Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Ao Lingchen forcefully swung his fist. The overbearing force instantly shattered the incoming sword light. He was the one who swung the sword, so he naturally knew how to deal with it.    

However, this strange scene still made him frown, and a deep fear flashed across his eyes.    

Murong Feng's means was beyond imagination, incomparably strange, and unbelievable.    

Whether it was the pointer, the books, or the scrolls, they all caused Ao Lingchen's heart to tremble, and he was shocked by them.    

It was too mysterious!    

"What is this? Is this the attack method of the Confucianism?"    

Ao Lingchen's figure flashed and retreated a few steps. A serious look flashed across his eyes.    

Murong Feng's attack made Ao Lingchen even more curious.    

"That's good. This kind of battle is even more interesting!"    

Ao Lingchen's mouth slightly opened and closed as he muttered to himself. A fierce look emerged in his eyes, and the combat intent in his body became even more violent and powerful as he muttered.    

The sword strike just now seemed unusually fierce, but to Ao Lingchen, this was the true beginning of the battle.    

"Absorb! Let me see if this book of yours can absorb anything!"    

Suddenly, Ao Lingchen shouted angrily, and his eyes surged with battle intent. His figure rushed out and transformed into a ray of lightning that instantly shot towards Murong Feng. At the same time, the strongest weapon that he trusted the most appeared in his hand. In an instant, it turned into a two meter tall mountain and attacked from the sky. Carrying the might of thunder, he charged at the latter.    

Ao Lingchen believed that there was a limit to how much Murong Feng could absorb with this scroll. There must be a limit to it. Otherwise, wouldn't he be invincible under the heavens with this technique?    

There were no invincible moves in this world, only invincible people.    

Therefore, at this moment, Ao Lingchen wanted to use an even more violent and direct force to crush the person in front of him, crushing this strange scroll.    

Feeling the surging murderous aura from Ao Lingchen's body, Murong Feng frowned, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes.    

This book was indeed very powerful. It could absorb most of the attacks, but when faced with the Tower of Thunderclap that was whistling like a giant mountain, he knew very well that he couldn't block it or devour it.    

Although this book was strong, it was still just an attack. It was still alright to devour ordinary divine weapons, but the Black Tower that was emitting a vast and overbearing aura made him choose to devour it.    

In the end, an offensive technique was not something that a Royal Armament could compare to.    

With this thought in mind, Murong Feng didn't think too much about it. He suddenly exerted strength in his legs, and his body flashed as he explosively retreated.    

At the same time, his hands quickly formed seals as he muttered to himself. He recited the sound of poetry and the story of the suffering of the human world. He recited the slaughter on the battlefield, the peaceful world, and the moment of the world's Harmonious Morus Alba. The images of ancient sages appeared behind Murong Feng.    

These phantoms didn't move too much. They were only reciting their ambitions across the endless void. They were saying that the world should be peaceful and prosperous, and that the world should be harmonious.    

However, just like that, a will that seemed to represent the people of the world emerged. It brought with it boundless pressure as it pressed down on the Tower of Thunderclap that was charging towards them.    

As the pressure that represented the will of all the people tumbled and rolled, it was as if there was no one in the sky that could be seen. However, they could feel a huge hand that was invisible to them. It forcefully slapped on the roaring heavy mountain.    

"Rumble!"    

A gust of wild wind blew wildly. Ao Lingchen's domineering strike was like the heavy mountain that was like the peak of the heavens. At this moment, the momentum of his advance was forcefully blocked. At the same time, a terrifying and terrifying force was unleashed from the illusionary giant palm that was emitting a boundless pressure. It slammed out with a powerful force.    

"Rumble!"    

A series of rumbling sounds continuously erupted in the void. Waves of wild and violent wind surged out from above in a wanton manner. Rumble rumble rumble! The surrounding area! Lightning filled the sky, and it was as if two godly spirits were attacking! This scene was shocking.    

"This guy's means are mysterious. He actually used such means to block my powerful attack!"    

Ignoring the energy that was rushing towards him, Ao Lingchen's eyes turned sharp. The combat intent in his body was surging crazily.    

Murong Feng's strange technique had amazed Ao Lingchen. He was surprised by its miraculous aspects, but that was all.    

"Scholarly sage? I also want to experience it!"    

A cold shout rang out. Ao Lingchen suddenly held the lightning tower in his hand and took a step back, as if he wanted to escape from the hands of the sage.    

Sensing Ao Lingchen's intention, a ruthless look flashed across Murong Feng's eyes. He clenched his hand tightly. He wanted to use the Sage Hand to restrain the former.    

Murong Feng didn't intend to waste too much energy to fight Ao Lingchen. What he wanted to do was to use the most direct method to completely suppress the man in front of him, and then wear out the last bit of energy he had left.    

When the lamp oil in Ao Lingchen's body dried up, he would be like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.    

Murong Feng had sufficient confidence in this point.    

However, just as Murong Feng was about to wave the Sage Palm to restrain Ao Lingchen and grab the raging Black Tower, something unexpected happened.    

Under Murong Feng's eyes, the big hand reached out and crushed Ao Lingchen along with the pagoda.    

"Not good!"    

Looking at the scene in front of him, Murong Feng's eyelids twitched, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes.    

Murong Feng was very clear about the power of his attack. It was impossible for Ao Lingchen to explode with just a single grab, let alone the pagoda.    

There was only one explanation, this was an afterimage!    

If this was an afterimage, then where did the real Ao Lingchen go?    

Murong Feng's heart was in turmoil, and his eyelids were twitching. His perception instantly increased to the limit, and his alertness surged at this moment.    

Just as he was about to awaken from his shock, he suddenly realized that there was someone behind him. Ao Lingchen held the Tower of Thunderclap in his hand and stepped into the air. Before he got close to him, he slammed the ___ down from the sky, and in an instant... A suffocating force of lightning was unleashed, covering the sky and covering the earth on the fighting stage. Bolts of lightning were unleashed in all directions. It was like a sea of lightning, and there was nothing else.    

"The wrath of the Sage, the brush, ink, and the blade!" Murong Feng furiously roared and used his feet as the axis. In an instant. He turned around, and at the same time, his body shot up into the sky. The scholar behind him was no longer reciting poetry. He no longer spoke of the Three Character Classic, but instead rebuked angrily. He furiously rebuked all sorts of rules and regulations, and a terrifying pressure was crazily released along with his angry scolding.    

For a moment, the crowd below the stage seemed to be able to see a teacher from ancient times, a scholar who exuded the aura of a sage. He was using a different method to display a strange attack!    

At this moment, everyone realized that there was actually such a battle mode. It turned out that this was the path of Confucianism, and it turned out that this was the legendary Brush Ink-Execution Edge!    

At this moment, the experts on the nebula felt even more deeply. In their eyes, this so-called Execution of Brush and Execution of Brush was actually the same as following the law. Murong Feng was using a different method to unleash the will of a Half King.    

If a Stage of Martial Sect could do this, what would happen when he breaks through to the Half Step Martial King Stage? What would happen if he breaks through to the Stage of Royal King?    

A feeling of fear emerged in their hearts.    

However, the Saint Asura Sect Expert wasn't surprised at all. It seemed like he had already expected this. Perhaps this was the reason why he chose to accept Murong Feng after seeing the inheritance of the Confucianism.    

At this moment, all the experts in the nebula, apart from the Saint Asura Sect Expert, were sighing with emotion.    

Is the scholarly faction's Confucianism really that magical?