"It's just an ordinary sword move."
Shen Chenfeng calmed down his momentum, looked at Prince Hongwen calmly, and said, "You lose."
"Yes."
"I lost this contest."
Prince Hongwen sighed softly, seemingly unwilling to do so, and said, "But Shen Chenfeng, can you let me see your heavenly swordsmanship?"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding cultivators also brightened.
Just ordinary swordsmanship is so powerful.
If the swordsmanship came from heaven, how powerful would it be?
"I didn't expect you to be a sword fanatic."
Shen Chenfeng looked at Prince Hongwen, a divine light seemed to flash in his eyes.
"Our eternal dynasty is founded with swords."
"As the crown prince of the Eternal Dynasty, I have devoted my whole life to the art of swordsmanship."
"It is my lifelong wish to experience your heavenly swordsmanship."
Prince Hongwen took a deep breath and looked at Shen Chenfeng sincerely.
"It seems that if I don't let you experience our heavenly swordsmanship today, you won't give up."
Shen Chenfeng clenched the hilt of the broken sword tightly, his voice full of coldness.
"Please also ask Mr. Shen to fulfill your wishes."
Prince Hongwen cupped his hands, his eyes focused.
The surrounding cultivators all looked at Shen Chenfeng.
"That's fine."
"Today I will let you experience the swordsmanship of our heaven."
Shen Chenfeng's eyes moved and he looked towards the Wuding Dynasty.
"Shen Chenfeng, what do you want to do?"
Murong Su's eyes flashed and his expression was cold.
"Now that Mark is gone, why are you still here?"
"Let me give you a ride too."
Shen Chenfeng took one step forward, and his fierce momentum was suddenly released like a stormy sea.
"Ye Fan is Ye Fan, I am me."
"Shen Chenfeng, do you think that if you kill Mark, I will be unable to do anything to you?"
Murong Su smiled without any panic in his expression.
"Since you are so confident, you must have a lot of cards up your sleeve."
"I would like to see what adventures you have in the Wuding Dynasty."
Shen Chenfeng snorted coldly, his aura surged, and he quickly charged towards Murong Su.
"Be bold!"
"Shen Chenfeng, are we, the cultivators of the Wuding Dynasty, the ones you want to kill whenever you want?"
The Crown Prince of Longdong shouted loudly, and immediately more than ten practitioners from the Wuding Dynasty leaped out from both sides.
"It's not your turn to dictate who I want to kill."
"Get out of my way, everyone."
Shen Chenfeng's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand and swung his sword.
A nearly transparent sword energy, carrying a cold aura, spreads crazily in all directions like ripples, soundlessly.
Puff puff!
The dozen or so cultivators from the Wuding Dynasty were cut off from the waist without even making a sound.
"And then on."
Prince Longdong looked cold and his eyes did not waver at all.
It was as if what had just died were just a bunch of beasts.
"As commanded."
More than a dozen practitioners from the Wuding Dynasty looked at each other and flew out again.
"Prince Longdong, is there no one left in your Wuding Dynasty? Will you send some trash here to die?"
Shen Chenfeng's whole body was flashing with sword light, and the sharp sword energy was like the scythe of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of those cultivators.
In less than a breath, more than a dozen practitioners from the Wuding Dynasty died under his sword again.
"Shen Chenfeng, I didn't want to fight with you."
"But you are so aggressive. If I don't teach you a lesson, do you think we have no one in the Wuding Dynasty?"
Murong Su suddenly stood up, a strong aura bursting out of his body.
This momentum condensed and turned into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, like a full moon, hanging behind Murong Su's head.
Wherever the light shines, the vitality is completely calmed down.
"The eighth level of Qi training, the realm of Yin and Yang."
"This Murong Su, like Shen Chenfeng, is a cultivator in the realm of Yin and Yang."
"It seems that the cultivators in the heaven are really powerful, and none of them are fuel-efficient lamps."
Seeing this scene, the crowd around them exclaimed.
"Come on, Shen Chenfeng."
"Let me see today what abilities you, the Five Hua Sects, have."
Murong Su waved his hand, and a long green whip that was tens of feet long, like an angry dragon out of the sea, swept towards Shen Chenfeng with the momentum of destroying the world.
Wherever the whip passed, the stars shook, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Even the space was cleared of fine cracks by the long whip.
"This is?"
"Low-grade Taoist weapon, God of War Whip!"
"This is the national treasure of the Wuding Dynasty. How could it fall into the hands of this person?"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the long whip.
"How dare you act wildly in front of me with just a Taoist weapon?"
Shen Chenfeng clenched the broken sword tightly, his body full of momentum, and said calmly: "Prince Hongwen, please keep an eye on it."
Prince Hongwen took a deep breath and quickly opened his eyes.
"The power of the world!"
Shen Chenfeng roared angrily, and his whole body burst into golden light.
A golden sword energy, like the finger of an ancient god, carrying invincible power, slashed hard on the long whip.
boom!
There was a muffled sound.
The war-god whip, a low-grade Taoist weapon, was struck by Shen Chenfeng's sword. It let out a cry and flew backwards in an instant, returning to Murong Su's palm again.
"Just with swordsmanship, you can defeat a Taoist-level magic weapon."
"Shen Chenfeng, your current swordsmanship is more powerful than that of Heaven. It really surprises me."
Murong Su looked at the long whip that was constantly shaking in his hand, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Who wants to listen to your nonsense?"
Shen Chenfeng took one step forward, with devilish energy billowing all over his body.
An extremely deep sword energy, like a black dragon with its fangs and claws, carrying the aura of devouring the sky and the earth, suddenly tore through the infinite space, and instantly killed Murong Su in front of him.
That terrifying aura made everyone's hearts throb.
Demons swallow the world!
Everyone remembers that Shen Chenfeng killed Ye Fan, the national master of the Eternal Dynasty, with this sword.
However, Murong Su looked calm.
He calmly took out a dark golden ancient umbrella from his arms, then opened it slightly and blocked it in front of himself.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The black sword light fell on the ancient umbrella, and suddenly it was like water and fire blending together, turning into wisps of light blue smoke.
"Ancient Buddha Umbrella!"
"Oh my god, it's another Taoist weapon."
"It is rumored that this Taoist weapon contains the power of hundreds of millions of Buddhas and has extremely strong defense. Even masters in the realm of Yuanshen will find it difficult to break through."
"But why is this magic weapon in Murong Su's hands?"
Looking at the ancient umbrella, the crowd around him once again exclaimed.
"Shen Chenfeng, although your swordsmanship is powerful, everything is insignificant in front of Taoist weapons."
"If you admit defeat now, maybe I can let you live."
Murong Su held a whip in his left hand and an umbrella in his right hand. He looked at Shen Chenfeng with a half-smile, as if he had already seen Shen Chenfeng admitting defeat.
