Chapter 170: The jungle invites the master to try the sword
The black dragon's body gradually stabilized, and An Jing frowned and looked into the distance.
In the vast sky and earth in the distance, an old man in white stands on the top of a giant green tree. His robe is blowing gently in the wind. His old face is covered with traces of time, and there is a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
The ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, Feng Lingyue.
The master who led the Five Poisons to escape from the Demon Sect and defeated Duanmu Xinghua, the leader of Tianzong.
There is a sense of bohemianness and unrestrainedness in his whole body. An Jing has met many masters, but few have such a natural and unrestrained demeanor.
Xiao Qianqiu has been away from the world and practiced hard for many years, and has lost his popularity for a long time. He sits high on the mountain, regardless of worldly fame and fortune, and has abandoned all human emotions and desires. He seems to have some immortality, but he has always been the leader of the True One Sect.
Master Yan cannot break free from the shackles of popularity.
So it makes people feel a little strange when they look at it. They are not human or immortal, just like the stone statues placed on the altar.
Looking at Feng Lingyue's life, he also became famous at a young age, and later became famous in the Demon Cult, taking charge of the Five Poisons of the Demon Cult. His qualifications and cultivation surpassed the young Demon Cult leader Jiang Shang.
Jiang Shang is the appointed leader, and the arrogant Feng Lingyue is naturally unwilling to accept this. She forms a gang within the demon sect, and her ambition is obvious. Jiang Shang will naturally not turn a blind eye and use thunderous means to suppress him.
I thought that this would make Feng Lingyue wake up, but unexpectedly, it stimulated his ambition, tempered his state of mind, and made his cultivation level increase day by day. Until ten years after Jiang Shang succeeded to the throne, Feng Lingyue did it that day.
A big event that shocked the entire Yan River.
Lead the Five Poisons to break away from the Demon Sect and establish the Five Poisons Sect.
It can be said that this incident stirred up a thousand waves in the world of Dayan. You must know that the Demon Sect at that time was like a fish in water in Dayan, and its prestige was comparable to that of the state religion Zhenyi Sect. Naturally, the disintegration of the Demon Sect was a huge event.
Afterwards, the Demon Sect regarded the Five Poison Sect as a thorn in its side and a thorn in its flesh. The Tianzong even dispatched most of its masters just to kill Feng Lingyue.
As a result, Tianzong suffered heavy losses, and even Duanmu Xinghua almost died at the hands of Feng Lingyue.
Just when Jiang Shang was about to take action himself, Ye Ding from Zhenyi Sect also started to go down the mountain.
At that time, the atmosphere in the Jianghu was extremely tense. One of the True Sect and the Demonic Sect, one was good and the other was evil, representing almost half of the Yan River and Lake. Once a war broke out, it would definitely set off huge waves.
In the end, Jiang Shang still did not choose to take action. After all, there was a human emperor behind Zhenyi Sect. If the Demon Sect really wanted to go to war, the chance of winning was not great, but the Five Poison Sect was like a thorn deeply piercing into the hearts of all the Demon Sect members.
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Now more than thirty years have passed, and the Five Poison Sect has become the seven major sects that control the wind and rain in Dayan River and Lake, and Feng Lingyue has also stopped interfering in secular affairs after the Demon Sect withdrew from Dayan River and Lake.
In the eyes of many people in the world, Feng Lingyue has become a myth in the world and an insurmountable mountain.
A character who walks the line between good and evil, just like the Five Poison Sect, has mixed reviews in the world.
Some people say that the Five Poison Sect is a branch of the Demon Sect and is definitely a heretical sect. Others say that the Five Poison Sect's techniques are mysterious, profound, and majestic. Feng Lingyue is able to lead the Five Poisons out of the Demon Sect, and is also an extremely remarkable figure.
"meet again."
An Jing's face was as calm as water, but secretly his brows were slightly furrowed.
"Yes, we meet again."
Feng Lingyue breathed out gently.
He admired the ghost swordsman in front of him very much, and he didn't know why he could see a trace of himself in him.
The difference is that he was facing the Demon Sect at first, while he was facing the True Sect.
The black dragon slowly floated up, and An Jing stood at the same height as Feng Lingyue. "I didn't expect that such a big person as Ancestor Feng would be willing to be a pawn of the True One Sect."
"piece?"
Feng Lingyue shook her head, "Maybe, but how many people in this world can play chess? If you are not a chess player, you can only be manipulated and influenced by others when you are on the chessboard."
In this huge world, there are a few people who are real chess players. Even if they reach the level of master cultivation, can they do whatever they want and be lawless?
There are rules in this world. Feng Lingyue is already a mythical figure in the world, but she still cannot be the one who makes the rules.
"It really disappoints me."
An Jing laughed loudly, "I heard Old Man Lou said that when Old Ancestor Feng was young, he was a man who was not afraid of heaven or earth."
When Feng Lingyue heard this, she was silent for a while, and then said: "I am not afraid of Tianzong or Jiang Shang, but I have to be afraid of the Demon Sect's Demon Conferment Platform, and the thousands of disciples of the Five Poison Sect have to be afraid.
, under this general trend of rolling waves, the Five Poison Sects have to be afraid."
"The inheritance of the ancestors of the Five Poisons can be cut off in anyone's hands, but it cannot be cut off in the hands of me. This was my original promise to the ancestors of the Five Poisons."
Why doesn't he want to be a man who stands upright against heaven and earth, but a huge mountain from Wudu Sect is already pressing on his shoulders.
The general trend is the last resort.
It is just eight words, but it contains a tone of helplessness that others cannot understand unless they are in front of you.
How can he deal with such a huge demon sect?
Both the Demon Sect and the Zhenyi Sect have thousands of years of accumulation, but what about Feng Lingyue? How to resist these behemoths?
"I see."
An Jingcheng nodded and said softly: "Senior Qingfeng, since you are here, come out."
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Only the sound of wind reached my ears, and then a light figure fell down from a distance, with a head full of silvery hair, a rosy complexion, and eyes without any emotion.
This person is none other than Old Man Qingfeng, the old man from Dayan Jianghu, and he is also a top expert who has been famous for a long time.
"I heard that you are Lou Xiangzhen's grandson."
Old Man Qingfeng looked at An Jing and said in a deep voice: "Originally, I was unwilling to take action against you. Even if my ashes were raised, many people in the world would laugh at me secretly. However, Zhenyi taught me a benefit that I cannot refuse.
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An Jing laughed loudly, "Since you are going to kill someone, let's do it cleanly and neatly. There is no need to make excuses that only add to the joke."
Old Man Qingfeng took a deep breath and said, "I won't kill you, I will only capture you."
The Shinichi Sect made it clear that they wanted a living ghost swordsman.
An Jing's smile faded, and his expression suddenly became a little cold: "How is it different from death if you fall into the hands of the Zhenyi Cult?"
He has killed so many masters of the Zhenyi Sect, and the two parties have long had an indelible hatred. If he fell into the hands of the Zhenyi Sect, how could he end up with a good end?
The old man Qingfeng shook his head and didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He put his left hand behind his back and stretched out his right hand: "Come on, let me experience the style of the swordsman in this world. It will also be considered as your last dignity."
An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue and said: "Senior Feng also saw the power of Black Jiao. In this case, if Black Jiao doesn't take action, Senior Feng doesn't have to take action. How about it saves effort?"
Others don't know that the black dragon has no soul, but An Jing knows it very well.
If you were to fight against Old Man Qingfeng while also controlling the black dragon, you would inevitably be overwhelmed.
Feng Lingyue took a look at the black dragon. The fierce battle with the black dragon that day was still vivid in her mind. At that time, the black dragon was about to transform and showed great strength. Now that it has stabilized, its strength will definitely improve.
Anyway, his main purpose is to hold back the black dragon. Since it can save a lot of effort, why not do it?
"good."
Thinking of this, Feng Lingyue nodded slightly and said: "As long as this strange beast does not take action, Feng will not take action."
"Then let me experience the strength of a master."
An Jing looked at Old Man Qingfeng with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere between heaven and earth solidified, and a great pressure seemed to contain the wind.
An Jing's heart sank. This pressure was even stronger than when he fought against Puhui Bodhisattva.
Old Man Qingfeng is a Grandmaster. Although he has practiced for many years, he is still a Qi Grandmaster, and it is difficult to make any progress.
But compared to Universal Bodhisattva, his cultivation is deeper and more majestic like the sea.
We must know that Universal Bodhisattva belongs to the status of Bodhisattva in Buddhism. If he is promoted to the level of master, he will be weaker than ordinary masters at the same level.
Although An Jing's cultivation level was not high at that time, but he possessed the secret technique of transforming ghosts into humans and beasts, the Puhui Bodhisattva suffered heavy losses.
In the realm of the master, the body and mind are united, and the inner strength has long been transformed into Taotao Qi.
"bass!"
An Jing pulled out one of the sword blades of the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.
Lou Xiangzhen once favored Zhong Binru over An Jing. Why?
Because An Jing's sword is not pure enough, a swordsman's light and life often lie in the sword he holds in his hand.
Moreover, Lou Xiangzhen always felt that An Jing's swordsmanship was vast and had the aura to swallow up all things.
Although he seemed to be indifferent to the world on the surface, An Jing's heart wanted to devour the world.
It is not a good thing that the sword intention is too broad and cannot be controlled by human beings. It is ultimately a dream and unrealistic for ants to move mountains.
But can ants really move mountains one day?
That must be the greatest miracle in the world!
The wind suddenly picked up.
The petals passed over the treetops and fell to the ground, turning into the remnants of this spring.
An Jing's body jumped up, and the green sword light finally rose into the sky. The sword held three sword flowers in the air, like a snake spitting out its core, and pierced the middle of the eyebrows of the old man Qing Feng.
"What a fast sword."
Old man Qingfeng had a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then flicked his finger.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound sounded, and the sword of the Suppressing Evil Sword was directly deflected by a dark force, which made An Jing's arm feel sore.
boom!
An Jing's body swept out violently, and the evil-suppressing sword in his hand also showed a monstrous cold light.
The Suppressing Evil Sword is mottled and covered with traces of time. The blood on the sword is still flowing slowly, shining faintly in the sunlight.
Whoosh!
An Jing waved his arms, directly carrying the monstrous cold air, and rushed towards the old man Qingfeng, with a terrifying momentum!
Old Man Qingfeng looked at the terrifying An Jing with a calm expression, and turned around to avoid this sharp cold light.
"The blend of three flowers? Half-step master?"
Feng Lingyue raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw An Jing taking action.
I still remember that the last time I saw An Jing, his cultivation level was only at the smallpox level. He had reached the half-step master level in just a few days before his eyes.
Compared with the shackles of becoming a half-step master, it is not so easy to break through the smallpox realm to reach the half-step master.
Old Man Qingfeng's eyes also jumped, but although there was only one step between the master realm and the half-step master realm, the gap was huge.
A half-step master who is as strong as Lin Yiyang, a swordsman, can only lose when facing Puhui Bodhisattva.
Therefore, old man Qingfeng did not have a sense of crisis, but still had confidence in his heart.
An Jing's face looked solemn as never before. This was the first time he faced a master in his heyday.
call out!
As that rainbow of light shook the air, it penetrated from the void.
Nine-character sword formula! The secret of military characters!
An Jing held the Suppressing Evil Sword tightly, waved his sleeves and robes, and swung the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand again, delicately like an antelope hanging its horns, indescribably wonderful.
Several rays of sword light flew through the air, almost blocking all of Old Man Qingfeng's escape routes.
What a fast sword!
Old Man Qingfeng's eyes darkened, his true energy circulated, and he slapped it with his palm.
boom!
Several rays of sword light and the palm print collided violently in the air, and suddenly a ball of energy emerged from the center.
After probably taking dozens of steps back, An Jing regained his balance.
When Old Man Qingfeng saw this, he was a little surprised, but he was not dismayed. He had only used 50% of his strength just now. He believed that with 100% of his strength, he would definitely be able to kill An Jing.
Old Man Qingfeng's eyes were downcast as he said: "Those who want to be a half-step master to fight against the master's level are not uncommon throughout the ages, but there are only a few people. There is no one in the world who can do it, not even Lin Yiyang, the swordsman in white.
Can't do it."
"Then I'll just be one of those few people."
An Jing replied coldly, and then waved the Suppressing Evil Sword, and the dark sword wind blew into the air, and then merged into the air, as if it disappeared in an instant.
The sword light can disappear out of thin air?!
"What a weird swordsmanship."
Old man Qingfeng slapped his palm towards Anjing. The huge palm print directly turned into an emerald green sky, as if the sky had collapsed and rushed towards Anjing.
The power of the Grandmaster has been exerted to its extreme.
Boom!
Waves of infuriating energy surged everywhere, causing wrinkles in the air before his eyes, one after another, like overwhelming waves of air.
"So strong!"
An Jing flew backwards several feet away. There was indeed a chasm-like gap between the master and the half-step master. If An Jing hadn't tempered the perfect golden bone and continued to strengthen as his cultivation level increased, this might have happened.
One blow had already caused severe damage.
"This ghost swordsman is really amazing. No wonder he has become a serious problem for the Zhenyi Sect."
Don't you know that Old Man Qingfeng was even more surprised? After all, the other party's cultivation level was so different from his own, in terms of heaven and earth.
Shrinking to the ground, old man Qingfeng instantly came to the back of An Jing and slapped An Jing on the back of the head.
"not good."
An Jing felt the cold air rising suddenly, and quickly used the Fuyao Nine Heavens Movement Technique. His figure continuously dodged, and hurriedly avoided the hand of the old man Qing Feng.
But no matter how fast he is, how can he surpass Old Man Qingfeng?
Old Man Qingfeng's body shook again, and green light appeared on his palm.
Six unique misty rain palms! Soul-destroying!
Although Old Man Qingfeng's palm did not hit An Jing, the violent wind blew onto An Jing's body.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and An Jing was knocked backwards.
"The Grandmaster's strength is really terrifying. We must cast the Great Sun Tathagata Curse as soon as possible."
An Jing took a deep breath. If a swordsman couldn't even launch an attack, he basically had no chance of winning.
Thinking of this, Anjing activated the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.
"Buzz!" "Buzz!"
A golden light emerged from behind, and then turned into a golden wave, while An Jing standing in the center was like a golden sun.
Then a golden Buddha appeared behind him in a trance, with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered. He was magnificent, exuding great compassion and great wisdom. At the same time, Anjing's energy was rising steadily.
The Buddhist mantra seal method, blessing the body, is like gods and demons entering the body.
The internal energy is endless, like an endless flame that never goes out.
"Is this the Buddhist martial arts?"
When Old Man Qingfeng saw this, his heart skipped a beat.
"What an amazing martial arts."
Even though it was the second time that Feng Lingyue saw it, he still couldn't help but marvel in his heart. Even with his cultivation as a second-qi master, he found it mysterious and unbelievable.
It is simply unheard of that Buddhism has such a seal method.
There was a faint golden light in An Jing's eyes, and he looked calmly at the old man Qing Feng in front of him.
"It is said that if you resort to force, you will suffer your own losses, so why bother?"
The surging Qi, like a rolling wave, erupted in the body of Old Man Qingfeng at this moment, sweeping across the world. Even the air was vibrating with such powerful Qi.
Feeling the majestic energy erupting from Old Man Qingfeng's body, An Jing took a deep breath and his face became solemn.
An Jing stood quietly, holding the ancient evil-suppressing sword in his hand. The golden Buddha behind him carried supreme pressure, exuding a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
The corners of Old Qingfeng's mouth rose, and immediately he clenched his palms tightly.
boom!
Old Man Qingfeng exudes a green light all over his body, and with his feet on the ground, he is like a flying fairy from the sky, his momentum is continuous, surging and exciting.
An Jing looked at the powerful old man Qing Feng, and his eyes became serious. The strength of old man Qing Feng was definitely the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered.
Boom!
But when An Jing's body tensed up, the eyes of the old man Qing Feng burst out with surging fighting spirit. Without any hesitation, he stamped his foot, causing the earth to shake, and his body disappeared in a strange way. not see.
Buzz!
An Jing clenched the Suppressing Evil Sword fiercely, and as he waved his arm, powerful energy overflowed, carrying the power to destroy mountains.
And at the moment when the Anjing Town Evil Sword slashed away, in the originally empty void, the figure of the Immortal Lord Qingfeng suddenly appeared and slapped him with a palm.
Boom!
The blade of the Suppressing Evil Sword directly hit the palm print of the Immortal Lord Qingfeng, and they collided fiercely like meteorites streaking across the sky.
The impact of ripples visible to the naked eye exploded almost instantly, and the air continued to buzz and tremble.
The terrifying counter-shock force came like a tsunami, causing An Jing's body to shake violently, and then shot backwards several feet away.
An Jing stabilized his body and threw the evil-suppressing sword in his hand. Then the evil-suppressing sword seemed to appear as a phantom and began to divide into two evil-suppressing swords.
Ripples appeared around the two evil-suppressing swords, and then they transformed into two giant swords.
Two giant swords appeared across the sky. This scene was really wonderful.
An Jing's body stood between heaven and earth, with the golden Buddha shining behind him. His eyes suddenly lit up, violent energy surged up, and the two evil-suppressing swords slid down like meteors.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Two meteor-like sword lights passed by, and wherever they passed, the air seemed to burst.
"What a strong swordsmanship, what a strong swordsmanship!"
A glint appeared in the eyes of the old man Qing Feng, and he took a breath of cold air. Then he suppressed the shock in his heart, and all his energy gathered on his fist strength.
Six unique mist and rain palms! Torrential destruction!
Old Man Qingfeng's body penetrates the heaven and earth, his whole body exudes cyan brilliance, and his hands are like glazed jade, which seems to contain the power that shakes the world.
In the blink of an eye, he slapped his hand forward fiercely.
That streak of glazed light rushed out, as if it had turned into a blue glazed mountain.
The sword light surged and shook the mountains and rivers.
The moment the two collided, the air began to overflow crazily, and then the roaring sound was even more deafening. The air waves flew away, and the surrounding trees were shattered and turned into pieces of dust.
"Tap tap tap tap..."
An Jing stepped back continuously, his face was a little pale, and the internal energy in his body was a little disordered.
The Six Ultimate Misty Rain Palm was not just as simple as it appeared on the surface. The terrifying impact seemed gentle, but in fact it was extremely overbearing, causing the Dantian to surge.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
The old man Qingfeng also retreated, with a trace of solemnity in his eyebrows, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down his palm and fell to the ground.
Feng Lingyue frowned, the ghost swordsman was able to force the old man Qing Feng to be injured.
If you can fight a master with a half-step master, and be able to injure a master master, you can be considered the best half-step master in the world.
Lin Yiyang severely wounded Puhui Bodhisattva at the beginning, but Puhui Bodhisattva had only become a master not long ago, and he didn't even return to his position.
And Old Man Qingfeng is a genuine Yiqi Grandmaster.
"Next, I won't give you even a second chance."
Old Man Qingfeng looked at the golden light behind An Jing, and his eyes became colder and colder.
boom!
Suddenly, a surging infuriating energy swept from Old Man Qingfeng's body, like violent waves, rushing towards the distance.
An Jing suddenly felt a huge pressure, coming towards him like a mountain, and at the same time, the internal energy in his body surged away.
Bang bang bang bang!
The entire dense forest was like the collision of two huge waves, making violent noises and forming clusters of qi waves that spread towards the surroundings.
"You are just a one-qi master."
The shocking sword light in An Jing's hand has spread crazily, and the surrounding air is billowing away, surging away into the distance.
The cold breath seemed to tear the air apart. Even Feng Lingyue, who was far away, felt a cold light invade her whole body, feeling cold from head to toe.
"Is his swordsmanship getting stronger?"
When Feng Lingyue saw this, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Throughout the ages, swordsmen have been adhering to killing. Any top swordsman's sword will be full of corpses and blood will flow like a sea. Only constant victory can cultivate a swordsman's tough heart.
Keep moving forward!
As long as the sword is out, I feel like I will win!
This is the powerful and outstanding belief of a swordsman!
Lou Xiangzhen was defeated by the Sword God and had been decadent for decades, but this spirit dissipated. This was also what worried Lou Xiangzhen when An Jing and Tianjian were fighting.
Why did Cui Daoxian lose to Qiu Wanxia in Tianjian? On the one hand, Qiu Wanxia's swordsmanship was extremely high, but Cui Daoxian was careless. On the other hand, Cui Daoxian's spirit had been broken by An Jing, and his sword power was a bit less sharp.
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Today, a half-step master faced off against a first-qi master. In the eyes of the world, there was almost no chance of victory. Under such adverse circumstances, An Jing's indomitable confidence was inspired, and his swordsmanship continued to grow.
The vast and vast sword intention is also constantly solidifying.
If he wins today, An Jing's body will gather a mysterious and mysterious trend.
When Old Man Qingfeng saw An Jing slashing at him with his sword, he secretly thought, "What a sharp sword move."
But in an instant, he quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, and the handprint on his palm changed, and the surrounding internal energy suddenly became surging, and the cyan light gathered towards the palm of old man Qingfeng bit by bit.
Then Old Man Qingfeng slapped his palm forward, shaking the sky.
boom!
The two exchanged moves again, and then their figures crossed again.
Old Man Qingfeng stretched out his fingers, and his attack was like a tidal wave, continuous.
boom!
A palm shot out, filled with frightening cyan light.
An Jing's body trembled when he saw the cyan palm force coming, and then disappeared into the world.
Old man Qing Feng looked extremely indifferent. After hitting the air with his palm, a long green knife suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed towards the back.
Sonorous!
An almost explosive sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and then the metal storm spread crazily towards the distance.
An Jing was behind old man Qing Feng without knowing it.
Under the heavy collision of the two swords, An Jing felt his arms go numb, and his body subconsciously retreated backwards.
boom!
After the old man Qingfeng exchanged a blow, there seemed to be no difference at all, and he struck towards Anjing with one palm.
An Jing retreated towards the rear, his momentum was very unstable, his steps retreated into the distance, and this palm struck with the force of killing everyone.
Buzz! Buzz!
The Suppressing Evil Sword erupted with a soft groaning sound, as if it transformed into countless sword shadows and rushed forward.
Bang bang bang!
Countless sword shadows were directly shattered by the cyan palm force, and the remaining force rushed towards him, almost tearing him apart.
Tap tap tap tap!
An Jing's footsteps retreated backwards, and terrifying sounds of explosions erupted from beneath his feet.
"Gurgling~"
After being knocked back by this palm, An Jing suddenly felt the energy and blood surging all over his body, and he almost had a mouthful of strong blood in his mouth.
An Jing resisted the pain in his internal organs, and his internal energy surged wildly, converging on the Suppressing Evil Sword.
The next moment, streams of starry light appeared in the sky and earth, hanging upside down behind An Jing.
Guiyi Sword Technique! Sword Drawing Technique!
The evil-suppressing sword in An Jing's hand was like a dazzling galaxy, bursting out with a dazzling light that almost illuminated the entire world.
The sword light and thunder moved like a river of stars.
Buzz! Buzz!
The sword light shuttled through the sky and the earth, running towards Old Man Qingfeng.
Old man Qingfeng had deep eyes and stepped forward.
The Six Ultimate Palms of Misty Rain! Devour the Earth!
In an instant, a power that could tear the world apart swept through, and a power that was terrifying and unstoppable swept through.
"Is Old Man Qingfeng going to fight tooth and nail to deal with the Ghost Swordsman?" Feng Lingyue couldn't help but sigh when she saw this.
The Six Ultimate Palms of Misty Rain!
Although it is a true martial arts level, the power of the last two moves is not weaker than the Tianwu level palm skills. It is also the unique skill of the old man Qing Feng, which cannot be used in ordinary sparring.
It will only be used when desperate.
This shows that the ghost swordsman in front of him, who is half a master, has pushed the old man Qingfeng to this point.
The palm power that shook the world came and changed the world. An Jing was like a mayfly under the terrifying momentum.
boom!
The sword shadow that was like a galaxy collided with the palm power that shook the mountains and rivers, and suddenly the wave of energy that was like a vast ocean billowed up, reaching a height of several feet.
Boom boom boom boom!
The aftermath of the qi wave was even more terrifying than the confrontation between the two. An Jing was directly overwhelmed by the oncoming qi.
"Wow!"
The wave of energy hit An Jing's body. An Jing felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and a blood arrow sprayed out.
Then his body was like a withered leaf in the wind, swaying in mid-air. The golden Buddha behind him also dimmed in light, becoming like a shadow, as if it would disappear at any time.
Old man Qingfeng did not feel as good as he had imagined. Qi and blood surged in his body, and his face turned very pale.
According to common sense, the ghost swordsman at this moment has exhausted his resources and is doomed to defeat, but the momentum of the ghost swordsman seems to have not dissipated yet.
The two looked at each other, and the world was silent, except for the roar of the wind.
"I still have one last sword."
An Jing's voice was a little calm, and he looked at the sword body of the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, "Today, I invite the Grandmaster to test the sword!"
Today, I invite the Grandmaster to test the sword!
As An Jing finished speaking, he heard the sound of sword chants filling the sky. The crisp sound was so strange that his heart resonated.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Two evil-suppressing swords flew out, and the sky was filled with sword energy. A world of sword energy was formed in a radius of one mile.
Unparalleled sharpness, chilling the soul.
The next moment, sword energy filled the sky and came across the sky, as if it had turned into a heavy rain.
Densely packed, it occupies the entire sky above our heads.
The Hundred Steps Flying Sword combines sword techniques with swordsmanship, leaving the ancients with the fierce sword energy in the vast world.
Old Man Qingfeng frowned suddenly, all the energy in his body surged forward, and all the cyan light converged into his palm.
"This aura is too strong, not enough..."
Old Man Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he was consuming the essence and blood in his body. He must make himself invincible without making any mistakes.
For a moment, strong winds blew, gravel flew, and the surrounding vegetation was uprooted.
The Six Ultimate Palms of Mist and Rain! Swallow the Sky!
Old Man Qingfeng's lips opened and his eyes turned blood red. As his hand fell, a huge green palm print appeared in the sky, like a mountain falling heavily.
The violent wind howled and filled the dense forest for miles around.
Boom!
At that moment, it was as if the heaven and earth were shaking, and billowing waves were set off throughout the dense forest. Even the vibrations were transmitted out of the forest, causing countless qi waves to erupt above the official road.
How terrifying a confrontation is this?!
The strong wind tore apart, and the sword energy roared.
Feng Lingyue held her breath, with a hint of solemnity in her eyes.
Boom! Boom!
This is An Jing's most powerful blow, and it is also his current peak strike!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
As if the world was about to explode, the strong wind and sword energy were intertwined, and together they met the palm prints falling from the sky.
Shocking! Absolutely wonderful!
The sword energy was gradually crushed and crushed by the palm prints, and then continued to disappear.
Seeing this scene, Feng Lingyue exhaled slightly, feeling a little complicated in her heart.
Old man Qingfeng's face also showed a hint of joy.
He never thought that he would be happy to defeat a half-step master.
Click!
It was at this time that the air flowed wildly, rushing in all directions and turning into rolling waves, turning everything in its path into powder.
In just the blink of an eye, the entire jungle was in a state of chaos and devastation.
As the energy continued to dissipate, two figures emerged from the smoke and dust ahead.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Old man Qing Feng stood upright, his torn robes rustling with the strong wind, and his expression showed relief.
An Jing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his body was half-kneeling on the ground. Blood continued to flow from his mouth. The Suppressing Evil Sword was inserted into the ground to support his body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
The golden Buddha behind it had long since disappeared without a trace, and with it came the powerful sequelae.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."
An Jing coughed lightly. Not only did blood flow out of his mouth, his brain felt dizzy, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"You lost." Old Man Qingfeng took a deep breath and said.
"Yeah?"
An Jing slowly raised his head, looking at the old man Qing Feng in front of him with a pair of dark eyes, with a forced smile on his lips.
When Old Man Qingfeng saw An Jing's smile, his brows twisted into the character "Chuan", and suddenly his expression suddenly changed.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Regular sounds came one after another.
Old Man Qingfeng covered his heart in horror. At this moment, he felt nothing. He only knew that his heart was beating crazily, completely out of his control.
The blood all over the body begins to flow rapidly with the beating of the heart.
Boo!
The next moment, his body knelt directly on the ground.
"me..."
Old Man Qingfeng tightly covered his heart, lay on the ground, and tried his best to lift his palms upward, but the harder he tried, the harder his heart beat.
He wanted to speak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"This is......"
Feng Lingyue looked horrified when she saw this. What on earth happened?
Old man Qingfeng felt that his heart had turned into a marching drum, beating continuously, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth.
His facial features became ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his palms seemed to be reaching out to An Jing.
"you you......"
In the end, he still didn't raise his arm, and he spurted out countless amounts of blood from his mouth forward. The blood spurted so high that it seemed as if all the blood in his body had been sprayed out.
"thump!"
Old man Qingfeng fell heavily to the ground.
"Ancestor Feng, you will keep your promise."
An Jing looked at Feng Ling Yuedan.
"certainly......"
It took a long while before Feng Lingyue came back to her senses from her stunned expression.
"Okay, then I'll say goodbye."
An Jing controlled the black dragon to come to him, and then staggered onto the black dragon's back.
"Roar!"
The black dragon roared and walked away.
Only a black afterimage was seen, and the black dragon disappeared in front of Feng Lingyue in an instant.