The sword net came overwhelmingly. Tang Feng advanced instead of retreating. At this time, golden light appeared all over his body. He clenched his fists and charged directly towards the sword net.
The sword net was like a raging wave, blowing strong wind wherever it went. Those who were close to it, or warriors with weaker skills, were all rushed back.
At this moment, most people stopped what they were doing. In fact, even if they fight hard, it has nothing to do with the overall situation. What really determines the overall situation depends on the duel between the top forces.
In other words, today's confrontation between the two countries, the battle between the Chinese Dragon Group and the Fuso Sword Saint Palace, who will win or lose will depend on the outcome of the three martial kings, Tang Feng and the Sword Saint Palace.
Tang Feng stood up to meet him, clenched his fists at the same time, and punched out eighteen golden dragon fists in one breath.
The golden dragon fists are intertwined with each other, and the golden fists look like dragons roaring and rushing towards the sword net in front.
In an instant, there was a loud roar, like thunder on the ground, and the aftermath of the collision spread privately, almost sweeping through the entire Sword Saint Palace.
It was already dusk at this time, and the setting sun had already set from the top of the mountain. The red light rising from the explosion looked like a red sun from a distance.
The Golden Dragon Fist was so powerful that it tore the sword net apart immediately after the confrontation, directly breaking the sword formation formed by the three veteran martial arts kings from the Sword Saint Palace.
Although the power of the fist weakened, he still had the strength to rush forward, rushing straight towards Miyamoto Musashi in front of him.
At this moment, the face of the sword master, who is known as the patron saint of the island country, changed drastically. He jumped out of the way and did not dare to compete with this fist.
"What a terrifying Dragon Fist. Even the three-star killing sword formations of our three great martial kings in the Sword Saint Palace can't do anything to him. I never thought that this Dragon Thorn boy could be so powerful!"
When the people around the Sword Saint Palace saw this, they all marveled, and many people were already worried.
Miyamoto Musashi climbed up to the ridge of the gate, gritted his teeth and shouted secretly: "You must be damned, I never thought you could be so terrifying!"
The old King Wu on the left gasped and sighed in a deep voice: "It's really terrible. What's even more terrible is that this kid is only about twenty-five years old now. If the hatred between the two parties hadn't already been formed, otherwise I would
The Sword Saint Palace really doesn’t want to provoke such an enemy!”
The old King Wu on the opposite side shouted coldly: "What's the use of talking about it now? The bridge has been forged, and hatred is destined to be washed away with blood. However, my Fuso Sword Saint Palace has stood for hundreds of years. I absolutely cannot do it today. I am waiting for you to die."
On your hands!"
The old King Wu on the left nodded and said: "Yes, if the Sword Saint Palace is trampled to the ground by this son today, then we will not only be the sinners of the Sword Saint Palace, but also the sinners of Fusang. It is unforgivable!"
The two of them suddenly looked at each other when they said this, and both saw determination in each other's eyes.
With almost no intention, the two of them suddenly formed seals with their hands, and with the sound of two bursts of energy, two mysterious pills appeared above the heads of the two old Martial Kings.
Shadow Dragon was horrified when he saw this and said: "I didn't expect that the previous King Wu actually sacrificed Xuan Dan directly. It seems that they want to fight to the death to preserve the reputation of the Sword Saint Palace."
"Master Ancestral Dragon Thorn, you have to be careful next time!" Shadow Dragon then raised his head and looked at Tang Feng and said.
Tang Feng just nodded slightly and didn't say much. Even his face remained calm and calm.
Miyamoto Musashi stood on the ridge of the roof and sighed: "I, the palace master, do have a huge sin for letting the two uncles work so hard, but the two uncles are right. The Sword Master Palace has stood for more than three hundred years.
, has always been the patron saint of Fusang, no matter what today, it must not be defeated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he formed a seal with his hands and quickly used his white Xuandan. At this point, the three martial arts kings of the Sword Saint Palace were all forced to sacrifice their Xuandan, and they all chose to fight in the end.
At this time, the fierce fighting around them has stopped, and everyone is looking here. The battle has reached this point, and naturally it has reached a critical moment.
"My Fuso Sword Master Palace is the guardian holy land of the island nation. Not to mention that you kid can't destroy it, no one in the world can!" Miyamoto Musashi glanced around and quickly turned over.
Tang Feng shouted coldly: "Since I, the Chinese Dragon Thorn, have said that I will crush your Sword Saint Palace today, you will never be able to stop me. Not even you, nor anyone in the world can stop me!"
As soon as he said these words, Tang Feng also formed seals with his hands, and more than 1,800 divine kingdoms in his body were lit up, and his whole body was immediately filled with golden flames.
"Uncle Master, the Sword Saint Palace is at the critical moment of life and death, please don't hold back, quickly use the sword formation to kill this boy!" Miyamoto Musashi shouted coldly, holding the sword with both hands and swinging it repeatedly, and suddenly there were sword auras.
, shot out like a violent storm.
The other two old kings of martial arts also used their unique skills, the sword energy whistling, the sword energy criss-crossing, converging with each other, but this time, what was formed was no longer a net, but a huge sword.
This sword was activated by three people and had been condensed with almost all the Xuan Yuan. It was currently suspended in front of the gate of the Sword Saint Palace.
The direction the sword pointed in was exactly Tang Feng standing in front of the gate!
Tang Feng still did not retreat, his hands were already making seals continuously. Under the urging of the seals, the flames on his body quickly surged, and soon a golden flame shield was formed around his body.
"Go, kill this kid!" As Miyamoto Musashi and the other three swung their right hands, the huge qi sword suspended in front of the gate with a dazzling white light rushed out immediately.
With a loud bang, the air sword hit the shield in front of Tang Feng. There was a loud noise and the golden flame shield exploded on the spot.
However, at this moment, Tang Feng rose into the sky and rushed towards the nearest old King Wu.
"Vajra Palm, kill!" Tang Feng shouted angrily and struck out with one palm.
The old King Wu originally wanted to dodge, but he never expected that the three of them joining forces would not only be unable to kill the other party, they would not even be able to damage the other party's fur.
At this time, because he used his strongest move, Xuanyuan was consumed so much that he had no time to react.
Tang Feng slapped him with his palm and knocked him away on the spot. Blood spurted out from his mouth in mid-air. When he fell down, he was unable to stand up again.
The other old King Wu saw this and wanted to jump up to help. However, as soon as he rushed forward, Tang Feng used Dragon Fist and knocked him to the ground with one punch. He was not seriously injured.
In the end, Miyamoto Musashi originally wanted to step forward, but when he saw here and there, he dared to move again, and even the whole person was so frightened that his face turned pale.
"I said, even if the three of you can't stop me, today Japan's Ancestral Dragon will crush your Sword Saint Palace!" Tang Feng shouted coldly, rising into the air and rushing towards Miyamoto Musashi like a dragon.
past.
At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi did not move. His old face was almost distorted. He suddenly gritted his teeth and turned his head and said: "The Sword Master Palace is about to die. Please ask the God of Yuezhao to come to protect the law!"