The energy shook all around, and Yi Lin, who was the closest, immediately lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Next came Blue Phoenix and the Six Immortals of Peach Valley. Blue Phoenix was well prepared and used Qing Kung to jump up without being affected by Qi.
As for the six immortals of Peach Valley, starting from the fourth child, they all sat down on the ground. The eldest Tao Genxian, who had the strongest inner strength, only swayed slightly before standing firm.
Except for them, most of the people in the arena within three feet of him turned over involuntarily, spilling tea all over the floor.
After the dust and wind cleared, the embarrassed people looked up again, only to see the two people fighting in the field, holding two palms firmly, fighting on the spot without giving in to each other.
This is a pure competition between external strength and internal strength. What you compete for is grip strength, arm strength, Qi, and lower body.
Monk Bujie used his true strength continuously, Xu Yin used the soft and gentle nature of his innate true energy to neutralize its fierce force, so that his own wrists would not be harmed.
At the same time, he exerted the strange strength he had developed during the six months of extreme practice and pinched Monk Fujie’s palm back. With each pinch, what he held was not flesh, but bone!
The strong external force is enough to roll the steel into a ball and exert it on the metacarpal bones of Bujie. If you don't quit, you will know your own suffering.
In my heart, my mother screamed: "This boy is so strong, how can I, a monk, not be able to compete with him? No! I don't believe in this evil!"
The muscles of Monk Bujie's right arm are bulging and faintly red. This is a phenomenon in which Qi and blood are transported to the extreme.
Even so, the palms where he and Xu Yin were holding each other were still pale. Because of the position where the two were wrestling, the true energy and the energy and blood conflicted with each other, and the energy and blood transported from elsewhere in the body could not be filled in.
The muscles on Monk Bujie's face twitched, and low roars came from his throat. He looked blushing and thick-necked, obviously he had used all his strength!
Xu Yin's body remained motionless, but his expression was solemn. His body seemed relaxed, but in fact every muscle was tense, and his toes were bent downwards, firmly grasping the ground.
The innate true energy in his body moved at an extremely high speed, following the frequency of Monk Bujie's exertion, canceling out the impact of his true energy wave after wave.
At this moment, Yilin suddenly pulled out her sword!
Xu Yin glanced at her in a blink of an eye, his narrow eyes seemed to be slightly open, but the murderous intent enveloped Yi Lin's body like a real substance.
Yilin let out a cry and was so frightened that she couldn't even hold her sword and let it fall to the ground.
Monk Bujie was worried about his daughter. When he heard the sound of the sword falling to the ground, he quickly turned his head and naturally relaxed half of the breath he had been holding back.
When masters compete with each other, how can they relax even a little bit? Naturally, Xu Yin will not be polite to him. His internal and external skills explode at the same time, and he suddenly exerts force with one arm!
Unexpectedly, he broke Monk Bujie's thick arm, and the broken forearm bone pierced his skin, causing blood to flow all over the floor. Then he chased and punched him in the chest. Using only external force and no internal strength, he immediately knocked Monk Bujie away and broke his ribs.
There were many roots, and blood was vomited from the mouth, which was extremely tragic.
Although Yilin returned to secular life and determined to avenge Linghu Chong, at the critical moment, affected by his nature, she only dared to think but did not dare to do it.
She quickly screamed and stepped forward to help Monk Bujie up, "Dad, are you okay?"
Then with tears in his eyes, he shouted to Xu Yin with an extremely miserable look: "You evil man, how could you be so cruel!"
Xu Yin picked up Yilin's sword with one kick, and then put it into its scabbard.
"Junior sister Yilin, if you don't have the will to die in the future, don't draw your sword easily. Especially for a swordsman, the sword will determine life or death. Please remember what I said."
At this time, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley who had been watching suddenly looked at each other, then rolled up and down and immediately surrounded Xu Yin.
"Linghu Chong is very lonely down there. The little nun who returned to secular life doesn't have the determination to kill, so we six brothers took care of it!"
While they were talking, six people came out to attack, grab, or capture Xu Yin's limbs, and then forcibly tore them into pieces.
Surrounded by Xu Yin, the water-avoiding sword unsheathed on its own. He grabbed it casually and swung it out in a circle around his body like a broken arrow, extremely fast and without a trace!
These six fools, who were feared by many first-rate masters, were immediately struck by swords in their throats. The wounds were as thin as rain, and they were stunned on the spot.
What's interesting is that even so, they can still argue.
"Brother, you are the tallest. Since you were hit with a sword in your throat, we shouldn't have been hit with a sword."
"Nonsense, you are about the same height as the third, fourth, and fifth brother. You should have been hit by the sword together, and I should have been hit by the sword in the chest."
"Stop arguing, we've all been hit by swords. I'll see you in the King of Hell's Palace soon. What's the use of talking about this." Lao Liu had a sad face, but he didn't dare to move. It was really funny.
The boss, Tao Genxian, huffed and puffed out. His mood fluctuated the most, and his wounds opened the fastest. Blood could already be seen splattering on his neck.
"No, when we get to the Palace of the King of Hell, the King of Hell asks us how the six of us died. Wouldn't it mean that we don't understand and are calling the King of Hell a joke for nothing?"
Xu Yin smiled and shook the edge of his sword, making a dripping sound.
"Tell the King of Hell that you died under the Shuishui Sword. No kid will dare to laugh at you."
Seeing the bending and bouncing blade of the water-avoiding sword, the six fools finally knew something. When their necks moved, blood splattered all over the sky.
Xu Yin put away his long sword and tore off the disguise on his face. When he passed by the monk Bujie, he said casually: "Xu has always been ruthless. This time, it's just for the sake of Master Dingxian. Don't do it again."
An act of provocation.”
Hengshan Sanding and Tianmen, Mo Da, are Xu Yin's back-up force in dealing with Zuo Lengchan's public opinion offensive. He will not easily offend these people before he captures the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance.
Xu Yin went directly to the venue where the martial arts conference was held, and did not go to the east of Luoyang City to meet up with his master and others. Since his identity was revealed, he simply let these Jianghu people publicize it more violently!
Xu Yin walked all the way, but countless people in the world who watched the excitement and were frightened by his power followed him and talked endlessly.
Among the people in the arena, there was one who was riding a fast horse. He immediately mounted his horse and rushed to the venue of the martial arts conference.
Lan Fenghuang quietly followed a group of people in the world, looking at the man alone with two swords, surrounded by tigers and wolves, but calm and calm, and for a moment he became addicted to it.
Then I thought about what this man said in such a domineering tone a month ago, and I couldn't help but blush.
At the martial arts conference, it was already noon, exceeding the time agreed upon for the initial decisive battle.
Everyone was talking a lot, but the person with status on the stone platform could still maintain his apparent calm.
However, there is more or less doubt in everyone's eyes, and they are all confused when they look at each other.
Zuo Lengchan has already drank several cups of tea. This stone platform is grand enough to withstand the scorching sun and the floor is hot. Sitting here with no shade is a waste of time.
He glanced at the hosting party, the Wang family and the Wei family, with unkind expressions. The two family heads trembled slightly, and secretly said: Now the flattery is about to be slapped on the horse's legs. They all blame Xu Yin, the water-avoiding sword, for how dare he do such a big thing.
Unpunctual?
Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly. He was already quite anxious and angry. However, without the rightful owner coming, he had to maintain his dignity and dignity among the crowd.
The fists rubbing together in secret seemed to be squeezing Xu Yin's head, and the image of him grabbing Xu Yin and blowing his head off kept flashing through his mind.
At this time, there was a commotion among the crowd. Zuo Lengchan's eyesight was very good and he saw a galloping horse approaching in the distance. He thought it was someone delivering a message.
Sure enough, his subordinates learned the news from the crowd, ran to Zuo Leng's Zen seat, and said loudly: "Report to the leader, Xu Yin, the water-avoiding sword, is less than five miles away from here and is coming alone!"
This was said in a loud voice, and everyone on the stage could hear it clearly.
The leading figures of each faction looked at each other in surprise.