As Miyamoto Musashi finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
On the other hand, when the Great Holy Son and the Three Holy Girls saw this and saw the Second Holy Son defeated by Tang Feng's move, they couldn't help but secretly rejoice in their misfortune.
But at this moment, no one paid attention to their expressions.
Tang Feng's eyes were fixed on Miyamoto Musashi, and the dragon spear in his hand was tightly grasped.
Originally, Watanabe Mengfei wanted to say something to save face, but seeing his master's face sinking like water, he dared to speak again.
Miyamoto Musashi only waved his hand to signal him to retreat. Now everyone could see that this King of Martial Arts was probably going to take action himself.
Although Tang Feng's expression was solemn, he did not retreat at all, even though this was the first time so far that he was preparing to fight against a powerful Martial King.
However, this is a secret realm. Under the influence of gravity and sealing rules, neither Wu Lord's true energy nor Wu Lord's Xuanyuan can be used freely.
In other words, in this situation, even an ordinary Martial King can only use physical strength.
But now, Tang Feng's golden body of the Kingdom of God is about to be completed. At this time, he has no chance to win against a King of Martial Arts.
"Originally, with my status, I shouldn't personally take action against juniors like you, but now I have to take action!"
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly shouted coldly, and he stood up from the ground, like a roc spreading its wings, and rushed directly towards Tang Feng.
Tang Feng's eyes narrowed. Even though he couldn't figure out the opponent's strength, he had experienced hundreds of battles now. How could he give up easily?
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward and faced him head-on.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" As he flew through the air, Tang Feng thrust out his spear, like an emperor on an expedition, stabbing straight into the opponent's throat.
"Humph, it's just a small trick!" Miyamoto Musashi shouted coldly and raised his arms.
He did not carry a sword with him. He had been practicing hard in seclusion in that thatched house on the top of the mountain that claimed to be a sword furnace for decades. He had already broken through the realm of being able to use a sword without a sword, and had even reached the point where everything could be turned into a sword.
Although there is no sword in his hand, his arm or even a piece of green bamboo can be turned into a sword.
Even Tang Feng couldn't see his specific movements clearly. He only saw the opponent's arm raised strangely, and suddenly with a bang, the dragon spear hit him from the side.
At this moment, Tang Feng felt a surging force coming towards him. The dragon gun shook suddenly and immediately deflected. Even the tiger's mouth on his hand felt numb.
"Such a terrifying power!" Tang Feng was suddenly shocked. After all, the opponent was worthy of being a powerful Martial King. Even if he didn't use Xuan Dan Xuan Yuan, his physical strength was not trivial.
"Sealing the Sky!" Miyamoto Musashi twisted around in the air, used his arm as a knife, and cut off Tang Feng's wrist in an attempt to cut off his Dragon Spear.
"Nine moves of Dragon Claw!" Tang Feng shouted coldly, his left hand thrust out from his armpit like lightning, and aimed directly at the opponent's throat at a strange angle.
Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect Tang Feng to play in such a way. At this time, he could suddenly cut off the opponent's wrist and force the opponent to give up the Dragon Spear completely.
However, in this way, his own throat will be in slight danger. Even if the opponent's dragon claws may not necessarily be able to cut off his throat, he will still be injured.
After all, he is a powerful martial king of the generation. To fight with a junior is to bully the junior. If he is injured by the opponent, it will be a great shame and humiliation.
After all, Miyamoto Musashi was indeed a martial king, the patron saint of sword masters of the island country. His wrist suddenly changed, and he changed his moves so quickly in the middle that he could almost do whatever he wanted.
Without any stagnation, he cut off his head with one move that broke the sky.
Tang Feng was startled. The opponent's speed changed so fast that he could hardly keep up. In the crisis, he could only retreat immediately.
However, he was a little slow in the end. Although he avoided the vital part of the body, his left arm was cut by the opponent. A stinging pain hit him, and the entire arm was almost destroyed.
"Heaven-piercing style!" Miyamoto Musashi didn't stop at all after he succeeded in this move. A veteran like him certainly understands how to kill you while you're sick.
At this moment, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword, with all his sharp edges exposed.
Tang Feng frowned and endured the huge pain in his left arm. He raised the dragon spear with his right hand and swept away thousands of troops with one move. He immediately swept towards him.
"It's useless!" Miyamoto Musashi shouted coldly, and with one palm strike, the invincible dragon spear was immediately knocked away.
Tang Feng looked horrified. It was only now that he could truly feel the gap between himself and King Wu. He stepped hastily and quickly dodged.
Fortunately, the other party shot the Flying Dragon Spear in the middle and was slightly blocked. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to dodge.
"Falling style!" Miyamoto Musashi still had no intention of stopping. His whole body suddenly shot up into the sky, and then he dived down from top to kill.
Tang Feng had no choice but to retreat further, and the force rushed out from under his feet like dense rain, and he picked up the dragon spear in the middle.
"Dominion over the world!" Tang Feng fired his dragon spear again, and he dived and jumped to deliver the strongest blow.
Before Miyamoto Musashi finished executing his Falling Style move, he twisted his body and changed his move again.
"Kill God!" With his feet a little lower, Miyamoto Musashi once again jumped up like a tiger and a leopard, and faced the Dragon Spear head-on.
"Not good!" At this moment, Tang Feng's expression changed drastically. He had already seen how powerful and terrifying the opponent's move was. Without thinking, he immediately gave up and abandoned the dragon spear, and retreated quickly.
However, Miyamoto Musashi had already come forward, slashing his arm like a sharp sword across the air, breaking the Dragon Spear's momentum on the spot. What's even more terrible is that his remaining momentum was not reduced at all, and he rushed forward.
But in the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi rushed to Tang Feng and immediately struck out with a palm.
With a bang, Tang Feng immediately flew out like a kite with its string cut off, and fell back ten feet away before he staggered back to his feet.
At this time, the breath in his body surged, and he almost couldn't suppress the blood arrow. Although he finally managed to hold it back, blood stains appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"You are indeed worthy of being a King of Martial Arts!" Tang Feng gritted his teeth and stared at him closely, while slowly wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth.
Miyamoto Musashi twisted his body, and his whole body was immediately nailed to the ground. He put his hands behind his back and hummed: "You kid can take seventy-two moves from me before losing. Looking at the whole world, among the younger generation, there are only
Only you can do it!"
As he spoke, he shook his head repeatedly and sighed: "Talent is indeed terrible. Even I and Zulong were not half as old as you back then. If you are not allowed to grow up in the future, you will have endless troubles!"
Tang Feng stood up slowly and said, "It seems like you, the King of Martial Arts, are going to kill you today?"
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly snorted: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too high-profile. Before you have fully grown up, you are jumping around and making countless enemies, so you must die!"
