Without saying much, he stretched out his hand and said, "That's it, as you wish."
Everyone scattered and looked at each other from a distance. For the monks, this kind of fighting was too common. It was hard to say whether it would be life-threatening. I didn't want it to be like this, but no one was good at fighting, so who could really guarantee it?
Already?
Yin Qingsi is not worried. She knows very well that the strength of this swordsman is better than hers, but she has not had the chance to see his more comprehensive performance. Until now, she does not understand who she wants to win?
The sword cultivator's victory greatly damaged the sect's reputation, but the fact that she was personally captured became a matter of course; but she couldn't stand the arrogant look on this guy's face.
Fang Yazi Nan Xiangye was not worried either. In their view, this was the Northwest True Legend's self-inflicted humiliation. It was not good to pick anyone, so he had to pick the boss? After all, he was quite smart. He found such an uninhabited environment.
It shows that they have insufficient confidence in themselves.
In the air, Hou Zi and Yang Guanjun faced each other face to face. What made Hou Zi very curious was that he didn't know what extraordinary means this senior brother of the ancient martial arts tradition had. He was very curious.
Seeing that he didn't make a move, Yang Guanjun felt a flash of displeasure in his heart; in the martial arts fighting world in mainland China, it is the rule that the person with a lower level of strength and status strikes first. He is the true disciple of the Qin Sect, but the opponent is not even a true disciple. There is a gap in status.
It is obvious at a glance, but the other party is not taking action now. Is this looking down on him?
"Do you, fellow Taoist Hou, think very highly of yourself?"
"A battle is a battle, don't mention anything else. I am a swordsman. You won't have any chance after I take action."
Yang Guanjun looked up to the sky and laughed, a madman from the Demon Sect was here.
No more arguing, the left hand is empty, the right hand is punching out, a ball of punch is as fast as lightning, the power is hidden, and the appearance alone cannot be underestimated; this is the characteristic of ancient martial arts, simple and clear,
It is extremely powerful, and combined with the Qin Sect's Zhenpai Mental Technique, Pure Yang Kung, no one can remain indifferent under such an attack.
The fist gang contains the universe, which may appear to be the strength of the fist, but in fact it is infinitely changeable and can be freely transformed according to the opponent's response. When the opponent is entangled by the fist gang, it is the follow-up blow of his storm.
In the Qin sect, he could punch eight punches in one breath, which was second to none among the true disciples of the Three Realms of Tongtian. Once he was connected with his fists, defeat would be a matter of time.
Flying sword? No matter how powerful the flying sword is, you can't ignore your own body!
The next moment, the flying sword appears, the sword cultivator disappears, the fist has no target, but the flying sword is close at hand!
Yang Guanjun remained calm in the chaos, raised his fist frame, raised the cauldron with Qian Yang, punched out with both fists, and struck out with fists and fists. The space was filled with the sound of Yang Gang exploding.
He could only block the flying sword and hope that after a few breaths, the flying sword would run out of power and leave on its own, so that he could discover where the sword cultivator's true form was; but this idea was true for a normal sword cultivator, but not for a normal sword cultivator.
As far as swordsmanship is concerned, it’s a joke!
The power on the flying sword was astonishing, which showed that the sword cultivator's cultivation was deeper than his. The Qianyang fist frame was almost shattered, and the movement of the fists was more about self-protection than attacking the flying sword.
The advantage of ancient martial arts is that once it suppresses the opponent, it is difficult for the opponent to stand up, but once it is restricted by the opponent, it lacks more flexible means of response.
In a few breaths, Yang Guanjun was blocked from left to right, and it was very hard to block. Not to mention that he couldn't see the sword cultivator, even if he could see the sword cultivator, he couldn't make a move at all.
Because he felt that he was not facing a flying sword, but a sword array.
The clouds are flat and motionless, and the river map is darkly connected.
It is exactly the "formation" formula for the three realms of physical swordsmanship.
The extremely fast attack and defense made it impossible for him to think about anything else. He could only hope to survive this wave of attacks and then find another opportunity?
After a few breaths, the flying sword went away, and Jian Xiu's body appeared immediately. Yang Guanjun took a deep breath and was about to punch back, when he felt a strand of hair brushing past his eyes...
This is the hairpin that binds the hair. It has been cut off by the flying sword unknowingly. If it were moved down three inches...
"I lost..."
Yang Guanjun's eyes darkened, and it became clear that of course he couldn't find anyone who was a swordsman, because Feijian is a swordsman, and swordsman is Feijian.
Such strange swordsmanship was unheard of and unseen. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't think of what he could do if given another chance.
Punch at the flying sword? His speed can't keep up!
After his side retreated, there were other Qin sect true disciples who wanted to fight again, but they were stopped by his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness shouted:
"Who can break the hidden skill in this man's sword? If you can break it, go ahead. If not, just make me lose face. Is it necessary for all the true disciples to go up and beat them one by one?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless; they were all ancient martial arts warriors with very experienced battles, and they knew very well that if they could not force the sword cultivator to show up, they would basically lose without winning. What should people do if this happens?
Although Yang Guanjun was defeated simply, he was worthy of being a true senior brother. He had an unparalleled temperament and self-cultivation. There was no way he could behave like that and stalk him.
His consciousness turned and he said, "Sister with black hair, it's my fault. I regret that I didn't listen to your kind words. This trip was so reckless."
Yin Qingsi looked apologetic. Why didn't she know that a large part of the reason why the senior brothers came forward was because of the fact that she had been humiliated in the water spirit bead for several months? How did Xiu obtain the Yuemen Order Talisman? Did he harm the income of a certain Yuemen cultivator?
I feel very uncomfortable, and I feel more and more dissatisfied with that arrogant guy. Fighting can be expressed in many ways. Is it necessary to be so arrogant and domineering, leaving no room for others?
"Senior brother, it's all the fault of my little sister..."
Yang Guanjun smiled bitterly, "What are you talking about? I've had to go through this with or without you, so I can't just pretend to be deaf and dumb? You said this person has special skills, but you're talking about this sword skill?"
Yin Qingsi was very bitter, she couldn't say it, because this was the limit of a cultivator, and the sword cultivator was caught by the leeches to save her...
"Senior brother, it's not this, there's something else...but I can't say it!"
All the true heirs of the Qin Sect are speechless. The sword hidden in the body is very troublesome. What, are there other trump cards?
Yang Guanjun no longer hesitated and handed over to the monk from far away, "Our Qin sect is willing to admit defeat, but we can't accept this person. I advise fellow Taoist Tang to just forget it? We don't have any real grudges. We all want to govern the northwest." The environment is not as good as everyone sitting down and having a drink, one more friend and one more road..."
He knew very well that the temperaments of the monks who were his old enemies at Yuemen were the kind of people who would hold back and push back. If he wanted them to suffer, he could only tell the truth.
Sure enough, Tang You once sneered disdainfully, "Just because you are not good at the Qin sect, it does not mean that I am not good at crossing the sect! I have long said that your straight-forward approach will be useless when you encounter a real opponent! You still have to rely on us to support you by crossing the sect. The face of the northwest cultivation world!"
He stood up and said, "I've crossed over to Tang Youzeng, please give me some advice."
