Chapter 2243: Rolling restraint

Feng Wuchen has already decided to give a lesson to the arrogant Mo Qingshan.

Too arrogant!

If you don't give Mo Qingshan a little bit of color, you really think he is invincible!

Feng Wuchen's eyes became very cold.

At that moment, Mo Qingshan only felt that he was being stared at by a fierce wolf.

A cold back and a tingling scalp.

But then Mo Qingshan was so angry that he was frightened by Feng Wuchen's eyes.

Is this still the number one genius in the God Realm?

"There is a sky outside the sky? Do you deserve to say this in front of me? In the field of kendo, Ye Jianying is nothing in front of me. Do you really think that there is a holy sword that can crush me? It is extremely stupid!" Mo Qingshan said gloomily. His face skyrocketed, one after another, and he was furious.

Although the holy sword can restrain the divine sword, it has no effect in the powerful kendo field and sword art.

This is also the reason why Mo Qingshan is so arrogant.

Feng Wuchen looked at Mo Qingshan coldly, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, not a sneer, a wicked smile, or a very ordinary smile.

But this smile made Mo Qingshan's heart chuckle. Could Feng Wuchen surpass himself in the field of kendo?

Never possible!

But Feng Wuchen's faint smile brought unprecedented terrible pressure to Mo Qingshan.

"You talk a lot of nonsense." The sword pointed to Mo Qingshan, and Feng Wuchen said indifferently: "I will let you know today that your stunning Phantom Sword is not the strongest!"

"It's not ashamed to say it!" Mo Qingshan was furious, holding a top-level divine sword and immediately burst out, like a blue lightning, rushing towards the wind and dust with the might of the world.

Mo Qingshan decided that he would completely crush Feng Wuchen in the field of kendo, and ruin Feng Wuchen!

Mo Qingshan arrived in a flash, a sword pierced out, seemingly ordinary, but extremely sharp.

Feng Wuchen could see that this sword was very domineering.

With all his strength, Feng Wuchen greeted him with a sword, clean and neat, without fancy.

"Ding!"

"Buzz!"

The tip of the sword collided, and there was a sharp and crisp sound. The two overbearing forces that collided seemed to have encountered unprecedented resistance to each other, and no one could advance half a minute.

"Your power can reach the realm of a one-star main god. It seems that your physical body is very powerful, but it should be the limit?" Mo Qingshan said coldly, not surprised that Feng Wuchen could block his sword.

Feng Wuchen did not speak, and seemed to have acquiesced.

After all, Mo Qingshan's sword has done his best.

Feng Wuchen's silence made Mo Qingshan feel a little bit proud.

No more nonsense, Mo Qingshan once again made a sword, the speed is fast to the extreme, it seems that a sword is pierced, but invisible, there is an offensive of tens of thousands of swords, extremely domineering and cruel.

"Shoo!"

Feng Wuchen's figure flickered continuously, and dense afterimages had been transformed into the void.

"It looks like a phantom, but it is a real existence. A sword is ever-changing, the essence of the profound meaning of the sword art." Feng Wuchen secretly said, highly appraising Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue.

A picture of Mo Qingshan splitting his sword into countless fragments just appeared in his mind.

Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue is indeed terrifying.

If it is replaced by someone else, I am afraid that this sword will have to be defeated.

But it is a pity that Mo Qingshan faces the wind and dust.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

As Feng Wuchen's figure flickered, there was also a series of sharp metal and iron collisions.

"Master Donghuangxiu's sword art, dominating the existence of the Seven God Realms, can you contend with it? I think how long you can last." Mo Qingshan disdainfully said, with a high posture, as if the wind is dustless in front of him, it is an ant.

But when Mo Qingshan's voice fell, his face was petrified.

Feng Wuchen actually resisted all the invisible swords, without missing a single sword.

That was a tens of thousands of invisible swords, and Feng Wuchen was able to resist them all in an instant.

Who can resist a cultivation base of the same level?

Ye Jianying probably can't do it!

"Your sword is not that good, it's flashy, it's too fancy." Feng Wuchen said coldly. At this moment, he was rushing towards Mo Qingshan with the Dragon God Sword in his hand, with cold eyes.

"Huh! This is just the beginning. If you can break my sword, you are qualified to see the true power of the Shocking Phantom Sword Fight!" Mo Qingshan said coldly, unwilling to show weakness and shot out.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Buzz!"

The fierce battle unfolded, and Mo Qingshan didn't have any reservations this time. All his superb sword moves were displayed, vividly and aggressively, every sword was very strong and fierce, suppressing the wind and dust all the way.

Every collision of swords caused the space to shake three times.

"Leader is at a disadvantage, what a powerful sword technique!" Yang Meier was stunned.

"Jinghong Phantom Sword Jue is too overbearing. Brother Feng's sword moves are all restrained. It is already very reluctant to be able to resist it." Ling Xiaoxiao said anxiously, seeing Feng Wuchen being suppressed by his opponent on the sword for the first time.

"Each sword has sealed Brother Feng, and there is no chance to use the sword. Even if the sword is used, he is instantly restrained." Liu Qingyang frowned. He also used the sword. Naturally, Feng Wuchen was very passive.

No one refuted, they all could see it.

"This is..." Mie Di and Mie Yuan looked at each other, shocked.

Ye Jianying's expression was even more complimented, stunned, and completely petrified on the spot.

No one else noticed his expression, and focused on Feng Wuchen.

In the fierce battle, Feng Wuchen was busy resisting Mo Qingshan's overbearing and ruthless sword moves. It was impossible to make a sword at all, even if it was very difficult to resist the weird sword moves.

In just a few minutes, Feng Wuchen had more than a dozen sword wounds on his body.

"Feng Wuchen, I can see it clearly. You are simply **** in the field of kendo. There are many disciples in the Sun Moon Temple who are better than you. The Jinghong Phantom Sword will fight thirty-six styles. You can't resist each move. You can't resist even the most basic sword moves, how can you resist the power of sword art?" Mo Qingshan suppressed Feng Wuchen all the way, with excitement, and at the same time, it became more and more not to put Feng Wuchen in his eyes.

Feng Wuchen did not speak, with a solemn expression, taking every move of Mo Qingshan very seriously.

Feng Wuchen frowned from time to time, sometimes confused, and sometimes confused, as if thinking about problems instead of fighting.

After more than ten minutes, Feng Wuchen's whole body was wounded by swords, and the blood had stained his clothes.

The people in the Dragon Temple were extremely worried and anxious.

The people in the Sun Moon Temple cheered excitedly and shouted to kill Feng Wuchen.

"Feng Wuchen, don't you want to compare swords with me? Just like you? Don't you say that there is a sky outside the sky? It's really ignorant and stupid!" Mo Qingshan disdainfully, as if the teacher criticized the students.

"Are you finished?" Feng Wuchen asked in a daze when he saw Mo Qingshan suddenly stop.

But Feng Wuchen's question made Mo Qingshan stunned.

What do you mean?

What is it?

Mo Qingshan's proud face was completely gloomy.

Feng Wuchen has no cure to this degree?