The sudden strike was beyond everyone's expectations. I thought that Zhuo Mufeng had suppressed Gong Yangjin, but I didn't expect that the opponent had a trump card, and it was only at this moment that he really revealed it.
Roaring wildly in his heart, Gong Yangjin continued to increase his power, causing the momentum of the sword to continue to rise. It was so bright that many people could not open their eyes. Wherever it passed, an obvious fan-shaped barrier appeared in the void.
Under the pressure of the knife light, before it was even close, the ground where Zhuo Mufeng was could no longer bear the pressure of the knife, and spider web-like gaps cracked on the surface, extending farther and farther.
"Senior Brother Zhuo!" Qiu Rongshang screamed, her pretty face turning pale.
Everyone present watched helplessly as the unstoppable sword light struck Zhuo Mufeng. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how talented Zhuo Mufeng was, it was all in vain.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was in danger, still had a stern face. Just when everyone thought he was bound to be defeated, his sword power suddenly changed. If he was still masculine and domineering before, now he is surrounded by Buddha's light, and the golden light is reflected.
He is extremely sacred and full of mysterious religious majesty.
Zhuo Mufeng swung the sword with one hand, moving it diagonally upward from right to left. With the blessing of the Great Enlightenment Heart Seed Demon Technique, he easily discovered the flaw in Gongyang's sword move. The brilliant golden sword light filled the sky with the sound of Sanskrit.
Spread out.
It is the first form of Bodhidharma's Divine Sword, the first appearance of Buddha's light.
The golden sword light and the white sword light collided together without any illusions, and then they made a clicking sound. The energy of the swords mixed together and exploded. They were forcibly gathered together by the two of them, and they fell to the ground like a beam of light.
Boom!
The ground suddenly exploded, and countless white marble fragments rose into the sky along the trajectory of the light pillar.
The two figures attacked each other at the same time, sometimes engaging in hand-to-hand combat, and sometimes engaging in long-range attacks. Pieces of hard white marble were easily cut off by them. In the hands of the two men, the wooden swords seemed to have become magical weapons, possessing unparalleled lethality.
"It is said that Kuanglong has cultivated the Nine Rainbow Sword Technique to a great level. The Buddhist swordsmanship just now is clearly a five-star secret skill, reaching the level of Xiaocheng. Also, his internal strength, although its origin is unknown, is also a five-star level, otherwise he would not be able to compete with Gongyang.
At the age of twenty, I have dabbled in three five-star secret arts and achieved success in all of them. This kind of talent is truly rare in ancient times."
Yang Batian could not help but be amazed. Before today, if someone had told him that he would admire a twenty-year-old young man so much, he would not believe it even to death.
Who would have thought that in just half a year, Kuang Long, who became the young king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty in the Fengyun Conference, would make such great progress? It is simply unbelievable.
The three palace masters looked at each other, and they all saw the look of shock in each other's eyes. Fortunately, they were still worried about Zhuo Mufeng, but they didn't expect that the other party was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai and was not afraid of Gong Yang entering at all.
"Keqing, you must have a good relationship with this young man!" Qin Xi said to Qin Keqing while watching the fierce battle, his tone was extremely serious.
Qin Keqing knew her aunt's temperament. If the other party spoke in this tone, it meant that the matter was very important. She nodded repeatedly: "I understand."
Qin Keqing knew what to do without Qin Xi's instructions. The style displayed by Zhuo Mufeng in today's battle should not be described as shocking, but unprecedented.
Based on what she knew and saw, even if we go back a hundred or two hundred years, if there is someone whose talent can be equal to that of Zhuo Mufeng, it can only be the most mysterious Sword Saint, Xiang Wuji.
But who is he? He is a legendary master. Even if he travels through all the barren mountains and wild mountains in the world and includes all the hidden people, he is still enough to be ranked among the top ones.
Doesn't it mean that Zhuo Mufeng's future achievements will be enough to be on par with the Sword Saint, and he can grow into a being that is feared by the five royal families?
Of course, no one can predict the future, which is always full of variables and surprises, but at least it is certain that Zhuo Mufeng has this potential.
Just thinking of this, Qin Keqing's whole heart was in chaos. She looked at the tall, strong, free and easy young swordsman in the field, her pretty face was as red as a fever, and she couldn't look away.
Impossible, he can't be so strong! Gong Yangjin's mentality exploded, almost crazy. He thought he could win easily and humiliate the opponent to the end, but he didn't expect that he would be kicked out of the iron plate and risk being defeated.
Thinking that Su Zhilan was watching from the side, Gongyang Jin told himself that he could never be defeated. He roared from the bottom of his heart, pushed his skills to the limit, and struck Zhuo Mufeng with one knife after another, killing Zhuo Mufeng at any cost, trying to create
Kill.
However, Zhuo Mufeng knew his fluctuations very well. Among the ten moves, he must be able to predict five of them in advance and intercept them, constantly eating away at Gong Yangjin's advantage.
A Buddhist lamp slowly rotated above Zhuo Mufeng's head, and part of the surrounding sword energy was blocked. As Zhuo Mufeng swung his sword, the Buddha lamp shined brightly. These lights were composed of thousands of sword energy, and they were all-pervasive.
Hard to guard against.
It is the second form of Bodhidharma's Divine Sword, the golden-topped Buddha lamp.
Puff puff……
The light continued to pierce through the sword energy, but Gong Yangjin was no ordinary person. As his body rotated, a layer of sword curtain blocked him in front of him.
His body suddenly jumped up more than ten feet, like a flying dragon in the sky. When it reached the top, it was when Gong Yangjin was at his strongest and climbed to the top. The sword curtain suddenly shrank and penetrated into the wooden knife, and the wooden knife immediately appeared.
There are gaps.
Gong Yangjin has extremely strong control over his internal energy, but he is somewhat unable to control it at this moment, which shows how powerful the sword he is about to send is. Before the wooden knife is broken, Gong Yangjin's hair is disheveled, his eyes are faintly red, and his head and feet are
On the way up, the falling man and his sword merged into one, swooping towards Zhuo Mufeng.
call out!!
What a knife this is!
The distance of more than ten feet seemed to be shortened to a few feet, and the sword pierced out without making any sound. In the eyes of everyone, when Gong Yangjin sent out the sword, the sword had already stabbed Zhuo Mufeng.
Sizzling...
Wisps of seven-color sword light suddenly exploded, cutting the ground. Only then did everyone catch the scene, but it was Gong Yangjin's wooden sword that was blocked by Zhuo Mufeng's wooden sword. The light of the sword pierced the seven-color light shield, killing him.
It penetrated more than half of the way, but there was still half a foot left without breaking through.
A harsh sound broke through the air from behind the ram. It turned out that the speed of the knife just now was too fast, so that the sound could not be heard in time. Most people present felt scared. Was such a knife technique made by humans?
If it had been them, ten lives would have been lost.
But the young swordsman was even more terrifying. He actually blocked the sword. Not only did he block it, even the concubines in the harem of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty felt that a vigorous sword power was erupting from the body of the young swordsman.
The seven-color sword light became more and more dazzling, like the light of stars composed of seven kinds of gems, making Zhuo Mufeng in the middle look like a swordsman walking out of a dream, boundless and invincible.
"If the ram enters, you are defeated."
As the voice fell, the wooden sword in Zhuo Mufeng's hand cracked. But the light shield turned into a seven-color sword light, which suddenly pierced Gong Yangjin's sword and passed through the wooden sword, causing the wooden sword to shatter into sawdust.
The remaining momentum is still there, pouring into Gong Yangjin's arms.
"puff!"
Two balls of blood mist burst out from both arms, and were immediately shattered by the sword energy. Gongyang Jin howled miserably, flew upside down for more than ten feet, and rolled on the ground for more than ten times. His body wiped the fallen feather pattern on the rear to pieces.
It was difficult to stand up for a while.
The scene became dead silent.
Everyone stared at this scene in amazement. The reversal happened so fast that most people didn't even come back to their senses.
Until Le Qian slapped the desk and shouted: "Okay!" The sound of "Okay" woke everyone up, and the scene immediately erupted into unparalleled cheers.
At this time, the sun happened to break through the dark clouds, and a ray of sunshine shone on Zhuo Mufeng, giving his body a light golden color. His hair was slightly brushed, his clothes were fluttering, and he looked indescribably handsome.
There are countless ways to stand out.
The ram on the other side fell to the ground miserably and was struggling to get up.
Comparing the two, Zhuo Mufeng appears even more extraordinary and his style is indescribable.
The numerous maids and even the harem concubines present could not help but shine brightly when looking at Zhuo Mufeng.
They have lived in the palace for a long time and have a special status. Although they have met many high-ranking men, their own men are even the most influential people in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
But there has never been a man who has shown the strength of a warrior and the masculinity of a man in such a straightforward and domineering manner in front of them.
Is this my number one genius in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty? He is indeed a strange man who is unforgettable at first sight!
"Senior Brother Zhuo is so amazing..." Qiu Rongshang showed a bright smile and looked at the young man in white standing in the field, sighing at the magic of fate.
She didn't expect that the first friend she met who was not Yuhuanlou would be so outstanding. Thinking of how on the island, she took off her shoes without concealment and ran wildly, dancing in front of her, Qiu Rongshang's pink face turned red again
.
The Eleventh Prince on the side became very jealous and couldn't help but snorted heavily, but deep down in his heart, he had to admit that Zhuo Mufeng did have something up his sleeve.
Su Zhilan's crescent-like beautiful eyes raised, and a flash of shock quickly flashed through her. She was very surprised by Zhuo Mufeng's performance, and the shock was soon replaced by dripping charm.
She smiled beautifully, raised her glass and took another sip, her expression quickly returning to being cold.
"Well, you are worthy of me, Junlong of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Mufeng, Mufeng, you were too humble earlier. With such great ability, you should have competed with the masters of your generation in Northern Qi from the beginning."
The most excited person in the room was undoubtedly the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty. There was still a trace of gloom on his face, and a smile crept back to the corner of his mouth. He poured a glass of wine himself and handed it to the old eunuch beside him.
The latter walked up to Zhuo Mufeng with a smile and said: "Young hero, this is a fine wine given by His Majesty himself, please!"
Of course, Zhuo Mufeng couldn't refuse. After taking it, he drank it down in one gulp, showing his heroic demeanor, and said with cupped hands: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Hahaha..." The Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty was in a happy mood. He turned to Qi Yuanhao on his side and smiled: "Yuanhao, if you and I are competing as peers, it is inevitable that there will be injuries and accidents. Don't argue with me, Yingjie of Eastern Zhou Dynasty.