As Miyamoto Musashi's words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

It was the Great Holy Son and the Three Holy Maidens, when the two of them saw this, they couldn't help but secretly gloat when they saw that the Second Holy Son was defeated by Tang Feng's move.

It's just that at this moment, no one pays attention to the expressions of the two of them.

Tang Feng's eyes were already firmly fixed on Miyamoto Musashi, and the dragon spear in his hand was also tightly clenched.

Originally, Watanabe Mengfei wanted to say something to save face, but when he saw that his master's face was sinking like water, where did he dare to speak again.

Miyamoto Musashi only waved his hand and signaled him to retreat, and now anyone can see that this martial king is just going to be ready to do it himself.

Although Tang Feng's face was solemn, he did not retreat in the slightest, although this was the first time so far, he was ready to fight against a martial king power.

However, this is a secret realm, and under the effect of gravity and sealing rules, whether it is the true yuan of the martial monarch or the Xuanyuan of the martial king, they cannot use it freely.

In other words, in such a situation, even an ordinary martial king can only use physical strength.

And now, Tang Feng's golden body of the Divine Kingdom is about to be completed, and at this time, he has no chance of winning against a martial king.

"Originally, with my identity, I shouldn't have personally taken action against juniors like you, but now this king has to take action!"

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly let out a cold drink, and the whole person had already risen from the ground, like a roc spreading its wings, and directly rushed towards Tang Feng.

Tang Feng's eyes froze, even though he couldn't figure out the strength of the other party, but now that he was also experienced in a hundred battles, how could he easily say defeat.

He did not retreat but advanced, and directly met him head-on.

"Imperial Expedition!" In the middle of the volley, Tang Feng stepped out with a spear, like an emperor going out to Hongda, and stabbed straight at the throat of the other party.

"Hmph, it's just a small skill of carving insects!" Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly, and his arms were raised.

He didn't carry a sword with him, and after decades of retreat and penance in the thatched hut on the top of the mountain, which called himself the Sword Furnace, he had already broken through the realm of a swordless sword, and even reached the point where everything could be a sword.

Although you don't have a sword in your hand, you can turn it into a sword whether it's your arm or even a green bamboo.

Even Tang Feng couldn't see his specific movements clearly, only to see the other party's arm raise strangely, and suddenly slammed into his dragon spear sideways.

At this moment, Tang Feng felt a surging force attacking, the dragon spear shook suddenly, and immediately shifted, and even the tiger's mouth in his hand felt a tingling.

"What a terrifying power!" Tang Feng was suddenly shocked in his heart, the other party was worthy of a martial king's power, even if he didn't use Xuandan Xuanyuan, his physical strength was not trivial.

"Heaven Sealing Style!" Miyamoto Musashi twisted and turned in the air, his arm was used as a knife, and he cut directly at Tang Feng's wrist, trying to break his dragon spear.

"Dragon Claw Nine Styles!" Tang Feng drank coldly, his left hand poked out from under his armpit like lightning, and at a strange angle, he went straight to the other party's throat.

Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but be taken aback, he didn't expect Tang Feng to play like this at all, at this time, he could suddenly cut off the opponent's wrist and force the opponent to completely give up the dragon spear.

However, in this way, there will be a trace of danger in his throat, even if the opponent's dragon claw hand may not be able to scratch his throat, but it will inevitably be injured.

After all, he is a generation of martial arts kings, and fighting with a junior is already a big bully, if he is still injured by the other party, it will be a great shame.

Miyamoto Musashi is worthy of a generation of martial kings, the guardian saint of the sword saint of the island country, his wrist suddenly changed, and he changed his moves quickly halfway, almost to the point of doing whatever he wanted.

There is no stagnation, one move to break the sky, and the head is cut off.

Tang Feng was taken aback, the other party's speed changed so fast that he could barely keep up, and when he was in crisis, he could only withdraw immediately.

However, in the end, he was a little slower, and although he avoided the vital point of his body, his left arm was cut by the other party, and a stinging pain struck, and the whole arm was almost destroyed.

"Piercing the sky!" Miyamoto Musashi did not stop after a powerful move, and an old Jianghu like him certainly understands the truth of taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

At this moment, his whole person seemed to have turned into a sword, and his whole body was sharp.

Tang Feng frowned, endured the huge pain on his left arm, raised the dragon spear in his right hand, swept through the thousands of troops with one move, and immediately swept towards him.

"It's useless!" Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly, slapped with one palm, and this invincible dragon spear was immediately shocked and flew out.

Tang Feng's face was shocked, only now could he really feel the gap between himself and the power of the Martial King, and he was in a hurry at the moment, and hurriedly dodged.

Fortunately, the opponent shot the flying dragon spear halfway just now, and there was a slight block, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to dodge at all.

"Falling to the sky!" Miyamoto Musashi still didn't have any intention of stopping, and the whole person suddenly soared into the sky, and then swooped down to kill.

Tang Feng could only retreat again, and his feet swept out like a dense rain, and he picked up the dragon spear halfway.

"Reign in the world!" Tang Feng re-armed the dragon spear, and the whole person also swooped and jumped, striking the strongest blow.

Miyamoto Musashi's move to the sky has not yet been completed, and his body twisted, and he has changed his move again.

"Kill the gods!" At the foot of his feet, Miyamoto Musashi's whole person jumped up like a tiger and leopard again, and actually faced the dragon spear head-on.

"Not good!" At this moment, Tang Feng's face changed greatly, and he had already seen the terrifying nature of the other party's move, he didn't want to think about it, he immediately abandoned the dragon spear, and the whole person quickly retreated.

Miyamoto Musashi had already met him, his arm was like a sharp sword slashing down in the air, breaking the dragon spear momentum on the spot, and what was even worse was that his remaining momentum did not decrease at all, and he rushed forward.

But in the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi's whole person had already pounced in front of Tang Feng, and immediately slapped it with a palm.

With a bang, Tang Feng suddenly flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and retreated straight back ten zhang away before he staggered to his feet.

At this time, the breath in his body surged, and he almost couldn't suppress the blood arrow, although he finally endured it, but the corners of his mouth were already stained with blood.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of a generation of martial kings!" Tang Feng clenched his teeth, his eyes staring at him tightly, and at the same time, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Miyamoto Musashi's body twisted, and the whole person was immediately nailed to the ground, he carried his hands behind his back, and hummed: "You kid can take me seventy-two moves before he loses, looking at the younger generation in the whole world, only you can do it!"

Saying that, he shook his head again and again, and sighed: "The talent is really terrifying, even this king and Zu Long, who were less than half your age back then, if he loses it and lets you grow up, there will be endless troubles in the future!"

Tang Feng slowly straightened his body and said, "It seems that today, you, the Martial King, are planning to kill you?"

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly snorted: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too high-profile, and before you have fully grown up, you are jumping everywhere and making countless enemies, so you must die!"

After saying this, his people moved.