Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh monk Jingquan shot
Ling Tianyun was stunned, and even Ye Yinfeng was stunned. The two of them looked at Zhang Yuxian blankly, but they didn't know what he was talking about. If Ling Tianyun is the right one, then this world is too crazy, Ling Tianyun
There was no intention to conquer the world at all, but Zhang Yuxian's mindless words made them very confused. Not only were they very confused, but even Seng Jingquan had a look of confusion on his face.
"Old man Zhang, please don't make such a joke. It's not good at all. How can He De become the world's destined emperor? He is just a martial artist mixed in this troubled world. Besides, he has no
I have thought about competing for world domination, so I devoted myself to martial arts in order to reach the limit of martial arts." Ling Tianyun said helplessly to Zhang Yuxian. How could he have thought that Zhang Yuxian would actually say such a thing, which made him, a monk named Zhang Er, confused.
"Everything has its own secret, but the secret must not be leaked." Zhang Yuxian said mysteriously, and then he said to Ye Yinfeng: "The world's martial arts is nothing more than Taoism. The Buddhist techniques were later introduced to the Central Plains, but Buddhism is Tao.
Mr. Ye is very careful and his heart is as strong as iron, and he will achieve immeasurable achievements in martial arts in the future. The two of them met in the unexpected times, and the general trend of the world has become a trend. Taking advantage of the power of the sky to fight for the world, it can be said to kill two birds with one stone. The two of you must remember that fate can be fought for.
There is no arguing, everything depends on the luck and persistence of the two of you."
Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun were even more inexplicably shocked. They always felt that this piece of heavenly king seemed to be leaving a last message, but looking at each other's expressions, there was nothing unusual. On the other hand, Seng Jingquan's face was calm.
The confusion just now had long since subsided. But they didn't notice that Seng Jingquan's right hand, which had been retracted into his sleeves, was tightly holding a piece of smooth but unpretentious tortoise shell.
"Uncle Zhang has praised us both too much. This situation cannot be solved now. I'm afraid we have already become the prisoners of this Marquis." A hint of helplessness flashed in Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and he turned to the calm face.
Seng Jingquan said.
"I'm not a prisoner. It mainly depends on King Zhang Tian's choice. With your skills, you can easily walk out of the Marquis Mansion. You can do whatever you want." A trace of surprise flashed in Seng Jingquan's eyes.
But his face remained as calm as ever.
"Don't worry, old man, although I am quite old, I have never seen any big storms. How can a mere prince's house do anything to me? Even if all the masters of Cangqiong Sect come out, it won't matter. Although I, Zhang Yuxian, am old, I still can't do anything to me."
It was Zhang Tianwang who made the Southern Han Dog Emperor tremble. Let the grudges of the past be settled today. Both the damned and the undead are no longer alive. Only the two of us are left. What happened back then should be settled.
The last one was perfect." Zhang Yuxian's stooped body straightened slightly.
No one expected that the waning old man exuded a majestic aura like a surging wave. At this time, Zhang Yuxian became extremely tall in the eyes of Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng. The shock in their eyes was
Their eyes were unconcealed. They did not expect that this ordinary old man like an old farmer was actually a master with amazing internal strength. At this time, Zhang Yuxian's whole body exuded a majestic aura that was pure and strong. His martial arts realm had already reached
The realm of heaven.
"I didn't expect that after the battle in Baiyundong, Li Tai's heavy blow did not damage your roots, but your cultivation level has improved further. Everyone knows that you are a person of great luck, and the rumors are indeed true.
King Zhang Tian, have you ever heard of the theory of seizing luck? The reason why you failed back then was mainly because someone secretly stole part of your luck, which resulted in your luck being incomplete. That’s why you did this.
It was not successful." A flash of surprise flashed in Seng Jingquan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said to the other party.
"Whether it's luck or destiny, it's not determined by fate. It's up to you to fight for it. The reason why I failed is actually because of myself, because I don't want to fight or start a war. No matter what
No matter what, it is still the ordinary people who suffer in the end. The palm of Li Tai's back then was enough to knock me out?
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As the aura condensed around Zhang Yuxian's body rose steadily, his figure became extremely tall, like a majestic mountain. His silvery and loose hair stood up even more, and his face was full of wrinkles.
There was also a faint blush. The violent aura became stronger and stronger. The old but not slender figure stood in the house, and the aura surged. At this time, Zhang Yuxian was the unrivaled figure in the world.
The peerless master.
With a "crack" sound, a bright light shone out from Seng Jingquan's hand, and he suddenly saw an abacus in his hand. The abacus was the same size as an ordinary abacus, but there was a faint and simple atmosphere on the abacus.
The abacus was by no means an ordinary thing. The light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the abacus in his hand made a sound of the beads hitting each other. The sound was like spring thunder, with a deafening roar.
"Mr. Ling, can you borrow the sword?" Zhang Yuxian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Ling Tianyun. "Isn't it just a broken sword? Mr. Zhang is so polite." Ling Tianyun grabbed it with his backhand, and the Xingze sword came out.
With a long chant, he handed the sword into Zhang Yuxian's hands, and then said lightly.
"You two can just watch the battle for the time being. I will personally handle the events of that year. No matter you are Seng Jingquan or the jade fortune teller of Cangqiong Sect, the blood debt of that year, those brothers who died in the war, all of these are...
I want to get it back. Not only to avenge the brothers who died back then, but also to warn you, the so-called decent people, that the world is not your chess game, and the people of the world are not your chess pieces. Although I, Zhang Yuxian, am a commoner,
But I also know that the great road is vast."
With a "buzz" sound, Zhang Yuxian finished his words, and he flicked the sword with his fingers, and the sword immediately let out a long and crisp sound. "What a great sword. It is indeed a magic weapon used by the great swordsman Shengfeng."
." His eyes condensed, and a string of brilliance appeared from the sword. Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise the sword.
"King Zhang Tian, you and I have different ways and different positions. I, Seng Jingquan, did nothing wrong in what happened back then, and I have never regretted it. Back then, you were dedicated to the people of the Southern Han Dynasty, and he was dedicated to the people who were in dire straits.
, and I am thinking about the interests of Cang Qiong Sect, and Cang Qiong Sect is also thinking about the overall situation of the world. No matter who was right or wrong about what happened back then, let’s come and see the difference today. There is no winner or lose in a battle, only life or death.”
Monk Jingquan's brocade robe made a hunting sound, and the brocade robe kept rising and falling even in the absence of wind. He uttered heroic and heroic words.
"The sword is the sage of a hundred weapons. The sword is indestructible and invincible. Mr. Ling, you must remember that if you have a sword in your hand, you also have a sword in your heart. The sword is you, and you are the sword. What kind of thing has a sword in your hand but no heart in it?
Knife, or the myth that there is no knife in the hand but a knife in the heart is simply a joke." Zhang Yuxian waved the sword in his hand, and suddenly a sharp and cold wind blew through the air.
Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun had already withdrawn a few feet away. Fortunately, the room was spacious enough and there were not many furnishings. There was enough room for the duel between the two masters. The two of them felt more confident.
A strange feeling arose. The auras emanating from the two of them were extremely pure and majestic, as vast as the sea. They had a high level of cultivation, but they did not have any fame. The real hermit could not be better than You.
this.
The sword in Zhang Yuxian's hand condensed with brilliant light and struck at the monk Jingquan. Every time he took a step, the sword struck out several dazzling sword lights. The sword lights were as fast as a rainbow, and their momentum was even faster than running through the rainbow.
Lei, his silver hair was fluttering wildly, and his feet had already left footprints like those carved by a knife. The sword light condensed the power of breaking the sky and shaking the mountains, and the sword light rushed forward, and his body exuded even more
A sense of courage and courage.
And Seng Jingquan's eyes were filled with a mysterious mist-like luster. His right hand was holding the abacus, and his left hand was rapidly moving on the abacus. A glow-like energy immediately erupted from there.
The light bursting out from the abacus. The rhythm of the abacus pulling out became faster and faster, and the energy bursting out from the abacus became more and more intensive. The energy bursting out from the abacus seemed to have laid a
Like a heaven and earth net, that powerful light blocked all Zhang Yuxian's sword energy.
With a big step under his feet, the violent aura rose up again, and the sword in Zhang Yuxian's hand let out a long roar like a dragon's roar. His figure was seen getting faster and faster, and the sword could only be swung out.
The sword energy became more and more dense. When Seng Jingquan saw this, he sank slightly, slapped the edge of the abacus with his left hand, and then raised his left index finger and middle finger slightly forward.
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With two fingers pointing, Seng Jingquan was as energetic as a scholar pointing out the country. As his finger movements accelerated, all the beads in the abacus flew up and shot toward Zhang Yuxian.
Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun were even more shocked. They did not expect that Seng Jingquan's strength was so mysterious. If we judged it from the aura, then the majestic and vast aura condensed around Zhang Yuxian's body was obviously stronger than Seng Jingquan's.
Quan is slightly better. But no one thought that Seng Jingquan could also use his spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness was also very powerful, almost to the point where he could control objects as he pleased.
Ye Yinfeng had a deep understanding in his heart. He knew the importance of spiritual consciousness, but he did not expect that Seng Jingquan's spiritual consciousness was so powerful. He had just touched the threshold of spiritual consciousness. Naturally, it was impossible to have such a powerful spiritual consciousness.
However, he could see all Seng Jingquan's fingers and movements. He knew that this was also a rare opportunity to truly control his spiritual consciousness. This gave him a new understanding of spiritual consciousness.
There was no change on Zhang Yuxian's face. With a slight exertion on his feet, the sword stirred up a layer of brilliant light, like a dazzling ball of light, surging out in all directions with him as the center. And in his eyes
There was even more resolute and decisive light. He raised his head as if he were an arrogant lord who was not stubborn. Then his body retreated slightly, and his hands tightly grasped the handle of the sword.
A bursting and destructive aura surged out from Zhang Yuxian's body, his eyes shot out like lightning, his silver hair flying upright at this time, and a touch of sacredness appeared on his wrinkled face.
Luster. "Drink!" A deafening loud drink came from his mouth.
When Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng saw this, they saw a sudden pain in their chests. Zhang Yuxian gathered all his inner strength for this final blow. They knew that Zhang Yuxian had already run out of gas, but
With that breath, there was a proud and unstubborn air.