Feng's attacks were naturally very skillful, but it was a pity that he met Ziqin instead.
And it was Ziqin in his heyday.
Seeing Ziqin's body hovering in the air like a bird, and then his fist struck his face in an incredible arc, but Feng was unable to take any countermeasures.
From Feng starting to attack, to Ziqin fighting back, to Feng being knocked away, it only took the blink of an eye, and only then did Yun Que react.
It's just that Ziqin's people are already standing on the top of the mountain.
He stood there quietly, like a long sword unsheathed.
Coming all the way from Dali, there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but Xingxiuhai and his party made him proud of his spiritual breakthrough. His state of mind had already reached the current stage of perfection, but thanks to this breakthrough, his mind became clear.
, the whole person is in an extremely refreshing state.
Part of Ziqin's martial arts comes from the world of ancient heroes, so how much power he can exert depends on his state of mind. At this time, Ziqin's state of mind was already at its peak.
The world of ancient heroes has no realm. Sometimes a top master may be just a worm, just like Yan Shisan who had no reputation in the world for more than thirty years in the past thirty years, but sometimes he may be a god, just like Yan Shisan.
He found his own way of swordsmanship and knew what he was working hard for, so the fifteen swords came out, and Yan Shisan became an unstoppable existence.
At this time, Ziqin has not yet found his own way, but his mind has become clear. In the main world, he still has the Zhuge family in his heart, and there are still too many things. But in this world of famous people, he has understood something
The truth is, he is just a gangster.
People in the world can have conspiracies, but in the final analysis, force is the most important. If Jin Jiuling's martial arts is so high that he ignores everything, then Lu Xiaofeng will be a hundred times smarter and there is no way he can do anything to Jin Jiuling. If Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is even stronger,
Times, what if the usurpation of the throne is discovered by others?
Zi Qin no longer cares about battlefield tasks or not, all he cares about is Lu Guanying.
This is his disciple in the world of the Condor Shooting, and this is also the leader of the Ming Cult whom he has appointed. This world is originally respected by force. If someone has used force to change his decision at this time, then the only thing he has to do is to use force again.
Change it back.
Ziqin had this confidence. In fact, Ziqin felt better than ever at this moment. He felt that his whole body's energy and spirit had reached an unprecedented state.
Ziqin landed. There was still silence on the top of the mountain. Only the voices of those Mingjiao disciples, like chanting mantras, echoed.
Ziqin frowned slightly. He didn't like the current situation. These Mingjiao disciples should all know him, but now no one got up and was rude to him. It seemed like he was just an outsider.
This feeling is very bad.
Ziqin felt bad, but there was another person who felt even worse. This person was Feng who was knocked away by Ziqin. Since leaving Persia, the four of them have been acting arrogantly, traveling from Persia to Tianzhu and then to the Western Regions.
Going to Tianshan, they also met many so-called masters along the way, but no one was a match for any of the four of them.
This made the arrogance in the hearts of the four people soar to the sky, so they disobeyed the Persian commander's order that they only contact the Central Plains Mingjiao, and instead occupied the Central Plains Mingjiao.
In Persian Fengyun Leiden, although they are the four ambassadors, they are just messengers. There are several people above them with higher status than them.
But in the Central Plains, they have already controlled the Saint. Once the Saint is used as a puppet and promoted to the position of leader, then the four of them will be the Supreme Emperor of the Central Plains Mingjiao.
For a person with such a desire for revenge, it is such an insult to be knocked away randomly. What's more, the person who knocked him away didn't attack immediately, and didn't seem to regard it as a dish at all.
Such slighting made Feng feel so bloated that he almost burst out of anger.
He roared and jumped up from the ground, rushing towards Ziqin without thinking.
Feng's martial arts is indeed good. There are only five martial arts left in the Central Plains martial arts wandering around the world. During the time when the descendants and inheritance of those legends disappeared from the world more than a hundred years ago, there is probably no one in the entire Central Plains martial arts who can stop Feng.
However, it's the same sentence. Feng unfortunately met Ziqin, who shouldn't have appeared here at all.
Feng's fist had already been punched out. It was about to collide with Ziqin's fist. Feng was confident that he could shatter all Ziqin's fist bones with just one blow.
However, at this moment, Ziqin's fist suddenly disappeared and somehow appeared on Feng's chin.
With a soaring punch, Feng's figure took off again.
Ziqin's punch didn't look like a peerless master at all. He looked like someone who had practiced martial arts for a few days bullying ordinary people.
However, Yun's eyebrows were deeply furrowed. He seemed to have thought of something, and in a flash he stopped Feng, who was getting up again and wanted to rush over to find Ziqin desperately.
"He used the martial arts from the Holy Fire Order."
Yun spoke close to Feng's ear. What he said was originally in Persian, and he didn't have to worry about whether Ziqin could hear it. However, Ziqin's crushing defeat by Feng made Yun subconsciously fear Ziqin, and he spoke subconsciously.
They chose the secretive method of Persian, and spoke close to Feng’s ear.
The wind immediately calmed down after saying this.
The four of them accompanied the Saint to the Central Plains. Although it was to contact the Central Plains Ming Cult, in the final analysis, it was for the Holy Fire Order, or for the martial arts and the Great Shift of the Universe.
It turns out that at this time, the Persian Ming Cult was on the verge of annihilation because it had lost the origins of the Great Shift of the Universe and most of its secret knowledge. At this time, the power of the Zoroastrian Cult was greatly increasing. It was not long before Persia would only have the Zoroastrian Cult and not the Zoroastrian Cult.
The existence of Manichaeism.
However, this current leader only sent four envoys to escort the Holy Lady to the Central Plains Ming Cult, hoping to recover the great shift of the universe that the Persian General Helm had no longer existed, and the supreme secret engraved on the Holy Fire Order.
Fengyun Leiden was originally ambitious, but had already forgotten this mission. Only when he saw Ziqin performing the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order did he remember it again.
"We are originally the envoys of the Persian Ming Cult, but we don't know if you are the current leader of the Central Plains Ming Cult."
Feng Yanzi blinked slightly and looked at Ziqin, but he was not a reckless man. How could someone who could actually become a messenger be a reckless man? However, the thought of being invincible along the way made these four people feel a little arrogant.
Heart.
At this moment, when he calmed down, the wind immediately returned to the wind of Persia, which was one of the four ambassadors of the Ming Cult.
However, although Feng had calmed down, how could Ziqin still tolerate their presence.
The Central Plains Mingjiao has been Ziqin's forbidden possession since Ziqin received the battlefield mission. How could he allow others to get involved? What's more, Ziqin was at his peak at this moment and had the strongest murderous intention.
The figure suddenly flashed, and Ziqin had appeared beside Feng. The black steel sword in his hand had been unsheathed, and it was still at an incredible angle. It was still an incredible technique.
Feng's eyes widened, but he couldn't see clearly how Ziqin's sword pierced his heart.
With the long sword drawn away from Feng's heart, Ziqin had already attacked Yun. At this time, Ziqin seemed to understand why Ximen and Ye Gucheng in the ancient world of heroes would kill people with their swords.
Sometimes when you push a skill to its limit, you really need a little something to embellish it, such as blood.
When Ziqin's sword was pulled away from Yun Xin's mouth, the latter still had a look of disbelief. The four of them knew the Holy Fire Order martial arts best in the Persian Ming Cult, because the remaining Holy Fire Order martial arts of the Persian Ming Cult belonged to the four of them.
The family has protected it from generation to generation.
Yun thought that he could avoid Ziqin's sword, or even escape at worst. But he didn't expect that Ziqin's sword had just been raised, but it had already pierced his heart.
This is definitely not the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order. Although it looks similar, the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order are certainly not as powerful.
Yun wanted to shout these words out, but he had no chance.
In the main hall, Leiden and the Holy Lady had another encounter. Originally, the three of them squeezed into the main hall with force. The envoys of the Zhongyuan Mingjiao outside the door almost tried their best to stop them. But for some reason, they finally allowed the three to enter.
.
But it wasn't until the three of them entered the hall that they discovered that there was actually a person standing in the hall.
A man with white beard and hair, but he looks to be no more than thirty years old.
Lei Ding's eyes narrowed, and they squinted at this man. Like Feng Yun, their invincibility all the way from Persia made them arrogant. They thought that unless those Zoroastrian madmen from Persia came after them, there should be no one in the Central Plains who could be like them.
opponent.
Therefore, even if there was a person in the hall, they did not care. Instead, they thought it would be better to have a person in charge, so that as long as they subdued this person, they would be able to conquer the Central Plains Mingjiao.
"Boy, you are the current leader of the Central Plains Mingjiao. I can't tell that you are very afraid of death at such a young age. Your followers outside are already preparing for martyrdom, but you are taking your time here."
Lei roared loudly, and the entire hall seemed to tremble with his shout.
This was the result of Lei's powerful inner strength. They did not pay attention to the man in the hall, but they wanted to use this method to scare and tease the man.
However, amidst Lei's roar, the man stood there quietly like a statue. Not to mention being frightened by Lei's violent aura, the man's beard and hair did not flutter at all.
This time, Lei and Lightning was frightened instead of frightening. The four of them knew each other very well, but Lightning also understood how powerful Lei's roar was. In group battles, Thunder's roar could often scare most of the enemy's warriors.
At this time, this man with white hair and white beard showed no emotion at all.
If this man is not a cage, he must be a master of extremely high martial arts.
However, thunder's roar can produce real shock waves in this kind of hall. Even masonry houses will be shaken, but this man does not move at all. Obviously, there is only the latter option. This man is a master.
At this thought, Raiden's expressions became serious. The two of them pulled the saint behind them and stood side by side opposite the man.
"I am not the leader of the Central Plains Ming Cult, and I am probably old enough to be your grandfather. As for those people outside, there is no need to be martyred, because they are still of some use to me, so they will not die, but you,
It’s almost making me angry, and I’m afraid I’m not far from death.”
The man suddenly spoke. His voice was neither high nor generous, but somehow it made Lei Ding feel as if every word of this man was God's will.
With these words, the man's figure slowly grew taller in Lei Dian's eyes. In a daze, Lei Dian felt that this man was the only one respected in all directions, and they were just two poor little ants.
"Illusion."
Thunder and lightning suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the two of them jumped back in embarrassment. Even the saint couldn't care less and was already running towards the door of the hall.
The man sighed slightly and suddenly took a step forward.
With just one step, the man was already blocking the door of the hall. Leiden was rushing towards the door of the hall with all his strength, but when he was about three feet away from the man, he seemed to be hit by an invisible spring. The two of them rushed over at a much faster speed.
He bounced back faster and fell to the ground in the hall in a panic.
On the top of the mountain, Ziqin killed Yun with a sword, and a huge roar suddenly came from the hall. Suddenly, Ziqin's whole body tensed like a spring. He could feel a terrifying aura emerging from the hall.
This was the first time Ziqin encountered such a terrifying aura since coming to the world of the Condor Shooting. The aura of the old eunuch in the palace was strong, but only strong. Ziqin was confident that if the old eunuch did not have so many young eunuchs following him, he would
You can now kill the old eunuch instantly.
In Dali, the aura of the monk in white clothes and snow was vague. But Ziqin was also sure that in a real fight, that man would definitely not be his opponent now.
But Ziqin only felt terrified by the aura in the hall. He had no confidence in defeating the owner of the aura in the hall.
If you have to compare, the man in the hall is like Shangguan Jinhong, the invincible Shangguan Jinhong. But he is definitely not Li Xunhuan, he is just A Fei at most.
The black steel sword had been sheathed, but Ziqin walked towards the main hall step by step.
There was a terrifying aura in the hall. If Ziqin had a choice, he would never want to face such an opponent. However, at this moment, Ziqin's energy and spirit were at their peak, and he could never be defeated in this state.
A defeat will leave a mental flaw that can never be repaired, and you will be unable to pursue martial arts for the rest of your life.
In the main hall, the man with white hair and white beard stood there quietly. He only stopped Lei Ding from leaving, but did not kill Lei Ding. Likewise, he did not embarrass the saint.
He just stood there quietly, and then, pulled by some force, he turned around, and then his eyes met Ziqin's.
"My surname is Li, and I live in Lingjiu Palace in Tianshan Mountain."
The white-haired and white-bearded man spoke first and introduced himself. His tone and attitude were compared to those of Thunder and Lightning. However, the aura of the man was still strong, with a self-centered attitude.
breath.
Ziqin looked at the man with white hair and white beard, and suddenly laughed, a very relaxed smile. When this smile appeared, the man with white hair and white beard became even more powerful.
The saint standing on the side couldn't help but knelt down, and Lei Ding, who was lying on the ground and groaning, had tremblingly hit his head on the ground, looking extremely painful.
"Bahuang** I am the only master of martial arts, but it's a pity that you haven't mastered it yet."
Ziqin spoke calmly amidst laughter. The white-haired and white-bearded man's face turned slightly to one side, but the aura on his body had dissipated.
"I didn't expect that a set of basic internal skills could be trained to the current state by you. Unfortunately, this is the highest state. Even if you join the advanced Taoist instructor's Qi method, the improvement will be limited."
The man also uttered a word, and Ziqin's expression changed slightly.
No one knows how many internal skills the Xiaoyao Sect has, because the Xiaoyao Sect has all the martial arts in the world, but there are only three internal skills that are slightly famous and unique to the Xiaoyao sect, Wuxiang Gong, Beiming Shengong, and Bahuang ** I'm the Only One
achievement.
Ziqin had also thought about the advantages and disadvantages of the three internal powers earlier, and it was obvious that a little phaseless power was definitely not as good as the latter two.
However, Ziqin never thought that Wuxiang Kung Fu would be an entry-level internal skill.
Ziqin did not doubt the words of the white-haired and white-bearded man. At their level, there was no need to tell such lies to deceive others, because their state of mind was already perfect, and no matter what kind of words they said, it was impossible to shake their state of mind.
"With no form as the foundation, the North and the Ming Dynasty gather their strength, and all the rivers and seas can be embraced, then you can dominate. Do you understand what I mean?"
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the white-bearded and white-haired man's mouth. Without waiting for Ziqin's reply, he continued to speak, "The Wuxiang Gong is just the foundation-building internal skill of our sect. It is used to cleanse the body. After the Wuxiang Gong is completed, the body will also reach a corresponding level.
At a peak, you can practice Beiming Divine Skill at this time. You must first dissolve all the internal energy of the Phaseless Skill, and then because there is nothing, you can absorb the internal energy of anyone in the world. By the time Beiming reaches the peak, the internal energy has penetrated the heavens and the earth, and
It will automatically transform into the inner energy of Beiming that integrates the inner strength of the world. At this time, you can practice the Eight Desolations ** Self-respecting Skill. At this time, you are basically invincible in the world. If you practice the Eight Desolations** Only Self-respecting Skill, you will be able to live again.
It won't be a problem for hundreds of years, and then the world will naturally respect you."
The white-haired and white-bearded man's words were very indifferent, but Ziqin's heart suddenly turned into a huge wave. He had read the original Tianlong and naturally remembered the characteristics of several martial arts mentioned by the man. Although he didn't know whether the man's words were exaggerated, but
Judging from the original work alone, it seems that these martial arts can really be connected in this way.
Xiaoyao Sect, Murong Longcheng, the face of the old monk from the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple appeared in Ziqin's mind, and then he was horrified. According to the words of the man in front of him, Murong Longcheng obviously shouldn't look like that.
After all, Murong was only over 200 years old. As the founder of Xiaoyao Sect, he was naturally good at all martial arts and at the level of Dacheng. Why did he become a sweeping monk?
"Are you willing to be my disciple and become the next leader of Xiaoyao Sect?"
When Ziqin was feeling dizzy, the man with white hair and white beard spoke again, but these words shocked Ziqin severely.
