Immemorial War God

"That's right." Mo Feng looked and nodded his head. The Xin'er can train in the skill of Xian Le but it still needs a lot of distance to be compared to the real Xian Le people. The Xian Le people can use the music to break through any defenses, but a little trick like sealing the six senses isn't even worth mentioning in front of the real Xian Le people.    

This was different from Mo Feng's sonic combat technique, it's power was stronger, but the limitations were very large, he needed to have a strong enough instrument, otherwise, the instrument would explode before the enemy could injure him. But sonic combat technique didn't have that many restrictions, as long as he had a strong body.    

He was a disciple of the Sect of Immortals. Thousands of years ago, he was an extremely powerful sect. When the Sect of Immortals was released, tens of thousands of sects submitted to him! The only difference was that the members of the Immortal Music Sect all had calm personalities and rarely competed for fame or benefits. They had always been secluded from the outside world.    

After that, countless of powers joined together and initiated a great war, causing the Immortal Music Sect to quickly fall. Only a few disciples were left behind, and due to the lack of inheritance and cultivation, it was extremely difficult to pass on the legacy, thus only the Xin'er could be considered as the only person left.    

"Buzz buzz!"    

Xin'er continued to play, forcing Wei Ziyue and the others to retreat step by step, with blood flowing out of their mouths, Xin'er's face was pale white, blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and her fingers were bleeding profusely. A pair of white jade fingers were opened wide, revealing the white bones inside.    

Mo Feng frowned. If this continued, his hand would be crippled.    

"Whap." Xin'er was still playing with all her might, when her hand was suddenly grabbed, and the zither music suddenly arrived. Xin'er turned to look at Mo Feng, her face filled with killing intent.    

"You want to stop me?"    

"Such a beautiful hand, it would be such a pity if it was crippled just like that." Mo Feng grabbed Xin'er's hand and said regretfully. Looking at Xin'er's jade hand, he realized that even the tendons in her hands were injured, and if he continued to flick it a few more times, it would really break.    

Xin'er looked at Mo Feng blankly, and was unable to say a word.    

"Hiss!" Suddenly, his hand was in extreme pain. Mo Feng took out a healing pill and crushed it, then sprinkled it on his wound, then took out a white cloth and slowly bandaged it. Seeing Mo Feng's serious and attentive actions, Xin'er's stiff body relaxed, and her beautiful face blushed slightly.    

"Hmm?" Wei Ziyue and the others felt that there was nothing they could do to stop him, so they opened their eyes probingly to see that the Xin'er had already stopped playing, and that Mo Feng was holding onto the jade hand of the Xin'er as he was bandaging it, and then seeing the Xin'er's beautiful face turn red, their anger soared in an instant. He had painstakingly pursued the Xin'er for so long, and had spent so much money, but he had not even touched a single finger, yet he was actually being held like this by a man!    

"Little beast!" With a roar, he rushed towards Mo Feng, causing Xin'er's eyes to turn stern, he turned and saw Wei Ziyue taking out the zither from Mo Feng's hands, and was about to start playing again, causing Wei Ziyue to be alarmed. He immediately stopped his attack, and realised that his injuries were not light, if he continued to be attacked by force, he would directly kneel on the ground.    

"Hmph." Just as Xin'er touched the zither, she groaned, her face turning pale again. Her injuries could no longer be played again. Wei Ziyue looked at it blankly, then sneered. Finally unable to hold on?    

"Don't force yourself, think about how you can compensate laozi." sneered, he was not in a hurry to make a move, and turned towards Mo Feng, his gaze suddenly turning ice-cold. Attacking Mo Feng made him even more interested, to dare grab onto the hand of a woman he had so bitterly pursued after, even dying ten thousand times was not enough!    

"Brat, I really don't know what she sees in you. You only know how to read after watching for so long?" "You useless trash, come here and kneel before this great sir. This great sir will let you leave this place peacefully!" The corner of his mouth raised into a sneer, torturing Xin'er would be better than torturing this pretty boy. At that time, the Xin'er would just have to beg him for revenge!    

Mo Feng looked at Wei Ziyue expressionlessly, and took out a handkerchief from Xin'er's body. He took a light sniff, and an elegant and sweet smell made people feel intoxicated, and he wiped the blood off his hands with the handkerchief. After he finished wiping it, he turned his head and looked at Xin'er apologetically.    

"It's a pity your handkerchief is dirty."    

Xin'er rolled her eyes at Mo Feng. Talking about all these at this time, shouldn't she think of a way to escape this calamity?    

"You're courting death!" Seeing that Mo Feng ignored him and still used Xin'er's handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, Wei Ziyue could no longer hold back the anger in his heart. Xin'er's gaze turned cold, she turned the zither, and just as she was about to attack, Mo Feng suddenly grabbed her hand and said softly:    

"Let me do it."    

Xin'er was startled, her eyes filled with doubt looking at Mo Feng, as though she was saying can you do it?    

"Play one for me." Mo Feng smiled, he turned his hand and the battle axe appeared in his hands. Xin'er was startled, seeing Mo Feng's smile, she suddenly calmed down, she clenched her teeth and sat down, then placed the zither on her legs, relaxed her strings, and started playing.    

Clang, clang, clang. The zither music rang out, releasing an intense melody. At this moment, the zither music was like a battlefield, turning into a generation of generals that constantly slaughtered their enemies!    

This song — Kingo!    

"Tch" Wei Ziyue saw Mo Feng taking out his battle axe and looked at him with a disdainful sneer. A pretty boy like him dared to attack him when he was only a teenager?    

"Clang!"    

As the sword struck the axe, Wei Ziyue's face paled.    

"What a strong power!" When this sword struck the battle axe, he felt as if he had struck an unshakable mountain. The backlash shook his hand until it became numb!    

"Was his body made of iron?" 's eyes were filled with shock, it would be fine if he did not make a move, but the moment he did, he was completely terrified. How did this little body of his forge such a strong power!    

"Swoosh."    

He retreated until he was in front of a few people, and looked at Mo Feng with an ugly expression.    

"Young Master." The few people behind looked at Mo Feng vigilantly and shouted. Their cultivations were not low, and one could tell with a glance whether they were strong or weak, Mo Feng's strength was somewhat strong beyond their imagination, but they were still unable to fathom his cultivation. After all, Mo Feng had only used his physical body's strength, so now that his physical body had reached the seventh level of stellar state, he was bound to die.    

"All of you, stay your hands!" Wei Ziyue shouted coldly. Looking at Mo Feng's face filled with fierceness, he didn't believe that he couldn't beat up a pretty boy!    

"Swords, move, move, move!" 's power was not something he could touch until the end, so he used his full strength when he attacked.    

hmm hmm hmm *    

The moment the swords were unleashed, over 10 swords spiralled in the air, spinning continuously, after a moment they exploded, and shot towards Mo Feng from all directions!