Volume 1 Yanyun Chaos Chapter 35 In the Name of the Sword (1)
It had been tormented by Feng Qi and Yan Weixie a few hours ago. Even though it had been partially repaired, the only ten-foot platform in the martial arts arena still looked broken and cracked, giving it a rather shabby feel.
Mo Gu looked at the lines of the platform carefully and raised his eyebrows.
Xue Wuhen reminded from the side: "You are cheating."
Mo Gu said: "Is there a difference?"
Xue Wuhen wanted to retort something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.
Indeed, with Mo Gu's knowledge, since he could identify Feng Qi's fighting style and fighting method through the remaining battle traces on the battlefield, wouldn't he be able to tell it later in the battle?
A fight at the same age does not really mean a fight at the same age.
At least Mo Gu couldn't wipe out his thousands of years of combat experience and knowledge.
Feng Qi listened to the conversation between Xue Wuhen and Mo Gu and smiled nonchalantly.
Feng Muyun asked: "Are you sure of winning?"
Even though he had full confidence in his son, he was not sure that Feng Qi would win.
The gap between Hunyuan and Huixin is like a chasm, let alone Hehedao?
The Hedao at the peak of Hunyuan is still Hedao.
Feng Qi couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "Father, have you ever seen me do something I was unsure of?"
Feng Muyun thought about it carefully, then nodded imperceptibly.
In the past sixteen years, he has never opposed Feng Qi's decision.
No father's love can do this.
So this is not just fatherly love.
Although Feng Qi is only sixteen years old, his abilities are no longer limited to his position as the heir apparent.
Even if he holds the throne of Yanbei, Feng Qi should be able to do well, Feng Muyun thought silently as he walked off the stage with Xue Wuhen.
Even though the stands were not far from here, they never thought about going back to the stands.
This is the most basic respect for Mo who is willing to condescend even though he is a great person.
But just because they don't go to the stands doesn't mean there's no one in the stands.
The Sword God Guard was holding his sword and leaning on the pillar of the stand. The Sword God Guard was sitting not far from him.
"Nonsense!" Sword God Guard unceremoniously concluded the battle.
Yes, anyone who sees the battle between Hedao strongman suppressing his realm and Hunyuan will think it's nonsense.
If Mo Gu had not been defeated, the Sword God Guards would probably have stopped the battle.
The Sword God Guard stood next to him with a wry smile on his face, thinking that the Wind God Guard had been in the position of divine guard many years before them. Although they were all at the same level, they were in different circumstances. In the entire divine dynasty, only the God Emperor and the eunuch could talk.
into his ears.
Not to mention that both he and the Sword God Guard were seriously injured. Even in full strength, he did not dare to say that he could intervene in Mo Gu's battle.
He looked at the Sword God Guard, wanting to say something to comfort him, but suddenly he noticed that the latter raised his eyebrows.
"Monument thrower? When did this kid learn the secret technique of Zen?"
The Sword God Guard was slightly startled, staring at the fighting platform, and then his pupils narrowed slightly.
So where is the monument thrower? He is clearly a big monument thrower!
"It seems we have all underestimated this kid." The Sword God Guard chuckled.
The Sword God Guard said: "Even though it is a Zen secret skill, his strength is too low, otherwise why couldn't he even split the battle platform completely?"
The Sword God Guard said: "But he is only sixteen years old."
Being at the top of the list of romantic figures, having read the Dao Zang thoroughly, and being proficient in the Overlord Spear and the Traceless Sword, any one of these is considered a rare talent in a sixteen-year-old boy, let alone both?
The Sword God shows some appreciation for talents.
Who has no youth?
Sword God Guard was also young, so he naturally knew how amazing Feng Qi's achievements were now.
But Sword God Guard doesn't see it that way.
His voice was still cold, and his tone was still dissatisfied.
"So what? If you don't fully grow up, the so-called genius is just a genius."
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There are many geniuses, but there are only a dozen or so great people.
Every person in the Void Realm, even those in the Yinhui Realm, has been called a genius by others at a certain age.
It's an honor, but it only goes so far.
As the first person in the Feng family to read through Dao Zang, Feng Qi's understanding of it is even better than that of Sword Divine Guard, so what he shows to the world is never pride.
He may be lazy, he may be sharp, he may even be a little conceited.
But he is by no means proud.
He goes all out against every opponent.
Only by working hard can you be invincible.
Just like now, he used all his strength when the battle just started.
He used the Wuhenjianmu with the blessing of Yidiantong.
He used the great monument-smashing hand blessed by Fudozen.
The traceless sword eye peeks at the enemy before it, and the hand that smashes the monument with great force defeats the enemy.
But both of them failed to achieve success.
Wuhenjianmu captured the movement trajectory of Fengshenwei, but the big stone thrower still missed.
The battle platform was torn apart.
Feng Qi watched the palm fall, his eyes slightly condensed.
He couldn't figure out how the Fengshenwei managed to escape, but now it was a battle. It might not be too intense, but there was still no question and answer session.
The wind in the field was whimpering, like weeping or complaining.
The wind roared in the field, like resentment or anger.
Fengqi heard a sonorous sound through the layers of wind, and then a faint light lit up in his field of vision.
He ducked away without hesitation, and saw the Feng Shenwei passing by him with his sword, and in an instant he disappeared into the whining or whistling wind.
This is the first time such a situation has occurred in the same battle since Feng Qi understood the Wuhen Sword Intent.
It was difficult for him to catch the figure of Fengshenwei, as if he was fighting against the netherworld.
Taking the name of the wind as its name means freedom and ease, and following the path of freedom.
Feng Shenwei really deserves his reputation, Feng Qi thought silently.
Another cold light flashed.
Feng Qi escaped again.
The cold light disappeared again in the whining wind.
A sword seam appeared on Fengqi's collar, and a few strands of long hair slowly fell down.
He sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
The wind is getting louder.
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"This guy Feng Shenwei is so ruthless. Although he is limited to the peak, he still practices the Feng Yin method he is best at, and still uses his most powerful Sword Art. It seems that my precious apprentice wants to
I've been taught a lesson." Xue Wuhen looked at the platform with a smile on her face, not showing the slightest hint of anxiety or shame as a disciple is in a bad situation.
The strange thing is that Feng Muyun didn't speak up for Feng Qi either.
His eyes were very deep, as if he were looking at the Yanbei defense map before the war.
Xue Wuhen could not get any effective feedback and was not depressed. She was about to say something but suddenly let out a sigh.
Then all his playful smiles disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Just like a sword dozens of miles away.
And those further away who are spying on the war situation.
Feng Qi closed his eyes, but behind him there were two bright blue lights, which looked like the eyes of gods.
The scene is sacred and full of weirdness. If it were daytime, the people in the stands might be shocked speechless by this scene.
But now the people watching the battle were all well-known figures in the divine dynasty, and they easily recognized what those eyes were.
The sword suddenly appeared next to Xue Wuhen, his face as cold as ice.
The Sword God Guard said: "If Fa Jian doesn't give an explanation, how can we explain it to His Majesty when we go back?"
The elder of Murong Mansion led Murong Xue behind them, sighed, and said: "Although my humble words don't mean anything, I am the Prime Minister's Sixth Uncle after all. Since Ming Ming is not here, I can only say this for him.
....Has Xueyun Sect, in acting like this, considered the original intention of setting up the Dao Conference?"
Then more people showed up.
The great elder quietly appeared beside Feng Muyun.
The third elder appeared at the other end of the battle platform.
A twin flower fell to the ground. The Holy Maiden of Medicine Valley was panting, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
The Craftsman God and the Medicine Saint arrived hand in hand, and Qi Luozhu was still wrapped in thick bandages.
They all looked at Xue Wuhen, wanting an explanation.
Xue Wuhen wanted to cry but had no tears, thinking that even he had never expected that this little brat had such a high talent, that he could comprehend the highest mental method of Wuhen Sword Intent without relying on anyone's teaching or explanation.
"This... this really has nothing to do with me. This is not something that can be taught through preaching. Jianji and Jianlu will not allow me to do this." Xue Wuhen said a few words in a row, which was quite a bit confusing.
Don't hesitate to speak.
Elder Murong frowned, thinking, do you really not know about this?
The Sword God Guard remained sullen, with an air of determination that he would never give up.
The Sword God Guard spoke in a cold voice, "Not many people in the entire Wuhen Peak can master the Wusheng Sword Hidden. Can you possibly say that this is something that the Crown Prince of Yanbei realized on his own?"
What did Xue Wuhen want to say.
The Sword God Guard interrupted him, "I will definitely report this matter to the God Emperor and ask him to personally ask for an explanation from Jianji and Jianlu."
Xue Wuhen was a little crazy, thinking why don't you believe me?
I...at best I just copied a book of Swordsmanship Finals for him...
This is enough for the guy on Fenglei Peak to get online.
Thinking of the selfless guy on Fenglei Peak, Xue Wuhen's face became even more ugly. Then she turned her head and looked at Feng Qi on the battlefield, thinking to herself, wait until the battle is over to see how I deal with you!
Is this trick... now something that can be displayed in public?
Just when everyone was pointing their fingers at Xue Wuhen, Feng Muyun suddenly said: "Maybe this really has nothing to do with Xueyun's sword."
Sword God Guard hummed.
Two sounds.
Feng Muyun withdrew his gaze from the stage, looked at the Sword God Guard, and said, "You'll understand after you read on."