Mu Feng's eyes were sharp and his movements were like lightning, disappearing without a trace and turning into phantoms.
The Ten Thousand Shadows Without Traces is originally an emperor-level body technique that can transform into thousands of bodies, and the phantoms it transforms can be virtual or real, which is extremely mysterious.
Bang bang bang! The threads of dust surged upward like a sea, and the phantoms transformed by Mu Feng were pierced and destroyed one after another.
Mu Feng's eyes were so venomous, and his body was as flexible as a swimming fish. He shuttled through countless dust threads. Even though many dust threads pierced his body, he ignored them at all.
In three breaths, Mu Feng had already arrived in front of Qiu Xiang, and the fire stream from his right hand slashed out, and the billowing fire shot into the sky.
This sword contains the three major artistic conceptions as well as the power of spiritual essence and true blood, and is the strongest blow in front of Mu Feng.
When the sword comes out, clouds and rain appear, the sun rises, and the sword energy soars into the sky.
Tear! The flames of fire swept across the endless flow of fire, stabbing Qiu Xiang's eyebrows in an instant.
"ignorance!"
Qiu Xiang shook his head, with a mocking smile on his lips, and pinched his right hand with two fingers.
Ding! Huo Liuyan's sharp sword tip was easily caught between Qiu Xiang's fingers, and a surge of spiritual energy poured out like an endless ocean.
But I saw that the sword energy collapsed, the morning sun collapsed, and the clouds and rain were annihilated.
"The Three Styles of Sword Control - the Rainbow Style!"
Mu Feng looked calm, threw the ball against Shuanghan with his left hand, and made a secret with both hands.
Whoosh! Suddenly, against the frost and cold, it rose into the sky and turned into a long rainbow, crossing towards Qiu Xiang with unparalleled momentum.
The three sword-controlling movements are an emperor-level secret technique created by Mu Feng in his previous life. In his previous life, he relied on these three sword-controlling movements to kill several great emperors in a row, shocking the world.
Back when Mu Feng was still in the Life Wheel Realm, he used the Guanhong Style and the Yanxia Style among the three sword-controlling styles, and almost killed Gui Mocry, who was much stronger than him.
Now, Mu Feng's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the sea of life, and he has a king-level spiritual weapon. The power he can exert by using the three sword-controlling styles is absolutely unimaginable. Qiu Xiang raised his eyebrows, and he actually loomed in the sky like a rainbow piercing the sun.
In the frosty cold, I felt a slight sense of crisis.
"interesting!"
Qiu Xiang showed a look of great interest, opened his left hand, poured out the fiery spiritual energy, and actually grasped Ni Shuanghan in his palm with his bare hands.
The spiritual energy of the high-level Martial King was so powerful that even Ni Shuanghan's sharpness could not penetrate the spiritual energy on the surface of Qiu Xiang's palm.
"The Yanxia Style of the Three Sword Control Styles!"
Mu Feng's expression was cold, and he changed the seal with his right hand and used the second move of the three sword-controlling moves, the Yanxia move.
But seeing the cold frost in Qiu Xiang's palm, he suddenly erupted into endless rays of light. Each ray of light contained terrifying and sharp power, as if it could cut through all things.
Qiu Xiang's face changed slightly, and the soul in his palm was instantly torn apart by the rays of light. The blazing rays of light shot out across the palm and struck Qiu Xiang's palm.
The rays of light were so sharp that they were enough to tear Qiu Xiangdi's entire palm into pieces.
Clang, clang, clang! But what shocked Mu Feng was that the moment the rays of light fell on Qiu Xiang's palm, there was a sound of gold and iron, and countless sparks flew out from between the rays of light and his palm.
I saw that Qiu Xiang's palm seemed to be dyed golden, shining brightly, and the rays of sunlight fell on it, unable to cut even a single wound.
"constitution?"
Mu Feng's pupils shrank slightly and his heart sank completely.
When God built the continent, there was an old saying that has been widely circulated to this day: "Those with blood are favored by God; those with blood are blessed by chance; those with true blood are the beginning of the strong!"
The strength of bloodline is innate, so it is favored by God, but both bloodline and true blood can be awakened through the awakening method.
A true blood person is just the beginning of a strong person! As for a truly strong person, his bloodline has been continuously tempered, becoming a bloodline, turning into true blood, and finally evolving into a truly powerful physique.
Physical training is extremely demanding, and the lowest cultivation threshold is King Wu.
Moreover, the physical awakening method is far more precious than the bloodline and true blood awakening methods.
In his previous life, the physique that Mu Feng forged was called the Eternal Holy Body. It was recognized as one of the strongest physiques in Shenjian Continent, and it stood out among all the heroes.
And if Mu Feng successfully enters the realm of the Martial King, he can further refine his true blood, evolve a powerful physique, and double his strength.
"Your knowledge is not bad! This is the Vajra Body. It is a physique tempered with the blood of the gold system. The physical body is comparable to a king-level spiritual soldier."
The corners of Qiu Xiang's lips curled up slightly, and he said calmly: "You, a spiritual soldier, want to hurt me?
I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking."
As he spoke, Qiu Xiang squeezed the air with his palm, and a continuous sound of explosions sounded in the air, just like countless thunders in the air.
Ni Shuanghan let out a mournful cry, and dense cracks appeared on the frost-covered sword blade, which was instantly thrown away.
Crack! At the same time, Qiu Xiang twisted the fingers of his right hand, and the tip of the Huoliuyan sword was broken by his fingers.
The Vajra Body is so powerful, with its whole body as steel and its entire body as gold, that low-ranking spiritual soldiers at the king level simply cannot compete with it.
Mu Feng stepped lightly with his right foot, and the elements, the King's True Blood Jade Ball, turned into two large wings, leaped into the air, and hung in the air.
Against the frost and cold, the flames of fire rose into the sky and surrounded Mu Feng.
"The Three Styles of Sword Control - God-Slaying Style!"
Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, he squeezed the secret with his right hand and slashed it down suddenly.
Roar! Ni Shuanghan, the weapon spirit in Huo Liuyan let out a shocking roar, and the terrifying momentum exploded like the abyss, far exceeding the low-ranking spirit soldiers of the king level.
At this moment, Mu Feng forcibly increased the power of the two spiritual weapons by sacrificing the weapon spirit.
The God-Slaying Style is the most powerful of the three sword-controlling styles. It is said that if this move is reached to its extreme, it can kill the sky and kill the gods. It is an extremely terrifying move.
However, this move has extremely side effects. Not only does it require the sacrifice of Mu Feng's blood and essence, but it also requires the sacrifice of the weapon spirit of the spiritual weapon. It is a move that can cause eight hundred damage to oneself and one thousand to the enemy.
"I will sacrifice your soul with my blood!"
Mu Feng bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood on Ni Shuang Han and Fire Flame. The momentum of his two swords surged again, breaking through to the level of a high-ranking king-level spiritual soldier.
"cut!"
Mu Feng slashed his sword finger across the sky, and the fire flow and Ni Shuanghan burst into the sky with sword energy, turning into two unprecedented and terrifying sword lights, falling into the air and slashing towards Qiu Xiang.
"What's this move?"
Qiu Xiang's eyelids jumped. He actually felt a sense of crisis in this move.
Crash! Countless dust threads shot up, layer upon layer, like a wall of white silk, blocking Qiu Xiang's face.
But what made Qiu Xiang's eyes gloomy was that the billowing dust threads were instantly cut open by the two swords, reaching his face.
Qiu Xiang's whole body was like gold. He squeezed the air with his right hand and took out a golden spiritual sword. He slashed it out in the air. The sword's intention was like a storm, sweeping across the nine heavens.
Ding! Ni Shuanghan and the Spirit Knife collided heavily, and terrifying explosions resounded in the void.
Qiu Xiang's face changed slightly and he couldn't help but take a step back. He also found that Ni Shuanghan was like a candle in the wind. After striking out the sword, every inch of it shattered and turned into powder.
The moment Qiu Xiang retreated, Huo Liuyan swept behind Qiu Xiang at a faster speed and slashed him down heavily.
Ding, ding, ding! The sound of gold and iron echoed loudly, and countless sparks burst out from between Qiu Xiang's back and the fire stream.
As soon as the sword was slashed out, the flames of fire were like candles that had dissipated their remaining heat, gradually annihilating and dispersing.
On Qiu Xiang's back, a sword mark about a foot long appeared, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the sword mark...