserves to be the second swordsman of the Wanjian Emperor Sect. This level of strength is much stronger than the previous Dayan Saint."
"Sword cultivators are the most aggressive warriors. What's more, Qingfeng Sword Emperor is a strong man at the seventh level of the Martial Emperor Realm. He is much stronger than Jun Wushuang in terms of realm. There is no suspense in this battle."
"Okay, good fight. This is just to teach Jun Wushuang a profound lesson, let him know that you can't be too crazy, otherwise the end will be miserable."
With such a great reputation, Feng Zhiling was worthy of his title of Qingfeng Sword Emperor. As soon as he took action, everyone saw how powerful he was.
And the stronger he is, the greater hope everyone has in him.
At this time, a 500-meter-sized sword energy tornado appeared in front of Jun Wushuang, like an evil dragon opening its mouth and trying to swallow him whole.
"The bull's horns reach the sky!"
Jun Wushuang did not use the Shura Demon Sword, but clenched his fist again and used the Bull Demon Powerful Fist.
Black demonic energy gathered on his fist, and with one punch, the mountains and rivers were shaken.
This punch is aimed at breaking through the face, just like a pair of horns of the ancient bull demon, trying to pierce the sky.
The five-hundred-meter-sized sword energy tornado seemed to be very powerful, but in front of this punch, it instantly collapsed.
With one punch, the sword energy tornado collapsed.
"Impossible, how could you break through my martial arts so easily?"
Feng Zhiling's eyes narrowed and he looked at Jun Wushuang in disbelief.
He showed no mercy for the second blow and used earth-level advanced martial arts.
This sword energy tornado was enough to destroy a mountain range. Even the Holy Son, who was also in the Martial Emperor realm, could not block it so easily.
This result shocked Feng Zhiling.
But he didn't stop there, instead he gritted his teeth and made up his mind to teach Jun Wushuang a lesson.
Feng Zhiling let out a long roar, and the sword intent of the wind suddenly stirred, stirring the air and creating more violent winds.
At the same time, he turned his palm into a sword and raised it high above his head.
Suddenly all the violent winds from heaven and earth gathered around his sword.
Congeal!
Condensate again!
The strong winds continued to condense, gradually solidified, and gradually became sharper, as if they were forging a peerless sword.
In an instant, hundreds of gusts of wind gathered together and turned into a green sword light that was a hundred meters long.
This sword light is as solid as substance, as if it is not wind or spiritual energy, but a holy sword that can cut heaven and earth.
"cut!"
Feng Zhiling shouted softly, and immediately lowered his sword, slashing towards Jun Wushuang's head.
I saw the green sword light that was a hundred meters in size, extremely sharp, splitting the air and cutting a long space crack in the space.
Fast, powerful, and irresistible.
This sword is Feng Zhiling's strongest sword besides drawing his sword.
He once used this move to kill a strong man in the Martial Emperor Realm.
This time, he is confident that he can defeat Jun Wushuang.
"The third level of the Bull Demon Powerful Fist, the divine power of the earth!"
Jun Wu's eyes flashed with cold light.
He put his feet on the ground, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched out again.
The Bull Demon Power Fist has nine changes in total. In addition to crushing mountains and rivers and the Bull Demon lifting the sky, the third change is the divine power of the earth.
The endless divine power of the earth poured into Jun Wushuang's body from the underground, and then merged into his fist.
In the end, Jun Wushuang punched out, like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers overwhelming him, and once again defeated Feng Zhiling's attack.
Moreover, the black fist light continued unabated, flying hundreds of meters across the space and landing on Feng Zhiling's body accurately.
Bang!
Feng Zhiling was directly beaten into the air and retreated violently, collapsing a palace.