Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The two people on the stage were standing about a hundred feet apart from each other.    

    

Maybe because he was truly afraid of Mo Qingfeng, Situ Qing's expression was solemn, he did not take any passive tactics, and after a slight pause, he took the initiative to attack.    

    

In his hand was a long spear.    

    

With a wave of his wrist, a domineering aura fused into the long spear. Immediately, a gale of wind blew across the platform as sharp spear shadows appeared, seeming to pierce through the void.    

    

Situ Qing was ranked above Tia Changkong in terms of Inner Mansion, so he could be considered an extraordinary person.    

    

Mo Qingfeng, who was standing opposite of him, did not move at all.    

    

The sound of his clothes fluttering in the wind affected everyone's minds.    

    

However, with a shake of his hand, an ancient silver Longsword appeared in his hand. It was as if the tornado on the stage that was activated by Situ Qing had been cut into two halves.    

    

Even when facing half of Situ Qing's power, there was still a huge storm, but it had already disappeared without a trace from Mo Qingfeng's side.    

    

The expert stretched out his hand and knew if he had it or not.    

    

The Longsword had not even come out of its scabbard, yet it already possessed such power. This immediately attracted the attention of everyone below the stage.    

    

"It is said that the sword intent is the strongest concept among all. Even if Situ Qing is powerful, he might not be able to block the sword intent. Furthermore, Mo Qingfeng has already condensed the seed of sword intent. "    

    

"Mo Qingfeng's sword Qi is unstoppable, it might even be able to cut through Situ Qing's attack."    

    

"That's right. I'm afraid that Situ Qing won't be able to last three moves. "    

    

"..."    

    

Looking at the scene on the stage, Faang Tianlei's eyes revealed a tinge of shock, and said: "Your Highness, I never thought that Mo Qingfeng would actually be able to condense his sword intent to such an extent. I wonder, what level of sword intent did this child comprehend? "    

    

The power of Concepts was also divided into different grades.    

    

The lowest level of sword intent was comparable to the highest. In terms of power, it was like a dragon or serpent.    

    

"Haha, allow this prince to put on a show. Deputy Mansion Lord Fang, you'll know soon enough." Prince Qi did not say it out loud.    

    

Faang Tianlei slightly nodded and didn't say anything else.    

    

In any case, it was as Prince Qi had said. As long as Mo Qingfeng exploded out, he would naturally be able to see through it with his eyesight.    

    

"Sweep the enemy!"    

    

A thunder-like shout rang out, and in terms of imposing manner, he was suppressed by Mo Qingfeng. Seeing that he had succeeded, Situ Qing did not hesitate any longer.    

    

Pop!    

    

With the sweep of his spear, the calmness that Mo Qingfeng created was broken. The berserk air current swept over with an even more terrifying aura, causing many Martial Cultivator s at the sides of the stage to retreat in panic.    

    

Mo Qingfeng laughed coldly, and the ancient Longsword finally came out of its scabbard.    

    

Swish!    

    

In the void, a pure sword intent flashed by. The airflow raised by the long spear was like a ball that had lost its air, and its momentum weakened a little.    

    

"Situ Qing's sharpness has been cut off."    

    

"Mo Qingfeng... "He really is powerful."    

    

"Looks like the victor will be decided soon."    

    

"This man is truly godly. With a single sword attack, he actually gave me the illusion that I was facing a raging river."    

    

On the high platform, Faang Tianlei revealed a serious look and said: "Possessing the ability to sever the greater picture has at least reached the third grade. I never thought that such a genius in the way of the sword would appear at our Strong Country West Tang."    

    

According to the ancient records, concepts could be divided into nine levels, but in the Yuanwu Continent, the strongest concept level that had appeared in the past ten thousand years was only the fifth level.    

    

Mo Qingfeng's comprehension of sword intent had reached level three, no wonder a person like Faang Tianlei had revealed such shock.    

    

"Palace Chief Fang, you have good eyesight." "What Qingfeng comprehended was the Penetrating Rainbow Sword Intent, one of the three major concepts of our royal family. It is a variant of the Autumn Wind Sword Intent. Its rank is at the third level." The Prince Qi laughed.    

    

Situ Qing's expression became even more cautious. He had also instilled his own Concept into the attack just now.    

    

But whether it was the level of the sword intent or the level, Mo Qingfeng was stronger than him by a level.    

    

This Mo Qingfeng, was the first person to make him reach the limitless pressure since he comprehended the power of the spear.    

    

The vigor that he had built up with all his effort was nothing in front of the enemy.    

    

He took a deep breath and raised his spear to cover the sky, infusing all his spirit energy into his spear technique to attack Mo Qingfeng.    

    

His Spear Arts were nimble and nimble like a dragon.    

    

A series of 'chi chi chi' sounds resounded on the stage as countless spear shadows appeared. They varied in innumerable ways and each spear shadow was like a snake spitting out its tongue as it sprayed out a piercing aura.    

    

Facing the rain of spear images, Mo Qingfeng's expression was extremely cold.    

    

"Break!"    

    

Sword intent gushed out.    

    

Clang …    

    

A long sound rang out.    

    

A sharp aura that could cut apart a mountain shot toward Situ Qing in the air.    

    

Clang!    

    

The sound of a mountain breaking was heard as all of the spear shadows were completely annihilated by this sword intent. Situ Qing's figure fell from the sky as he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backwards.    

    

He landed on the ground in a hurry, kept his spear and cupped his fists: "Mo Qingfeng, you are truly powerful, I admit defeat."    

    

Mo Qingfeng smiled faintly and did not answer.    

    

He also felt that he had gained quite a bit from the last blow. At least, the sharp aura radiating from his body had been reduced by a lot.    

    

The two of them entered the stage at the same time.    

    

Situ Qing was defeated, and only Mo Qingfeng and Ye Feng were left in the third group who had the record of complete victory. The two of them had already qualified in this group and had the qualifications to enter the second round.    

    

At this moment, the other two groups had already decided on the victor. There were a total of four people who had managed to obtain a spot in the finals.    

    

The one in the first group was called Long Chen, and was a member of the Long family, one of the three great families. His Innate Eighth Level cultivation was the highest among all the people who had advanced to Martial Cultivator, and he was extremely powerful along the way.    

    

In the second group, the two people that had levelled up were Qi Yuankai and Feng Ye, both of whom were in the Innate Seventh Level.    

    

However, Ye Feng could feel that Feng Ye's strength seemed to be stronger than Qi Yuankai and Ren Anping.    

    

This Feng Ye came from a small county under his command. He did not look anything and was unknown, around eighteen or nineteen years old. There was a rarely seen sinister and quiet look on his face.    

    

Such a person had a firm and unswerving character. If he dared to fight, then he would be an opponent that was the hardest to provoke.    

    

Other than Mo Qingfeng, the person Ye Feng didn't want to meet the most was this Feng Ye. Of course, the final round would still be decided by drawing lots. Whether or not one could meet them all depended on luck.    

    

The final six spots for advancement had been officially determined: Mo Qingfeng, Ye Feng, Feng Ye, Long Chen, Qi Yuankai, and Ren Anping.    

    

The six of them stood on the stage.    

    

Amongst them, Mo Qingfeng was undeniably the strongest, obtaining a spot was not a problem. As for the other two, it seemed like everyone's strength was about the same …