Based on his understanding of Shangguan Mingtian, it shouldn't be a big problem to escape unscathed even if he can't win a challenge across a different level.
"Haoxi, take Mao Ming, let's go!" Feng Maoyi glanced at Shangguan Mingtian, turned around and walked towards his cousin.
He had no intention of accepting Shangguan Mingtian's challenge.
"Brother asked you to keep an arm, do you think you were joking?" Shangguan Mingtian twisted his eyes and followed him.
"King Xi, don't go too far!" Feng Maoyi turned to look at Ling Hao and frowned: "If we really want to get things done, we will fight you to the death!"
"You are so brazen. How can a person like you be qualified to fight to the death with your elder brother? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror!" Shangguan Mingtian scoffed.
As soon as his voice fell, his aura immediately increased, and then, a sword light shot out.
"You bastard, you want to die so much, I will help you!" Feng Maoyi roared angrily, and without saying another word, all the aura of the first-born War Emperor burst out.
The next moment, he raised his hand and blasted out several violent gusts of wind that swept towards Shangguan Mingtian.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was a dull loud noise, and Shangguan Mingtian was forced to step back a dozen steps, stabilized his body, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Lie down!"
Feng Maoyi stepped forward again, two more violent air waves roared out, and there was an explosion sound in the air.
"Just because you want me to lie down? How ignorant!" Shangguan Mingtian twisted his eyes again, took two steps towards Feng Maoyi, held the ancient sword in his hand and displayed his trump card.
Tianshan swordsmanship!
This is the swordsmanship created by the old man himself, and it is also one of the unique skills of the Tianshan lineage. It is a real imperial martial art!
Everyone in the Tianshan lineage who is good at swordsmanship has practiced this sword technique!
The last time, when Xuan Chenxi fought against Mo Lian from Mo Pavilion in the mountains of Dongzhou, he used the Tianshan sword technique.
Ling Hao, the young master of Tianshan Mountain, is no exception, but he rarely uses a sword, so he doesn't have many opportunities to display this martial skill.
"Take my sword!"
While Shangguan Mingtian spoke, a powerful force of true energy poured into the ancient sword, and a cold aura filled the air around the ancient sword.
Phew! Phew!
The next moment, Shangguan Mingtian flicked his wrist, and the ancient sword thrust out two devastating swords at the same time, shooting towards the opponent as if it had materialized.
Although there were only two sword moves, Feng Maoyi could clearly feel that the power of this sword was far greater than Shangguan Mingtian's previous moves.
While his pupils shrank slightly, the aura on his body instantly rose to the extreme state. The defensive aura increased by several orders of magnitude, and at the same time he raised his hand and blasted it out.
However, he still underestimated the power of the old man's self-created sword technique. Any son of Tianshan who activated this sword technique would have the strength to leapfrog the challenge.
laugh!
One of the two sword strikes was blocked by Feng Maoyi, but the other ray of cold light tore through his defense and opened a large gash on his waist, and blood spurted out.
"Hmm..." Feng Maoyi groaned and took several big steps back, his face looking very ugly.
And before he could completely stabilize, a crisis aura had struck him again.
Without having time to think about it, he quickly raised his hand to block it.
Boom!
Just like Feng Maoming, after the cold light passed, an arm was broken at the shoulder level and fell to the ground, blood gushing out.