The master sent Yang Feng out of the Tianji Tower without even giving Yang Feng a chance to persuade him. No matter what the reason was, he could not accept the rash use of Daxu's national destiny at this time. If something uncontrollable happened, the Daxu Dynasty would
They all have to collapse.
Yang Feng, who was standing outside the Tianji Tower, pondered for a moment, turned around and left without continuing to try to enter the Tianji Tower.
The master's reaction was as he expected. The master's disagreement with using the National Fortune Golden Dragon does not mean that Yang Feng will give up. This time, he may have to see the strength of this mortal ceiling.
After going back to play with Yang Yuling for a while, Yang Feng returned to the imperial city. If the master was unwilling to use the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, only Qin Chuan would be left.
"You want to stop Master?"
Hearing Yang Feng's thoughts, Qin Chuan and Murong Fu were both shocked. Although Yang Feng's performance was shocking every time, challenging the Master was tantamount to fantasy. If the Master was so easy to challenge, there would be no ordinary world.
The name of the ceiling.
"If it doesn't work, forget it. Maybe there are other ways."
Murong Fu persuaded in a low voice that if Yang Feng and Master fought against each other for his own sake, even if he succeeded in refining the True Dragon Pearl with the help of Daxu National Fortune, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"Don't worry about me. No matter how dissatisfied I am, Master will not kill me."
Now the master regards himself as the savior of the Daxu Dynasty. In his heart, China's fortune is first, and his savior is the second. As long as he doesn't go too far, he can't kill him, not to mention that there are three great swordsmen who can't defeat him.
It's okay to escape.
"At noon tomorrow, Qin Chuan will wake up the Great Xu National Luck Golden Dragon. Fatty can peacefully transform into a dragon with the help of National Luck. Leave the rest to me."
After that, Yang Feng sat next to him and closed his eyes, recalling everything he knew about Confucius. Although Confucius might have other means to change history, using past memories as a reference was enough for him to simulate a battle in his mind.
Seeing that Yang Feng was so determined, Murong Fu could only give up the persuasion and secretly prayed to the master not to kill him. The ordinary ceiling was not blown out.
This time, Yang Feng did not hesitate to challenge his master to let Murong Fu refine the True Dragon Ball. On the one hand, it was for Murong Fu's sake, and on the other hand, he was worried about the arm of the innate great lich sealed in the dragon ball. Since it was sealed,
It means that the innate great lich is still alive, and when he reaches that state, he can forcefully cross the boundary by sensing a certain part of himself.
It would be difficult for him and Emperor Zixu to deal with an ordinary lich in the Mortal Realm together, let alone an innate great lich. By then, the entire mortal world would become the realm of death.
He can't tell Master about this yet. For the sake of mortals, Master will forcibly separate the dragon ball from Murong Fu's body and seal the whole dragon ball. In this way, mortals may be stable, but Murong Fu will definitely die. The dragon's blood is domineering.
Before he could completely condense his dragon body, he needed to rely on the real dragon dragon balls to suppress the dragon blood. Once the dragon balls were peeled off, Murong Fu's physical body would collapse in an instant.
Yang Feng simulated the battle between himself and the Confucius over and over again in his mind. Qin Chuan also mobilized his own forbidden troops to secretly surround the Taichu Palace. These forbidden troops might not be able to stop the Confucius, but they could always delay him for a while.
When the moon set and the sun rose, Yang Feng also woke up from the simulation. It was difficult to defeat the Master, but he could still do it as long as he held him back and let Murong Fu transform into a dragon.
There was a chilling atmosphere in the Taichu Hall, and the door of the Tianji Tower on the academy side slowly opened as the first ray of sunlight fell.
"Oh, what a nonsense."
The master sighed and disappeared from the Tianji Tower.
"coming!"
Yang Feng, who was sitting in the Taichu Hall, suddenly opened his eyes, sword energy burst out from his body, and his whole body turned into a sharp sword. In order to deal with the master, he adjusted himself to the peak state.
"I'll leave the fat man to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng turned into a stream of sword energy and flew out of the Taichu Palace.
On the Imperial City campus, Yang Feng and Master stood in mid-air. Although they did not speak, their momentum had already begun for the first round of confrontation.
Yang Feng is like a peerless killing weapon, with an edge that can cut the sky and split the earth, while Master is as plain as water, with an endless supply. If it is not the ultimate sword, how can it cut off the flow of water.
After just a moment of confrontation, Yang Feng was at a disadvantage. The sword force emitted was like a mud cow entering the sea. It disappeared without a trace when it approached the Master. Instead, he was surrounded by the Master's momentum.
"Murong Fu has made great contributions to the Daxu Dynasty. Naturally, I will not treat him badly. In addition to the national destiny, I can use my treasures to help him recover his hands and feet."
The master really doesn’t want to fight Yang Feng. Yang Feng, who practices extreme swordsmanship, uses his killing move. Judging from the momentum Yang Feng displays, he may not be his opponent in the ordinary cave and underworld realm. He already has the capital to fight with him.
, he didn’t dare to guarantee that he would be able to hold back his strength even if there was a real fight.
"All I want is the Golden Dragon of National Fortune."
Seeing the firm look in Yang Feng's eyes and the dense sword energy all over his body, Master knew that today's battle was inevitable. In his heart, he was also looking forward to seeing Yang Feng's true strength. As the only hope for the disaster, Yang Feng showed
The stronger he is, the more he can rest assured, but he is afraid of accidentally hurting Yang Feng, which will lead to three calamities that no one can stop, and ultimately ruin the entire Daxu Dynasty.
"My only wish for the common people is that the world will be peaceful."
The moment he finished speaking, Yang Feng saw groups of white bubbles coming from all directions. The mountains and rivers of the Daxu Dynasty and the people's hearts turned into invisible pressure and suddenly pressed on Yang Feng.
To put it bluntly, the national destiny is the will of the world and the people. Master's use of the national destiny to suppress Yang Feng is to use the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, and all living things of the Daxu Dynasty to suppress Yang Feng. The Daxu Dynasty has reached the peak that the common people can accommodate, which shows the majesty of its national destiny.
"Buzz!"
Jianyu and the three major sword embryos sensed the pressure from the outside world and emerged at the same time.
Under the suppression of the national destiny, the area covered by the sword domain has shrunk by nearly one-third, but the sword energy surrounding Yang Feng that can tear apart the world and mountains and rivers has become more and more dazzling. The sword domain is resisting the suppression of the national destiny.
Seeing Yang Feng attack with all his strength for the first time, Master's eyes flashed with surprise. Under the suppression of the national fortune, he could still release his domain, and it could also expand to such an extent. Ordinary people at the peak of the cave realm may not be able to do it. In addition,
Yang Feng was still constantly resisting the sword energy suppressed by the national destiny, and the strength Yang Feng displayed was far beyond his imagination.
"In time, your sword will be enough to cut off all kinds of things in the world, and even break through the world and ascend to the sky, but today you can't cut off the destiny of the great Xu nation."
The master persuaded Yang Feng, while using the luck of the country to condense a book and brush with shining blue light.
"Under the fate of the country, your sword will be dim."
The master held a brush and wrote a powerful stroke on the book. The next moment he suppressed the sword field, it was like being held in an invisible big hand. The sword field was quickly compressed, and the sword energy lingering around Yang Feng
The light is also dimming rapidly.
Follow your words!
In the Daxu Dynasty, the master can rely on the fortune of the country to follow his words. This world is the domain of the master. What Yang Feng is facing now is not only the master, but also the power of a dynasty.
At the same time as the master took action, Qin Chuan in the Taichu Palace also noticed the changes in the national destiny. The dagger swiped his wrist and a smear of blood spilled out, silently reciting the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty.
"Ouch!"
As a dragon roar pierced the sky, the blood spilled by Qinchuan floated in the mid-air, emitting little golden light, and a golden dragon soared among the white clouds, hovering above the Taichu Palace.
The Golden Dragon of National Fortune of the Daxu Dynasty!
"Qin Chuan is still too young."
The Master shook his head when he saw the Golden Dragon of National Destiny. When he was about to write the second page of the book in his hand, a sword light cut through the invisible suppression of National Destiny and came instantly.
"clang!"
The brush floated in front of the master and blocked the broken sword. Yang Feng looked at the master with a cold expression: "It's best not to be distracted when fighting with me. You will pay the price for underestimating the enemy."
The master frowned, he couldn't suppress Yang Feng even if he was under pressure. The sword just now had a fatal threat, otherwise Cang Shengbi would never break free from his control and run to block the sword.
The two magic weapons, Book of All Living Beings and Cangsheng Pen, are the magic weapons used by the Master to cultivate the relationship between life and life. They originally reached the heaven-level quality. After the Master mastered the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty, the two magic weapons were nurtured by the national destiny all the year round, and their quality has exceeded the heaven-level.
, or in other words, even the essence of the magic weapon has changed. These two magic weapons have become the most precious treasures of national destiny. Just like Master, the stronger the national destiny, the stronger the power of the magic weapon. If the Great Void Dynasty is destroyed, these two magic weapons will not even be downgraded.
It will break directly.
"It seems that if I don't suppress you, I won't be able to stop Qin Chuan."
Looking at the ball of light floating out from Taichu Palace, Master finally planned to deal with Yang Feng seriously. It was too difficult to deal with Yang Feng while he was distracted with Qin Chuan fighting for the control of the Golden Dragon of National Fortune.
"bring it on."
Yang Feng swung the broken sword again. There were no fancy Yuan skills, just pure swordsmanship. The entire imperial city was within the domain of the Confucius. The vitality of heaven and earth had been blocked by the Confucius. Yang Feng could only rely on his own background to entangle the Confucius.
The performance of Yuan Shu requires careful calculation.
"retreat!"
Cangsheng drew a cross in the sky with his pen, and in an instant the cross turned into a sharp sword and slashed towards Yang Feng.
"Ding!"
The broken sword thrust out, and when the power of the sword domain shrouded the general in the broken sword, the cross sword light broke open, guiding the two sword lights to pass by. The next moment, Yang Feng felt the pressure coming from in front of him, and the hair on his body exploded.
stand.
"Within the sword domain, I am a sword!"
The Xinyi Sword Fetus shook violently, and the blocked spiritual energy around it was broken by invisible force. A large amount of spiritual energy covered Yang Feng's body, turning him into a sharp sword wrapped with sword energy.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and a big hand was split from the middle the moment it grabbed Yang Feng. The master's pupils condensed, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face. It was obvious that he had blocked the surrounding vitality, and it was impossible for Yang Feng to absorb the surrounding energy.
Aura.
"I told you not to underestimate the enemy."
Yang Feng swung his broken sword and turned into sword light and rushed towards the master.