Violent Martial Soul System

"Who are you, and why do you have the blood of my Hua family?"

Hua Wenyue narrowed his eyes and said.

The Hua family in the Temple of Artifacts is very powerful, but it is really not worth mentioning when it comes to the Sword God Pavilion.

In his memory, he is the number one powerhouse of the Hua family, followed by Hua Yanrou and Hua Tianxing, and besides that, he is the sixth-level martial god king, Mrs. Hua.

However, Zhao Feng in front of him was able to break through to the tenth floor and possessed the blood of the Hua family, which made him unable to figure out who it was.

"Next, Zhao Feng!"

Zhao Feng clasped his fists and smiled.

Zhao!

Hua Wenyue is very sensitive to the surname "Zhao".

"You are Zhao Feng?"

Hua Wenyue asked in amazement.

"good!"

Zhao Feng replied lightly.

really!

Hua Wenyue was shocked.

He had heard the news from the Hua family before, and he was also very surprised when he heard it. After all, Zhao Feng abused his second son once.

In just a few months, Zhao Feng has grown to this extent.

Zhao Yanhai's aptitude is not inferior to his. If Zhao Yanhai had been trained by the Hua family since he was a child, he might have already broken through to the Martial God Emperor.

However, Zhao Yanhai's son, Zhao Feng, is even more talented!

Hua Wenyue did some calculations, and found that Zhao Feng was only twenty-two years old, a twenty-two-year-old ninth-level martial arts king, and would definitely become a martial arts emperor in the future!

"It's really a father-son soldier. Zhao Yanhai broke into the tower a thousand times, but he never succeeded. After a few months, he calmed down and thought he gave up. Did he show his trump card?"

Hua Wenyue snorted coldly.

"My father's wish, I will fulfill it for him, Master Jiuxiao Pavilion!"

Zhao Feng said coldly.

The man in front of him is his mother's elder brother, that is, his uncle.

However, the Hua family does not recognize him, so he will not recognize this uncle either.

The two are now rivals!

"Do you think that if you reach the ninth level of the Martial God King, you are eligible to pass the level?"

Hua Wenyue said very disdainfully.

"My purpose is to enter the Sword God Tower."

Zhao Feng still answered in a cold tone.

There are two ways to enter the Sword God Tower.

One is through the Sword God Tower.

The second is to be favored by a certain pavilion master and receive it under his command.

At this time, Zhao Feng was thinking in his heart that even if he couldn't beat Hua Wenyue, with his aptitude, he would definitely be favored by a certain pavilion master.

At that time, won't you be able to enter the Sword God Pavilion?

"Hahaha, you are so naive, do you think there will be a Pavilion Master who will take a fancy to you?"

Hua Wenyue suddenly laughed.

At this time, in the Sword God Pavilion, including him and Ouyang Yi, there are only five pavilion masters, namely Taiji, Siyun, Liushang, Qixing, and Jiuxiao.

In the Sword God Pavilion, Taiji Pavilion and Jiuxiao Pavilion are the strongest, but Taiji Pavilion does not care about world affairs, so the Sword God Pavilion is almost dominated by Jiuxiao Pavilion, and the old Jiuxiao Sword God is strong, so no one dares to accept Zhao Yanhai.

Even if Zhao Feng showed super aptitude, someone had to accept him, and Ouyang Yi, the owner of the Seven Star Pavilion, was also an outsider, so he still needed the consent of other pavilion owners to accept him.

The most important thing is that Siyun Pavilion and Jiuxiao Pavilion are on the same road, and Liushang Pavilion doesn't want to mess with Jiuxiao Pavilion, so Hua Wenyue thought Zhao Feng's words were ridiculous.

However, what Zhao Feng said was just casual talk. His real goal was to suppress Hua Wenyue!

"Both of you, father and son, are overreaching guys, come on, let me see what you are capable of!"

Hua Wenyue shouted angrily, because he recalled how his youngest son Hua Tianchen was brutally beaten by Zhao Feng.

"Then you have to be careful, Master Jiuxiao Pavilion, if you are not careful, you will be killed by me!"

Zhao Feng smiled coldly, and instantly lifted the Demonic Wind Slaying Sword in his hand.

Tyrant Wind Demon Slash!

"call out!"

A piercing sound sounded, and the green slash was approaching Hua Wenyue.

"Emperor Fenglei?"

Hua Wenyue suddenly woke up.

The next moment, this Domineering Wind Demon Slash was defeated by his Emperor's will.

This blow was not Zhao Feng's strongest attack.

First of all, the time for obtaining the Demonic Wind Slaying Sword is too short, and the time for accumulating Yuanli is not long, even less than one-fifth of the Wuji Sword.

Secondly, although there is the secret of the wind blade shuttle, which can increase the attack, how can the secret of the wind blade shuttle be more powerful than the shock sixty-eight?

"Not bad attack, but that's it, you still want to beat me?"

Hua Wenyue sneered.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Feng grinned, put away the Mofeng Slaying Sword, and the next moment, he took out the Wuji Sword.

"Is it the weapon of the Promise Sword God..."

Hua Wenyue narrowed his eyes.

Wuji Sword God was also a pavilion master of the Sword God Pavilion, but he fell, so the Wuji Pavilion was vacant. So far no one has broken through to the Martial God Emperor.

However, Hua Wenyue had heard of the reputation of the Promise Sword God.

The strength of Wuji Sword God is stronger than his master, second only to Taiji Sword God.

If the Wuji Sword God was alive, Hua Wenyue would not be able to do it with ten heads, but now the only one holding the Wuji Sword is Zhao Feng, why should he be afraid?

"Thirty-six flashes!"

"Sixty-eight shocks!"

A brown sword aura attacked Hua Wenyue again, Hua Wenyue glared, the power of this sword aura was instantly weakened by half.

"what?"

Hua Wenyue was shocked. One of his thoughts was an attack that couldn't be dispelled?

how can that be?

The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth curled up slightly.

Just kidding, when he was fighting Qi Huaizhong, his strength was several times worse than now.

Why?

Because he comprehended Shen Xing's martial soul secret at the last moment, which is the triple martial soul secret of power.

In addition, he is constantly improving, and the number of shocks fused to thirty-six flashes is getting higher and higher. Every time there is an additional one, the attack power is multiplied. Now it has increased to eighteen times.

Although Hua Wenyue is the Martial God Emperor, he is only a Tier 1 Martial God Emperor. Coupled with factors such as the Excalibur Martial Soul, he wanted to disperse Zhao Feng's attack with a single thought.

no way!

"Haha, Master Jiuxiao Pavilion, your emperor's will is not very good."

Zhao Feng suddenly laughed loudly, and started to shoot wildly.

Whether it is the King of the Martial God or the Great Emperor of the Martial God, they all rely on the profound meaning of the Martial Soul to make a living.

And Zhao Feng's martial soul profound meaning has far surpassed those geniuses.

Except for the two attributes of wind and earth, he has not yet fully comprehended the shock, and the rest has been completed.

Although the emperor's will is strong, the battles between the emperors also rely on the integration of the emperor's will into various attacks.

Using the Emperor's will alone, the combat power is less than one-fifth.

"Don't be crazy, kid, I'm going to show you next, what is the Martial God Emperor!"

Hua Wenyue yelled violently, his figure flickered, and he flew towards Zhao Feng.

Like Hua Tianxing, he is of the fire attribute and has a strong attack power.

The ground concealment technique, four agility advancements, repulsive acceleration, and wind acceleration all made Zhao Feng's speed much faster than Hua Wenyue's.

Hua Wenyue is the Great Emperor of the Martial God, but it doesn't mean that he has comprehended all the mysteries of the Martial Soul. He only comprehended the Inextinguishable Flame and Rebirth from the ashes, which is much worse than Hua Tianxing.

His Great Emperor's Will and the Inextinguishable Flame Attack couldn't touch Zhao Feng at all. Simply put, he was just a mobile sandbag.