[Chapter 1042: Simulating the Body of the Treasure Moonlight King!]

Seeing Feng Ziyue Shi display the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, not only were the students in the Vermilion Bird Academy dumbfounded, but even the deacon and others couldn't believe it.

This is the secret of the Moon Lord Temple, how can Feng Ziyue make it?

Well-informed people know that Feng Ziyue had just gone to the Moon Lord Temple as a guest three days ago, that is, before the battle with the Little Overlord Tie Bo Fu Covenant, and it was said that he had met with the Great Pastoral Priest.

Could it be that at that time, the Great Pastoral Priest passed on the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique to him?

"Is that really the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique? Isn't this sword technique a secret that the Moon Lord Temple does not pass on? How can the Great Shepherd Priest teach others in private?"

"It must be, this is the body of the Treasure Moonlight King, it will definitely not be wrong......"

The reputation of the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique is too great, and this style of Treasure Moonlight King Body is a peerless move that is both offensive and defensive, not many people have seen it, but too many people have heard of it.

"But even if the Great Shepherd Priest didn't hesitate to pass on this sword technique to Feng Ziyue, but ...... But it's only been three days! It's only been three days, how can Feng Ziyue ......?"

The time when Fengziyue saw the Great Pastoral Festival was only three days ago!

In three days, even if the Great Shepherd Sacrifice poured out his money, how could Feng Ziyue be able to practice this sword technique to such a realm?

A demonic genius!

This kid is really a demonic genius!

Everyone exclaimed in unison, Bai Zhiwei's face turned pale, her fists were clenched, and her nails were deeply embedded in the tender flesh of her palm, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

"No...... Not right......"

The sword idiot beside her shook his head slightly.

"This is not the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique!"

His voice was low, but it was categorical.

Bai Zhiwei was stunned, "Senior Brother Sword Idiot, this is obviously the body of the Treasure Moonlight King in the soul of the Cold Moon Burial Poem, how can you say that it is not ......?"

"This is not the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique......"

The sword idiot repeated it, but his face "revealed" a leisurely "color", and in his tone, he was admired.

"He used the immeasurable mystical sword technique to simulate the high mystical treasure moonlight king body in the cold moon burial poetry soul sword technique, which ...... This is much more difficult than learning the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique!"

"The body of the king of Bao Moonlight, the body of the moonlight, are all false, this is fine, but this immeasurable mystical swordsmanship, but between the virtual and the real, unpredictable, like the virtual like the real, like the real like the virtual, this punch blasted through the body of the Feng Gongzi, and I don't know whether to kill him, or completely miss, even the person who punched, he didn't know ......"

"This move is the essence of the immeasurable mystical sword technique, life and death, non-life and non-death!"

"This is much more difficult than learning a peerless sword technique in three days!"

Bai Zhiwei was dumbfounded, and even began to doubt her ears, "What...... What?"

The body of the Treasure Moon Light King is a unique move that has both offense and defense in the soul of the cold moon burial poem, Feng Ziyue can actually simulate it with a different faction of swordsmanship, what a strange and incredible thing?

Moreover, this also means that the Great Pastoral Sacrifice did not pass on his Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique - if he really knew the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, naturally he would not have to be so troublesome, and he would have to use the Immeasurable Xuanji Sword Technique to simulate it.

On the premise that he would not be able to bury the poetry soul sword technique in the cold moon, how did he perceive the mystery of the body of the Treasure Moon Light King, and how did he use the immeasurable mystical sword technique to simulate it?

Bai Zhiwei has the name of a goddess prodigy, she is meticulous and wise, but this time, she really can't figure it out anyway.

Her face turned blue and white, and she was so out of shape in front of the public, probably for the first time since she became famous.

Feng Ziyue really doesn't know how to bury the poetry soul sword technique in the cold moon.

In this sword technique, there are a few tricks, even if he has observed it for a long time with the six gods of the Heavenly Sword, he has not been able to understand it, he can only understand the sword intent in it.

But if he was asked to perform the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, he still couldn't do it.

When he comprehended the sword intent, he naturally deduced the final change of the soul of the cold moon burial poem, the body of the king of Bao Yueguang, but usually he wanted to perform this trick, and it was also difficult for him to do so.

But today, under the oppression of the fist of the little overlord Tie Bo Fu Dajiang against the current, Fengzi Yue Fu was in his heart, and suddenly temporarily realized the realm of life and death, non-life and non-death, and in that instant, he realized completely, and immediately used the immeasurable mystical sword technique to simulate the sword intent of the cold moon burial poetry soul, and cast this trick Treasure Moonlight King Body!

As soon as this move came out, the fist power of Tie Bo Fu was absorbed, and seeing Tie Bo Fu's face "color" Tie Qing, a punch missed, and his body leaned forward, and he was already defenseless!

Feng Ziyue laughed, his body shook, from virtual to real, a trace of ruddy swept over his face, the sword light closed, only to hear the roaring sound, the river that had just been absorbed against the current with all his strength, all of them rushed out!

This punch is so strong that Tie Bo Fu himself can't resist it, not to mention that at this time, he uses old moves, where can he fight back, he can only grit his teeth, spurt out a mouthful of blood, shout, and then blast out with a punch!

It is still the fist of the river against the current, but this time he is the end of the strong crossbow, not to mention the lack of preparation, where is the opponent of the punch in front, only to hear the roar, the two fists collided, Tie Bofu couldn't resist it, and his mouth spurted blood, like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down!

Rumble!

His body slammed into the high dome of the martial arts arena, and he slammed into the ground, raising countless smoke and dust, and his face was hideous, but he couldn't get up no matter what.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Tie Bo Fu hated wow wow, but this is also a fluke, at this time there is no ability to fight again!

In this decisive battle, the winner has been decided!

The rabbit rises and falls, and the changes are abrupt, and the students are dizzy and confused, and they can't speak for a long time.

A moment ago, it was Tie Bo Fu who used the fist of the great river against the current to gain the upper hand, and seeing that Feng Ziyue was about to destroy this punch power, he didn't expect Feng Ziyue to use such a defensive move against the sky as the body of the Treasure Moonlight King, which was to reverse the power of the fist, and suddenly reversed the victory and defeat.

Tie Bo Fu asked for his own hardships, and he lost a lot!

At this moment, Feng Ziyue's strength was truly displayed, and the students in the Vermilion Bird Academy were silent, and they no longer dared to have bad thoughts.

Bai Zhiwei clenched her fists, cold sweat was dripping on her back, but she still had a stiff smile on her face.

"Senior Sister Zhiwei, did you see it?"

The sword idiot smiled indifferently, he was still immersed in the mystery of Feng Ziyue's immeasurable mystical swordsmanship just now, but he also kindly reminded Bai Zhiwei a few words.

"Feng Gongzi's martial arts are no longer at a level that we can peep at, you have a year-end competition, it is better to abstain, so as not to fall into the same fate as this Tie Bo Fu......"

Bai Zhiwei's face changed, and she said: "Senior Brother Sword Idiot's kindness, I understand it, but I, a disciple of Vermilion Bird Academy, never care about winning or losing, if the enemy is strong, I am afraid, what kind of martial artist is it." ”

"Senior Brother Feng is very good at martial arts, and I just want to ask him for help. ”

"At the end of the year, I will never back down!"