No one would have thought that Xiao Chen would actually give him a taste of his own medicine.
The sudden sneak attack caused Mo Feng's face to turn pale. Lin Yun, who was below, shook her head and smiled bitterly.
All along, Xiao Chen had never stopped using sneak attacks to deal with his enemies. However, this did not mean that Xiao Chen was an old-fashioned person.
Since Mo Feng could sneak attack Xiao Chen without any pressure, Xiao Chen could naturally do the same.
"Same to you."
Hearing Mo Feng's words, Xiao Chen said indifferently.
He did not think that this method was disgraceful. Mo Feng could only smile bitterly at this.
This kind of Xiao Chen was the most difficult person to deal with. If Xiao Chen did not use sneak attacks to deal with him, Mo Feng would probably be very happy. After all, this way, the danger would be greatly reduced.
However, Xiao Chen's answer was very obvious. He was not such a person.
Mo Feng was willing to use any method to win. Similarly, Xiao Chen was the same.
The conversation between the two was very brief. Xiao Chen did not give Mo Feng the slightest chance to breathe. Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chen had already appeared in front of Mo Feng in a flash.
His sword stabbed out at an extremely fast speed like lightning. Facing Xiao Chen's attack, Mo Feng frowned slightly. He did not dare to be careless and raised his sword to block. Only then did he manage to block Xiao Chen's attack.
The two of them attacked at an extremely fast speed. Moreover, it seemed that there was no order to their attacks.
"What a fast sword. It seems that I have to be serious."
Facing Xiao Chen's fierce attack, Mo Feng smiled bitterly in his heart. Long before he attacked, Mo Feng knew that this would not be an easy battle. However, Mo Feng felt that he had underestimated Xiao Chen.
Facing such an opponent, if he did not use his full strength, he would not have any chance of winning.
"Do you know what the strongest swordsmanship in the world is?"
The expression in his eyes changed. At the same time, he said something extremely inexplicable.
The strongest swordsmanship in the world? Has anyone seen it before? Or rather, who would dare to say that their swordsmanship was the strongest?
In the beginning, even Mo Feng himself couldn't find the answer to this question. This was also the question that Mo Feng's father had asked him.
Wind Mo was born in a large family in the Azure Dragon Galaxy.
The Azure Dragon Galaxy was different from the Fire Phoenix Galaxy. The Fire Phoenix Galaxy was ruled by the Four Great Imperial Palaces and the Central Region's Star Lord.
However, the Azure Dragon Galaxy did not have a royal palace. Aside from the supreme ruler, the Azure Dragon Star Lord, the four great clans were the most powerful powers in the Azure Dragon Galaxy.
The Four Great Clans were equivalent to the Four Great Palaces of the Fire Phoenix Galaxy, and they all had Sovereigns overseeing them.
The Mo family that Mo Feng belonged to was one of the Four Great Clans. The Mo family's great ancestor was also a Ruler.
With such a background, Mo Feng naturally enjoyed the best cultivation resources and environment from a young age.
It could be said that as long as it was something Mo Feng wanted, there was basically nothing he couldn't get.
Coupled with Mo Feng's innate talent, his cultivation journey could be said to be smooth sailing, and he did not encounter any bottlenecks at all.
All the way until Mo Feng broke through to the Saint Ancestor Realm, his father asked such a question.
"Feng 'er, what do you think is the strongest sword technique in this world?"
"The strongest sword technique? Is there really a strongest sword technique in this world? "
This was the answer Mo Feng gave his father back then. Regarding this, his father only smiled slightly.
"No move is better than having moves. No sword technique is the strongest sword technique."
Just for this sentence, Mo Feng stayed in the ancient life form realm for a hundred years.
Actually, with Mo Feng's talent, breaking through to the Saint Ancestor Realm was not difficult at all. However, in order to pursue the so-called strongest sword technique, Mo Feng stopped breaking through.
In the following hundred years, Mo Feng only pursued one thing, and that was the strongest sword technique.
No move is better than having moves. No sword technique is the strongest sword technique.
Only after a hundred years did Mo Feng truly comprehend his father's words.
All along, many martial artists had been pursuing stronger and higher grade martial skills. However, they had forgotten one thing.
Martial skills were created by people. No matter how strong a martial skill was, it would have flaws.
Furthermore, from a certain point of view, martial skills and sword techniques were like a cage. That was because they had moves, and you could only use them according to those moves.
If there were moves, they could be broken. If there were no moves, it was equivalent to having no loopholes.
A true Sword Cultivator's every move should be as natural as nature itself.
Every swing of the sword would be a sword technique of its own. It would not be restricted by the so-called rules and regulations. It would make the sword a true partner that one could trust.
Mo Feng still remembered the hundred years he had spent in the Mo Clan. He had always been in the back mountain of the Mo Clan, swinging the sword in his hand day after day.
There were no moves. In fact, he could not find the slightest similarity between every swing of the sword. He had tried countless ways to swing the sword. It was during this process that Mo Feng truly broke the restrictions on his body.
Sword techniques were natural. Why should one be restricted by those so-called sword techniques?
No matter what sword technique it was, as long as one was comfortable using it and could help one win in battle, that was the strongest sword technique.
This was the foundation of the Mo Clan. Mo Feng had used a hundred years to successfully comprehend the realm that countless sword cultivators wanted to reach.
At this moment, in the ring, a shadow suddenly appeared behind Mo Feng who was fighting fiercely with Xiao Chen. It was the shadow of a treasured sword.
The appearance of the shadow caused Mo Feng's attack to increase by a lot.
Seeing the appearance of the shadow, everyone present was stunned at first. Then, one by one, they said in disbelief.
"Sword spirit."
No one would have thought that Mo Feng had actually comprehended a sword spirit. How was this possible? One had to know that even an Emperor would find it difficult to comprehend a sword spirit.
What was a spirit? It was a power that could only be obtained after truly comprehending the great path and controlling it.
Only by jumping out of the inheritance of the sword path of countless ancestors and finding one's own path would one have the chance to give birth to a sword spirit.
It was too difficult to comprehend a sword spirit, but Mo Feng had done it. With a sword spirit, Mo Feng's strength would at least double.
"I've been feeling strange just now. Mo Feng's sword technique is without any pattern. It's as if he's just randomly slashing. So that's how it is."
"It's said that after comprehending a spirit, one would jump out of the so-called restrictions of martial arts. With a raise of one's hand, one would be able to form their own martial arts and sword technique. They would be extremely powerful."
"This is the first time I've seen a martial artist who has comprehended a sword spirit."
"Mo Feng's strength is probably invincible among kings. This is a bit troublesome."
After comprehending Spirit Power, no one below the Emperor realm would be a match for Mo Feng. For a moment, everyone in the Fire Phoenix Galaxy was a little worried.
This was the last battle. If Xiao Chen could not win, then everyone in the Fire Phoenix Galaxy could only stay in the body of the Space-killing Beast forever.
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