Yancheng, Palace Square.
Han Feng and Jiang Fusheng were suspended in the golden pagoda, playing chess in the air.
At this moment, nearly half of the pieces on the chessboard in front of the two of them have been placed, and the words black and white are inextricably linked.
Changes appeared again on the two of them.
In the holy golden glow around Jiang Fusheng, countless golden words appeared, intertwined into chains, and wrapped around him.
The majestic aura on his body became more and more powerful, as if a "Confucian saint" had been born!
At the same time, the fluctuations of the Fire Element Law around Han Feng's body also increased to the extreme. Nearly a hundred Fire Element inscriptions appeared. The power was so strong that it almost transcended the realm of quasi-realm.
However, although the power of Han Feng's Fire Element Law was powerful, it was far from the saint's glory in Jiang Fusheng.
On the chessboard, white has begun to suppress black.
At this moment, the law inscriptions around Han Feng began to tremble unsteadily, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
Seeing this situation, the crown prince and the second prince looked at each other secretly on the high platform, with a hint of cold success in their eyes.
When the fourth princess Tuoba Yilan, who was beside the second prince, saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel worried.
Also worried are the members of the Qianlan Empire envoy.
They all know that Han Feng has extraordinary strength and is a well-deserved leader among the younger generation in the empire.
But after all, his cultivation time is still short, and he has only just realized the power of the law.
How can his Tao compete with the Holy Son of the Tianshengyuan who has entered the realm of Yang God?
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At the same time, Han Feng, who was trapped in the chessboard and unable to extricate himself, closed his eyes at this moment.
In his mind, a false, dark and boundless world had appeared.
In this dark world, besides himself, there was also a figure shrouded in holy light, floating in front of him, that was Jiang Fusheng's figure.
He was shrouded in radiance, surrounded by chains of laws, and there seemed to be countless classic texts around him, turning into long rivers, and his whole body was filled with a sacred and solemn aura.
He seemed to be the only light in this darkness, those silver pupils looking directly at him.
"Han Feng, are you willing to be my protector and surrender to this Holy Son?"
Han Feng frowned when he heard Jiang Fusheng's voice.
"Submit to you? Why?"
Jiang Fusheng said with an indifferent expression: "With my holy way, I can suppress all enemies in the world. If you don't want your heart to be broken, you can surrender to me and submit to Tianshengyuan!
This Holy Son can take you back to Tianyuan and cultivate you. "
When Han Feng heard this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I really want to see the way to suppress all enemies."
Jiang Fusheng's voice deepened and became solemn and solemn.
"Forget it, today, this Holy Son will baptize you with the Holy Way, so that you can understand what the invincible way is!"
After the words fell, Jiang Fusheng's silver pupils shone brightly, divine light circulated, and a majestic aura spread.
The next moment, above Jiang Fusheng's head, an illusory figure covering the sky and the sun condensed.
The figure stood with the sky and the earth on its shoulders, the sun and moon on its shoulders, and the stars above its head. Although its figure was hidden in the mist, its true appearance could not be seen.
But the moment this figure appeared, it seemed as if the voice of the Great Dao appeared, the saint lectured on the classics, the lotus blossomed on the tongue, and the golden spring gushed from the ground...
The originally dark and boundless world was, at this moment, shrouded in the radiance of the saint, and an aura of divine majesty enveloped Han Feng.
Looking up at that figure, Han Feng actually felt like he was worshiping him.
At this moment, Jiang Fusheng seemed to be possessed by a saint and said majestically: "No one in the world can compete with the way of a saint. Don't be stubborn and surrender quickly!"
Jiang Fusheng's words resounded like thunder, and every word carried infinite weight, which made Han Feng's body tremble violently, teetering on the verge of falling to his knees.
However, just when Han Feng was unable to support this path of sainthood.
Above his head, there is also a spiritual light reaching into the sky!
Light is divided into light and dark. The bright one is yang, and the dark one is yin. Movement and stillness are the foundation of each other, and they circulate together.
Immediately, the violently fluctuating aura on Han Feng's body gradually stabilized.
A kind of yin and yang combines, the mellow and free breath spreads, moisturizing things silently...
In an instant, Han Feng felt calm and natural in his heart, and the pressure that seemed to be crushing him had mostly subsided at this time.
Han Feng's body stood erect again.
"Um……!?"
Feeling the changes in Han Feng's aura, Jiang Fusheng's mysterious eyes shrank, staring at the top of Han Feng's head, black and white.
"This is...Yin Yang Avenue!"
Jiang Fusheng's eyes suddenly trembled, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
The yin and yang of heaven and earth, all-encompassing and endlessly changing, are the great avenue of the world!
"How could you possibly understand such a great way!"
Jiang Fusheng was shocked.
But at this moment, Han Feng had closed his eyes, his Tao rhyme was flowing, and his heart was still.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Fusheng spoke indifferently.
"Hmph, I don't know what chance you have to get a glimpse of such a great way, but your way is illusory and illusory. You must have only scratched the surface. You are still vulnerable to my saint's way!"
After saying that, strange light turned into a whirlpool in Jiang Fusheng's eyes.
The shadow of the saint above his head became clearer and clearer, the sun, moon and stars shone brightly, and scriptures and scrolls circulated.
There is a saint's voice, if it comes from the nine heavens.
"Only virtue can move the heavens, and it will reach far and wide. Fullness will cause harm, but modesty will benefit. This is the way of heaven!"
The saint's voice is immeasurable, every word and sentence is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, suppressing the Korean wind.
Under this boundless pressure, Han Feng's body trembled slightly, as if he would collapse at any time.
However, the vague "yin and yang energy" flowing above his head seemed to resolve all external forces, allowing Han Feng to never fall.
…
When the sound of the holy way and the two qi of yin and yang compete fiercely.
In the square, the game between Jiang Fusheng and Han Feng on the chessboard has reached a critical moment.
The two general trends are inseparable, and the laws of the two of them fluctuate more and more violently.
At this time, Han Feng's body was trembling slightly, while Jiang Fusheng, who was originally calm, was already sweating on his forehead and his body began to tremble slightly.
This scene made everyone present sweat.
Even Qi Yannian, the vice president of Tianshengyuan, had a look of surprise in his eyes.
According to what he thought, the battle between Jiang Fusheng and Han Feng would not be so intense. Could there be an accident?
At this time, on the square of the main hall, Tuoba Yilan secretly clenched his fists and prayed silently in his heart: "Han Feng, you can't lose!"
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At this time, Han Feng and Jiang Fusheng were in the world.
"If a person is capable and capable, he will be shamed and his behavior will be shameful, and the country will prosper..."
The saint's voice is like thunder in the nine heavens, and the saint's mantra that fills the sky continues to suppress it.
The already vague yin and yang energy behind Han Feng became more and more illusory at this moment, but it was still flowing faster and the charm of the Tao remained unchanged.
The collision of the two avenues has reached its extreme.
At this moment, Jiang Fusheng's calm and calm face had become a little difficult.
He stared at Han Feng with cold eyes.
"Hmph, Han Feng, I preach on behalf of the saint, you can't be my opponent, surrender!"
Having said that, the look he looked at Han Feng had already become serious, and even had a hint of murderous intent!
As the holy son of Tianshengyuan, he stood out from countless geniuses, and his belief in his own way was as solid as a rock.
He was confident that the Holy Way would be invincible in the world, but he did not expect that Han Feng in front of him could comprehend the legendary Yin-Yang Avenue and compete with his own Holy Way to this point.
If it hadn't been for a short period of time for the other party to comprehend the great path, he might have been defeated today...
Thinking of this, Jiang Fusheng felt uneasy.
He knew in his heart that if he didn't suppress this person today and make him surrender, he would definitely create a powerful enemy for himself in the future, and even give birth to inner demons to suppress Han Feng more and more fiercely.
Facing Jiang Fusheng's disturbing words, although Han Feng was about to reach his limit at this moment, he remained determined and unmoved.
However, at this moment, in Han Feng's mind as silent as water, a cold hoarse voice came, as if from Jiuyou.
"A mere Shuzi dares to claim that he is a saint, but compared to Confucius and Mencius, his way is no more powerful than a firefly.
Boy, let me use your words to discuss things with him! "
(PS: Three updates today.)
