Although the high priest opened his mouth to praise and spoke like this, his subordinates showed no mercy at all.
The sword's light was like the moonlight, with a touch of sadness, as if the hero's suffering at the end of his life turned into a nameless clear light in the darkness.
Kill on a moonlit night!
Leng Yue's last move to bury the soul of poetry was also the pinnacle of sword intent, gushing out!
Feng Ziyue's mighty sword light, when touched by this ray of clear light, melted like boiling soup and splashing snow!
The moonlight, which penetrates everywhere and shines all over the world, is silent when it falls, but it is unable to resist.
Change!
receive!
retreat!
Feng Ziyue hesitated with his sword intent, barely holding on, but he could only watch helplessly as the sword light struck his forehead!
His heart trembled, his wrists tightened, and he was about to use the last resort - the nameless sword technique!
However, the moonlight stopped at this time.
The Great Priest broke out into fits of violent coughing, grunted, and slumped down to the ground. A mouthful of blood protruded and fell to the ground, like a plum blossom in full bloom.
The irresistible sword light also dissipated without a trace.
The swordsmanship is the ultimate swordsmanship, but the human body is already decaying.
Even the Great Priest with great cultivation cannot resist the passage of time.
"If it were five hundred years ago, I could still advance the sword light three inches..."
The Daimuji coughed and wheezed for a while, and finally recovered. He raised his head, glanced at Feng Ziyue, and laughed dryly.
If he advances another three inches, he can cut off Feng Ziyue's head, but Feng Ziyue knows that he is not lying. If he doesn't show his nameless sword skill, he may not be able to withstand this sword skill that is as poetic as the moonlight.
He admired it wholeheartedly and nodded.
"The Great Priest's swordsmanship is superb, I admire you greatly."
Feng Ziyue also saw that Damuji really had no killing intention. Although his swordsmanship was strong, he had no killing intention, but he still didn't understand why Damuji was trying to test him like this.
"Your swordsmanship is not bad either..."
The Great Priest shook his head, with a look of leisurely fascination on his face, "My Leng Yue Soul Burial Poetry Sword Technique was created by the Moon Lord and passed down by the Moon Lord's disciples. In today's world, few people can resist it."
"How powerful is Moon Master's swordsmanship?"
Although Feng Ziyue has also heard the legends of the three masters who claim to be gods, the Lord of the Sun, the Lord of the Moon, and the Lord of the Four Directions, after all, there are only a few people in the world who have seen them, and there is no specific information.
They are just some mythical legends. Now that I have seen the swordsmanship of the Great Priest, I can understand the strength of such a legendary master.
"His old man's martial arts skills can no longer be described as martial arts skills..."
Dai Muji was a believer of the Moon Lord, so he naturally said it was magical, but he did not exaggerate too much, but looked at Feng Ziyue with a smile, as if he had found a treasure.
"On the other hand, your swordsmanship, I think the sword spirit is still there, and there is still room for improvement... Okay, okay! It's really amazing that you can reach this level at such a young age, and that you come from a wild world and can't be truly taught.
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Feng Ziyue's heart moved. He had already felt the direction of the eighth form of the Sword God Technique. Back then, the woman in white, Ling Longwan, had also said that his sword intention still had room for further development.
"I am ashamed to receive the great praise from the Great Priest."
Feng Ziyue is not humble at all. In the Outer World, he is truly the number one swordsman. But in the Galaxy World, even though he can be called a master, there are tens of millions of swordsmen in the Outer World, and countless people have reached the peak.
Just like the Suzaku Sword Master, like the great master Xue Dingren who created the infinite mystical sword technique, just like the Moon Lord who created the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul sword technique.
These people have gained the true meaning of swordsmanship, and their martial arts have entered an incredible realm.
They have to admit that Feng Ziyue is not their opponent yet.
But he has no fear at all. When he integrates Wanjia's martial arts into one, innovates new sword moves, and continues to climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he will be able to fight these people sooner or later!
He wants to be a veritable swordsman and truly reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!
The stronger the master and the better his swordsmanship, the more his fighting spirit will be aroused!
"You don't have to take it," the Great Priest shook his hand, and the clear light all over his body disappeared, revealing a state of decay and malaise. He slowly walked back to his original position, sat down slowly, closed his eyes and shook his head, showing his exhaustion.
, "I took the liberty to invite Mr. Feng to come here, and also took the liberty to test me. It is really my fault. I have to invite Mr. Feng Haihan."
"It's my great honor to be able to witness such exquisite swordsmanship of the Great Priest. How dare I be weird?"
Speaking of the behavior of the Great Priest, it is indeed a bit rude, but because of his status and age, and secondly, Feng Ziyue was indeed admired by Leng Yue's Poetry Soul Burial Sword Technique, so he didn't care.
"That's good. I'm getting older and my behavior may be a little eccentric. Thank you young people for your understanding..."
The great priest coughed twice and showed a sly smile.
Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly and was speechless. He naturally knew that the old fox understood very well in his heart and was by no means eccentric, but it was hard to say anything more.
"I wonder what the reason for the Great Priest's summons is for you to come here?"
The supreme leader of the Suzaku Qisu Yuezhu Temple was certainly not joking. He called him over to try his sword skills. Feng Ziyue could also see that using the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Skill would have a negative impact on the body.
The burden was huge, and the Great Priest was declining with age. Even though it was just a few moves, it cost a lot of life.
Paying such a high price must be done for something.
"You are also a smart person."
The Great Priest nodded, "With your martial arts talents, among the Suzaku Qisu, you will definitely be able to stand out and become a hero within a few decades of effort..."
He glanced at Feng Ziyue, "I heard that you promised the people of the Night King's Palace that you would participate in the Suzaku Academy competition, get first place, and get that sacred treasure for them?"
Feng Ziyue was shocked. The fact that the Night King Chong was looking for him was extremely secret. Even the people from the Fire Source Sect who were riding on the Milky Way with them didn't know about it. He didn't expect that the Great Priest would know about it.
It's really remarkable.
Since he revealed it straight away, there was no need to hide it, Feng Ziyue nodded silently.
"It's nothing. Bai Zhiwei isn't that great either, but the person behind her may cause you some trouble..."
The great priest smiled slightly, but he didn't care at all.
At his level, he naturally doesn't care about fighting at this level. Speaking of the person behind Bai Zhiwei, he just frowned slightly.
"But, Mr. Feng, do you just want to stay in this state of mind and only focus on this little Suzaku Qisu?"
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were gleaming with light. They didn't look like they were aging at all, but rather as if the great priest who had just wielded the sword was back again!