When the battle started, it became much quieter in front of the Qingke Jianchi Mountain Gate. I saw in front of the mountain gate outside the stone steps, the exploding sword energy splashed out in all directions. Wherever the sword energy hit, the void shattered, and the earth and stone were shattered.
Splash, the not-so-flat ground was shot out by the sword energy into sword pits as big as bull's-eyes. Once the sword energy was swept away, basically nothing was left behind.
bite!
when!
Rapid and intensive sounds of gold and iron clashed one after another. In the blink of an eye, Feng Jueyu and Ling Buer fought seventeen or eight swords. Their swords were aimed at the vital points of both sides. Every sword strike was a thrilling blow.
A feeling of suffocation.
Not far away, Wu Honglian, who had retreated to her daughter's side, stared at Feng Jueyu who was holding a heavy sword and making moves smoothly. Gradually, his face was enveloped in surprise, and he murmured to himself: "I didn't expect Mr. Feng's move.
The level of cultivation is so high!"
"Mom, who is he? Wasn't he introduced by Aunt Yu? Why are you helping us?" Wu Chanyao suffered a loss from Ling Bu'er before. Even a piece of Shenwu Immortal Copper could not defeat Ling Bu'er.
Well, she was hating her to the core, but suddenly a helper appeared. She also felt a little guilty for Feng Jueyu's rudeness before.
But she just felt a little guilty, and she was still very resistant to Feng Jueyu's identity.
Naturally, Wu Honglian would not easily tell Feng Jueyu that he came here with a request. After all, he came to her aid and relieved the mother and daughter of their temporary worries.
Wu Honglian said: "This person only has a relationship with your Aunt Yu. He is here for his own business. He is not sent by your Aunt Yu to target my mother. Yao'er must remember not to be rude to Mr. Feng again.
"
"He helped us, so Yao'er will not be rude to him, but this man's swordsmanship is very powerful. What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"My mother can't tell." Wu Honglian shook her head, her whole body trembled suddenly, and she suddenly bent over and knelt on the ground. Then she looked at Wu Honglian, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead and hair, and her face was covered with pain.
look.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Chanyao and Zhuxi squatted down one after another, supporting Wu Honglian on the left and right.
"Madam, are you again..."
"Zhu Xi, help me protect the law, I'm in trouble now..." Wu Honglian interrupted Zhu Xi in time and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground.
At this time, Elder Changjun came over. Seeing the pain on Wu Honglian's face, he glanced at Wu Honglian with doubts and said, "Madam, are you okay?"
"Changjun, there's no need to pretend to be a good guy here. What did you do just now?" Wu Chanyao was very angry because Changjun ignored her just now.
But Chang Jun didn't take it seriously and said: "Madam's health is not good. I have clearly advised Madam not to get angry and harm her body, but Madam just doesn't listen. Miss, for your sake, could you let Madam put one hundred thousand disciples in the Qing Palace into shock?"
Don't you care? What is Ling Buer's identity and how can I, the Jingqing Palace, resist it? Miss, if you are really doing it for the sake of my wife, you should give up yourself and help everyone."
Wu Chanyao was speechless by Chang Jun's words, as if this lecture was her fault.
When the bamboo breath came to an end, he said angrily: "Changjun, you are afraid of death. Why are you coercing the young lady? If it were your daughter, would you watch her fall into the hands of that thief?"
"It's a pity that I don't have a daughter. If I had one, why not? Ling Buer was born in a noble family, and the Haoyuan Ling family is so powerful that there are only advantages and no disadvantages in becoming a member of the Ling family." Chang Jun said sternly, not at all.
I feel like I'm at fault.
"Bastard, if I want to marry you, my aunt won't care." Wu Chanyao scolded angrily.
Changjun didn't take it seriously at all, pointed at Wu Chanyao and said: "Madam, look at how much you have pampered her. She has no respect for her elders. She will kill everyone sooner or later."
For some reason, Wu Honglian was suffering so much at this time that she could hardly open her eyelids. She said with a weak breath: "Elder Changjun, there is no need to say any more. The mistake was committed by me alone and has nothing to do with Jingqing Palace. I now announce that Jingqing Palace will
The position of palace master is passed on to you, and I will withdraw. Everything from now on will have nothing to do with Jingqing Palace."
"Madam, you can't do that." Upon hearing this, Zhu Xi was so frightened that he quickly fell to his knees.
Chang Jun's eyes lit up, and he said angrily: "The master of the palace is so considerate to the disciples, it makes me ashamed, but if Madam is so persistent, I will not refuse. Madam, please rest assured, we will make Jingqing Palace flourish."
of."
Changjun said, completely ignoring Wu Chanyao, and said with a resentful look: "However, I still want to advise Madam, if you use a mantis' arm as a chariot, you will only bring about your own destruction, although this fellow Taoist temporarily looks different from Ling Buer.
Up and down, but madam, don’t forget that Ling Buer is from the Ling family. He once only had one or two magical powers and one magic weapon. He couldn’t win this fight. He was just delaying it for madam.
It's only for a while, if Madam understands the truth, it's not too late to leave now."
Chang Jun was extremely proud of having secured the position of Lord of Jingqing Palace without even a single blow.
The Wu family's mother and daughter and Zhu Xi were so angry at Changjun's shamelessness that they didn't know how to refute it. Wu Chanyao stared at Changjun and said: "Old man, we are not like you, repaying kindness with enmity, and are as timid as rats. Since we
We have already exited the Jingqing Palace, you have no control over what we do."
"Well, since the young lady is stubborn, I won't say anything. The three of you can take matters into your own hands." Changjun sighed falsely, shook his head and stopped talking. When he turned his head, the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised, revealing
A look of pride.
"This Ling Buer came at the right time. I didn't expect that a bitch like Wu Honglian could give up the position of the master of Jingqing Palace. Yes, Ling Buer had better kill both mother and daughter. In this way, Wu Honglian's
The treasures are all mine."
Chang Jun had long wanted to bring trouble to Xiao Qiang, but he never expected that the position of palace master would come so easily, all thanks to Ling Buer. Of course, his current ambitions are not just that, after getting Wu Honglian's
After giving up the throne, he actually thought about how to encourage Ling Buer to kill the Wu family's mother and daughter later.
He wanted to get rid of the root. He didn't want to wait until Ling Buer left before confronting Wu Honglian. Moreover, Changjun was very confident in himself. Ling Buer acted perversely and viciously, and the woman he was in love with could be killed directly after using it.
Let alone Wu Chanyao who stubbornly resisted.
The thought flashed through his mind and Chang Jun felt proud, but when he turned his eyes to the scene of the battle, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In the open space of the Qingke Sword Pond, Feng Jueyu fell from the sky and faced the Bixia Sword, the force of the sword was as powerful as the tide.
After Bai Jiang watched the tide and practiced swordsmanship, Feng Jueyu became more aware of the connection between swordsmanship and magical powers. Although every move he made was not a powerful magical power, under the blessing of the source, there would always be surprising effects. Moreover, Feng Jueyu
Yu's skills are not bad to begin with. Even if he has not realized the magical power of swordsmanship, his cultivation is still there. In addition, Feng Jueyu is proficient in formations and full of confidence. Even if he can't compete with swordsmanship, he will not be completely defeated. Therefore, from a psychological aspect
, he occupies a great advantage.
If you are fearless, you have nothing to fear and you can give it a try.
In this way, Feng Jueyu didn't care how divine Ling Buer's swordsmanship was. Once the Sky Falling Sword came out, it was like the water of the river flowing endlessly, and the offensive was continuous and indomitable.
His True Martial Saint body has reached the state of great achievement. The True Saint has passed through the catastrophe of heaven. His physical defense is comparable to a first-rate treasure from heaven. Even the King Luo Bixia Sword, which has a third-rate treasure from heaven, cannot do much to him.
Threat, so when Feng Jueyu took action, he didn't know what danger was at all. As long as he drew his sword, he would do it resolutely.
Whoosh!
when!
This was the 170th sword fight between him and Ling Buer who refused to back down and faced off head-on. Relying on the ingenuity and skill of the heavy sword and his superior courage, he once again forced Ling Buer hard.
go back.
Ling Buer, who became famous in Jiujie Mountain with a record of victory in consecutive battles since entering the customs, finally realized that he had kicked the iron plate this time. The two fought for more than 300 swords, and he was only slightly at the beginning.
Gaining a slight upper hand, as time went by, he discovered that Feng Jueyu's swordsmanship became more and more sophisticated, which greatly surprised Ling Buer, who prided himself on his talent.
Ling Buer, who pulled away and flew back, was not at a disadvantage in terms of swordsmanship. On the contrary, he was steadily suppressing Feng Jueyu. However, as soon as the two swords touched, the overwhelming power would sweep over him. Even if it was Ling.
Ling Buer couldn't ignore it. How many times he suffered a lot because of that heavy sword, Ling Buer was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.
"Bastard, who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
Ling Buer rushed forward again, and the "Great Jingzhe Sword" thrust forward a white electric pillar. The electric light flashed across, and the void cracks on both sides were everywhere, and all of them were torn apart on the spot. The crowded void blades were still there.
Before the weather could form, they were all torn to pieces by Ling Buer's sword energy.
"Haha, I'm just an unknown person, why should Mr. Ling bother with this? It would be more enjoyable just like this than before."
Seeing the "Great Jingzhe Sword" stabbing out a white electric pillar, Feng Jueyu did not dodge at all, and thrust out the same sword into the air. The original "Nostalgia" also moved against the thunder, stabbing out a purple thunderbolt.
Although Feng Jueyu, who has become almost proficient in controlling his origins, has cultivated his swordsmanship to the realm of psychics, which is far two stages behind the psychic ability of "The Great Jingzhe Sword", Feng Jueyu's inner energy is powerful and endless.
boom!
The two electric pillars collided together, and the energy ripples instantly spread into a purple-white halo, spreading violently. After one strike, Feng Jueyu was severely knocked back for more than ten battles, but Ling Buer only retreated three to four feet away.
, no matter how much upper hand Ling Buer had, Feng Jueyu was still unscathed. With a movement of energy all over his body, the self-healing method of Zhenwu Sheng's interception body had restored the meridians damaged by the strength of the sword energy to their original state.
Already.
"Young Master Ling, if you only know this set of swordsmanship and magical powers, there is nothing you can do about it. Since you and I can't defeat each other, why don't we just give up. There are millions of women in the world, so why should Young Master Ling bother to pester Miss Wu?"
"You are talking nonsense, I have to take care of my business."
Ling Buer was really confused. After hundreds of moves, he was unable to do anything to the heroic young master opposite him. Ling Buer really couldn't believe that this was his own record.