"Okay, okay! If you want to die, then I will help you!"
King Xuefeng Wu was completely angry, his aura became as sharp as a knife, and the murderous intent in his eyes boiled like a river.
"I know you have realized the power of artistic conception, but after all, you have not yet entered the realm of King Wu. Do you really think you can compete with King Wu?
How ignorant and stupid!”
King Xuefeng Wu stepped into the air, and the terrifying spiritual energy surged out like an abyss, while the calm sea of clouds around him surged wantonly and rolled across.
"Today I will show you the true power of the Martial King!"
With that said, King Xuefeng Wu stepped towards Mu Feng step by step. Wherever he passed, the sea of clouds rolled back, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.
At the same time, countless clouds and smoke continued to condense from behind King Xuefeng Wu, and finally turned into a huge cloud dragon that was tens of feet tall.
Roar! Yunlong looked up to the sky and roared. Its huge dragon head lifted up King Xuefeng Wu's body and flew towards Mu Feng fiercely.
Mu Feng's eyes were solemn, but a strong fighting spirit arose in his heart.
Although his cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Life Sea, with the help of true blood power and various trump cards, no one under King Wu can be his opponent.
He really wanted to see if, with his current strength, he could fight King Wu.
Mu Feng held Nishuanghan in his right hand and Huoliuyan in his left hand. He used the martial arts "Great Yin Yang Sword Technique" and flew towards Yunlong.
"Is this guy crazy?
You actually dare to fight King Xuefeng Wu?"
Not far away, Master Gu Jun was completely shocked when he saw Mu Feng who refused to retreat and counterattacked.
He admitted that Mu Feng's strength was indeed good, and he had realized the power of artistic conception in advance. There were probably not many people under King Wu who could be his opponent.
But no matter how powerful Mu Feng is, he has not yet become King Wu. The gap between him and King Wu is like a chasm, and there is no way he can be King Wu's opponent.
"The moon is like the moon!"
"The sun is like the sun!"
Approaching Yunlong, Mu Feng slashed out with both swords.
For a moment, the sword energy of the fire sword was like flowing fire, like the sun rising across the sky; the sword energy of the ice sword was like frost, like the shadow of the moonlight.
What's even more weird is that the moment the two swords were slashed out, they actually exuded a mysterious aura, causing ripples in the space, and their power was extremely extraordinary.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sword energy of Yin and Yang came across and collided heavily with Yunlong. A terrifying explosion immediately erupted, and endless fluctuations spread in all directions in a ring shape.
Under the astonished gaze of Master Gujun, two sword energy actually penetrated Yunlong's head, and then a mysterious and powerful phantom of the rising sun slowly rose.
Boom! Under the shadow of the morning sun, the huge cloud dragon suddenly exploded.
At the moment when the cloud dragon exploded, King Xuefeng Wu had already retreated and landed on the edge of the sea of clouds, looking at Mu Feng in surprise.
"Sword Intent?"
If he sensed it correctly, the two sword auras just now contained not only the artistic conception of the rising sun, but also the artistic conception of the sword.
This guy in front of me actually masters two artistic conceptions?
"who are you?"
King Xuefeng Wu's eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty, staring at Mu Feng.
He knows very well what it means to master two artistic conceptions.
“The artistic conception of the sword and the artistic conception of the rising sun?
What is the origin of this guy?"
King Gujun's heart sank completely. In the entire Jinyan Kingdom or Lihuo Kingdom, there was no one under King Wu who had realized the power of the two artistic conceptions in advance.
This kind of genius, looking at the more powerful Lord Country, is one of the few top geniuses.
Could it be that the person wearing the ghost mask in front of me has an unusual origin and is from the Lord's Kingdom?
"I told you, my name is Mu Feng!"
Mu Feng's voice was calm, but his heart became completely solemn.
Ni Shuanghan, Huo Liuyan is a low-level spiritual soldier of the king's rank, and he can even display the artistic conception of the sword and the artistic conception of the rising sun.
He originally thought that the sword just now was enough to hurt King Xuefeng Wu, but he did not expect that it only destroyed the Yunlong that contained the artistic conception of clouds, but King Xuefeng Wu was not hurt at all.
"King Wu is too strong! It's too hard for me to win now!"
Mu Feng secretly shook his head in his heart. He knew that his cultivation level was still too low. Even though his spiritual energy was far superior to that of ordinary Fate Sea warriors, there was a huge gap between him and the Martial King.
"You are a smart person, you should know what I want to ask?"
King Xuefeng Wu said coldly.
Mu Feng sneered: "I'm just a casual cultivator, but I don't have any background!"
King Xuefeng Wu's eyes were cold. Naturally, he didn't believe Mu Feng's words. It was impossible for a mere casual cultivator to realize the two artistic conceptions in the Life Sea Realm.
"Hand over Feng Huo Lei Xin! I can let you go without killing you!"
King Xuefeng Wu said calmly.
In his opinion, he had already made the biggest concession, and the guy in front of him should finally know better.
After all, he was still worried about Mu Feng's extraordinary background, so he decided not to kill him.
"This Beacon Fire Thunder Heart does not recognize you as its master. It is an ownerless thing. Those who have the ability can get it. Why should I hand it over?"
Mu Feng said calmly.
King Xuefeng Wu's expression froze and he looked at Mu Feng in disbelief.
He has already made such a big concession, but this guy is still so ignorant. Does he really want to die that much?
"Okay, okay! Since you are so ignorant, then I can only kill you!"
King Xuefeng Wu flicked his fingers, and a silver-white spiritual sword came out from the space ring.
This sword is five feet and three inches long, and is entirely silver-white. There is a faint mist lingering at the edge of the sword, and the pressure it exudes is not weaker than the two swords in Mu Feng's hands.
There is no doubt that this sword should also be a low-level king-level spiritual weapon.
"You ungrateful fellow! King Xuefeng Wu will no longer hold back, this boy will definitely die!"
King Gu Jun shook his head and secretly said that Mu Feng was simply looking for death.
Even though he knew that Mu Feng had realized the power of two kinds of artistic conceptions, there was a huge gap between Lingyuan and King Wu, which could not be made up by the extra power of artistic conceptions.
"This sword is called Yunshui Sword, and it is a low-level king-level spiritual weapon! It has followed me for decades, and today I will use your blood to sacrifice the sword!"
King Xuefeng Wu opened his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. His whole aura became completely different.
"cut!"
At this moment, King Xuefeng Wu held the sword in his right hand and slashed out in the air.
But he saw a sword light sweeping out, more than ten feet long, crossing the layers of clouds and waves, and slashing towards Mu Feng.
Mu Feng was not afraid, he used the Great Yin Yang Sword Technique, slashed out with both swords, and collided with the sword light fiercely.
At the moment of impact, Mu Feng was shocked to find that the sword light in front of him collapsed at the first touch.
"How can you be so weak?"
At the moment when Mu Feng was puzzled, the sea of clouds with him as the center suddenly boiled, and huge cloud swords of tens of feet formed from cloud smoke slashed down from all directions.
There were dozens of terrifying cloud swords, which chopped down on the head and immediately submerged Mu Feng's tiny figure.
At this moment, King Xuefeng Wu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he stepped out across the sky and rushed towards the core of countless fallen Yunjian...