Prehistoric: Nuwa's first disciple, the master was the first to establish a human religion

At this moment, Emperor Nan also spoke up with a look of shock to stop him.

Mo Yuan snorted coldly and said with a sneer, "You know that you can't escape today, so just surrender and let me take you away."

"Don't be so arrogant. If you have the guts, come and try my sword."

Lu Feng had a sullen face and looked at Mo Yuan coldly, holding the dagger tightly in his hand. As long as Mo Yuan showed any abnormality, the dagger in his hand would be unsheathed immediately.

Lu Feng immediately aroused the pride in Mo Yuan's heart. He straightened his chest and said with a look of disdain, "Okay. I want to see how powerful your sword is and what qualifications you have to make such big claims."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan flipped his right hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. His long sword was exactly the same as Lu Feng's long whip.

However, the sword in Mo Yuan's hand was more than three feet long, while the whip in Lu Feng's hand was more than ten feet long. The two looked like two snakes entangled together.

"Is this your weapon? It's really a bit ugly. Could it be that your sword is just like you, not only extremely ugly, but also lacks spirituality?"

Lu Feng looked at the sword in Mo Yuan's hand, shook his head involuntarily, and spoke with a mocking look on his face.

Although he had never seen Mo Yuan's weapon, he could guess that Mo Yuan's sword was definitely not a good sword. "How dare you insult my sword."

Mo Yuan immediately became furious. He raised his hand and swung his sword. A dazzling cold light suddenly flashed on the blade, like an ice cone.

Mo Yuan's figure instantly flew to Lu Feng's side, and the sword in his hand slashed fiercely at Lu Feng's neck.

Lu Feng looked at Mo Yuan's attack coming, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and faced his attack without fear.

Mo Yuan's attack soon reached Lu Feng, but just as Lu Feng was about to reach out and grab Mo Yuan's sword to cut it off, Mo Yuan suddenly stopped and leaned to the side, barely avoiding Lu Feng's attack.

Seeing this, Lu Feng frowned in confusion. "I remember everything you said just now. If you can take my move, then I promise you.

Hand over that handful of junk you have.

Mo Yuan's eyes were still fixed on the dagger in Lu Feng's hand, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm not kidding, you'd better consider your own abilities. You know my kung fu, it's not just a reputation, if you don't believe me, just try it.

As Mo Yuan spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at the black sword in his hand, looking provocative. "Do you think I dare not?"

Lu Feng snorted coldly and swung the long whip in his hand immediately. The black whip in his hand was so fast that people could hardly react in time.

The young disciples who were watching couldn't help but gasp, their eyes widened as they stared at Lu Feng without blinking, their faces filled with shock.

"What kind of Kung Fu is this? Even I have never seen such a fast whip technique. This girl's cultivation is really extraordinary. What is the identity of this boy? How can he be such a powerful alchemist and have such strong fighting power?"

"The relationship between these two people is probably extraordinary. What secrets does he have? Why doesn't any of us know?"

"The black sword in the boy's hand is even weirder. We all feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. I even suspect that the sword is not an ordinary item at all."

"All of you shut up. That young man is the grandson of the King of Beimeng and the apprentice of the divine doctor. They are senior and junior brothers and sisters, and both of them have good cultivation. This is a very normal thing.

"But I always feel that his strength may not be higher than that young man, but his skills are shocking. He is not much weaker than our young master."

Mo Yuan swung the long sword in his hand to block Lu Feng's attack. While blocking, he couldn't help but exclaim. He was able to force him to use all his strength to deal with his attack, which showed how terrifying the power of his attack was. Seeing that Mo Yuan blocked his attack, Lu Feng immediately raised his hand and swung out the long whip again. The long whip came like the wind, driving the air and making a whistling sound.

Lu Feng knew that the gap between himself and Mo Yuan was too huge. If he wanted to defeat the other party, it would be wishful thinking unless he used his strongest skills.

However, Lu Feng had no intention of using his strongest martial arts. After all, his current strength was far from enough to use that strongest martial arts.

This time, the test was just for him to test whether Mo Yuan's strength was unfathomable.

When Mo Yuan saw Lu Feng's long whip, he immediately waved the long sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him. The long whip in Lu Feng's hand collided with Mo Yuan's long sword. There were muffled sounds one after another. Both of them had an extremely good treasure in their hands as an aid.

When the attacks in the two men's hands collided, strong sparks erupted, and streams of white and purple light splashed out from the place where the two men fought.

Although the long sword in Mo Yuan's hand is not a magic weapon, it is definitely a treasure-level item, and it is a very special treasure.

The Black Demon Dragon Sword in Lu Feng's hand is also not an ordinary item.

Although Mo Yuan is at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, Lu Feng's Black Evil Dragon Sword is also at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Moreover, because of the existence of the Black Evil Pearl, Lu Feng's strength is even stronger than Mo Yuan. So their confrontation seems to be evenly matched, but in fact, they are equally matched. No one can gain any advantage, and neither of them is evenly injured.

Lu Feng looked at Mo Yuan and couldn't help but show a solemn expression on his face.

"Our strengths are equal, but if you don't use your full strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat me." Mo Yuan looked at Lu Feng and said with a confident smile on his face.

"Humph, it's a bit early to say that. You'd better take my move first."

Lu Feng sneered immediately, and as he finished his words, the whip in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light.

A gloomy feeling came over me, and the white light seemed to come from the Netherworld.

The surrounding woods were completely eroded by this powerful evil energy, as if all the light had disappeared, leaving only the blinding white.

The long whip in Lu Feng's hand was like a ball of white mist; in Mo Yuan's eyes, it was unpredictable and changeable.