The major martial arts schools in the Central Plains.

The slightest thought in Ren Woxing's eyes completely disappeared. At this time, he had no intention of dealing with Ziqin.

If Ziqin was only much stronger than Ren Woxing, then Renwoxing would be afraid and think about destroying Ziqin. However, at this time, Ziqin was already incredibly strong, so strong that he truly was like a god.

Ren Woxing in front of Ziqin was like when he was a child in front of the leader of Mingjiao at that time.

The two of them are not of the same level at all, nor can they be of the same level. In this way, the petty thoughts of Ren Woxing disappeared, and instead, he wholeheartedly made friends with Ziqin.

This is the world, don't talk about reality and falsehood, it is the devil who has his own way, but no matter you are a hero or a devil, you have to be alive. If you are a dead person, then it is nothing, a dead person is just a dead person.

At this time, Ziqin was extremely excited. The sword and scabbard in his hand unfolded rapidly. At first, it seemed to be very similar to the martial arts performed by the seven Wudang disciples, but slowly it began to change, and gradually it no longer appeared.

Every bit similar to those seven Wudang disciples.

However, even Chongxu had to admit that what Ziqin was performing now was indeed the Zhenwu Seven Section Formation, not any other formation.

This seems to be Ziqin's opportunity.

To put it bluntly, the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation actually only contains two meanings, the thickness of the turtle and the agility of the snake. One is for defense and the other is for offense.

Of course, although these are simple, other people might not be able to react even if they resist the sword technique, let alone learn this formation.

And if Feng Qingyang could resist this formation, he would probably only be able to resist it, but not learn it. After all, this set of formations first requires Zhang Sanfeng's seven sets of martial arts, and secondly the formation. Feng Qingyang is not even a genius.

Maybe you can learn seven sets of martial arts in battle, and then learn one set of formations.

But Ziqin is different. He has basic swordsmanship and a clear sword mind. He has an innate advantage in swordsmanship. In addition, he has received a special reward, a bonus for learning Wudang martial arts.

Ziqin had almost forgotten the reward he received from this white-haired world, not wanting it to suddenly take effect at this moment.

It didn't take long for Zi Qin to learn the swordsmanship of these seven people. Then the basic swordsmanship was improved, and finally the seven sets of swordsmanship were merged into two sets, one for offense and one for defense.

Originally, these seven sets of martial arts were three sets of attack, three sets of defense, and one set of mediation, which automatically became the center of the formation when setting up the formation.

However, Ziqin learned seven sets of martial arts, and after improving the basic swordsmanship, only one attack and one defense were left, and the formation eye was transformed into his own body by Ziqin, which was enough to display this set of seven true martial arts formations.

Of course, the Zhenwu Seven interception formation performed by a single person will never be as powerful as the combined force of sixty-four first-class masters.

Ziqin estimated that this sword formation could increase his strength by three to four times at most.

However, this was already a terrifying bonus. Ziqin was already close to being invincible in Xiaoao. If he were three or four times stronger, who else in the world could match him.

"break"

With the formation in hand, Ziqin no longer wanted to play with the seven Wudang disciples. He suddenly scolded, swept his left and right hands together, and struck out the long sword and scabbard at the same time, but it was the long sword that knocked down seven of them in one fell swoop.

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It was shot down but no one was injured.

After doing this, Ziqin looked at Fang Zheng and Jie Feng outside.

"You two, don't waste time, just let me see the power of the Arhat Formation and the Dog Fighting Formation."

Zi Qin laughed loudly, and without waiting for Fang Zheng and Xie Feng to reply, he rushed into the crowd of monks.

The Shaolin Arhat Formation is a unique formation in the world. It is said that even a fly cannot fly through the formation composed of 108 Arhats.

But it is a pity that Ziqin is not a fly, but a goshawk.

The long sword and scabbard were still being swung, without any cliff, one sword after another.

If the seven-section formation formed by seven Wudang disciples was both offensive and defensive, then the seven-section formation used by Ziqin alone brought the offensive to the extreme.

With the attack increased three to four times, no one in the world could stop Zi Qin.

In the blink of an eye, Ziqin had broken through the Arhat formation, but he ignored Jie Feng, who was about to admit defeat, and rushed into the Beggar Clan disciples again.

Everyone stood there sadly, watching Ziqin break through the Seven Zhenwu Formations, the Arhat Formation, and the Dog Fighting Formation in one go. They walked back and forth as if there was no one there, but for a moment they fell silent as if they had collectively turned into stone sculptures.

However, after breaking through three formations in a row, Ziqin's expression became more and more disappointed. The seven-section formation was still somewhat difficult, but the Luohan formation and the dog-fighting formation behind it no longer presented any challenge.

Suddenly, the wine shopkeeper of the tavern and the sword intent appeared in Ziqin's mind again.

Perhaps only that kind of person is worthy of letting him draw a sword, but the people here are not worthy of even carrying his shoes.

Looking at the many heads, elders and the like in front of him with disappointment, Ziqin sheathed his sword and suddenly looked at Ren Woxing aside.

"Brother Ren, let's go. These people are extremely boring. It's a waste of my time to fight with these people."

Ziqin's voice was extremely indifferent, not even disdainful. A series of exclamations sounded from all around, but it was the fighting here that had already attracted countless people from all walks of life.

However, this time no one from the world dared to stand in front of Ziqin.

"Seven days later, I will distribute the supreme swordsmanship secrets of the Wuyue Sword Sect under the Blackwood Cliff for a day, including the Huashan Three Deadly Immortals Sword, the Hengshan Five Divine Swords and other lost swordsmanship. Anyone who wants it can come and receive one today.

Book."

Ziqin and Ren Woxing walked towards the outside of the inn. When they reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said loudly.

These people have now made him no longer even interested in drawing a sword, but they have offended him after all, and this is Ziqin's revenge.

"My brother's revenge is really cruel. With this, the Five Mountains Sword Sect has come to an end."

Ren Woxing said with a look of emotion in his eyes.

"Now I just want to know how many people are destined to come to Blackwood Cliff by then."

A faint sneer flashed at the corner of Ziqin's lips, he glanced around at the stunned elders of the Wuyue Sword Sect, turned around and slowly left the inn, behind him came the surprised cheers of the martial arts people.
Chapter completed!