Idle game leads to another world

The most capable fighter in Lingyun Temple is not the headmaster, but Taoist Master Qingjingzi.

He has been fascinated by martial arts since he was young. He has been traveling in the martial arts world for thirty years and has never encountered such a powerless time.

His eyes focused, and the sword light immediately covered him like auspicious clouds.

The sword light was countless, like a waterfall rushing down, and the power alone was extremely terrifying.

"Liuyun Chaos Sword? It's okay, but not delicate enough."

The leader of the Tianlang Sect actually had the energy to comment. The sword blade touched his fingers like it touched some weapon, and there was a crisp sound accompanied by tiny sparks.

But at this time, the leader of the Tianlang Sect suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and immediately changed his leisurely and contented attitude just now, turned half of his body and pointed at the empty place.

Almost at the same time, Shen Qingluo's thin figure appeared there, as if the leader of the Tianlang Sect had predicted in advance that Shen Qingluo would use the escape step to attack from there.

This gives people the feeling that it is better to receive steadily than to hit accurately.

Shen Qingluo's punch aimed at the back of the leader's head was blocked by someone's fingers. The internal force of the collision between the two sides was so strong that the floor under the leader's feet exploded.

"Little girl, you have practiced the Mayfly Divine Art so hard that it is probably more powerful than the founder of your Tianjue Palace."

Shen Qingluo didn't say anything at all. She stepped on her feet as if she could find a place to gain leverage in mid-air, and turned over.

Her movements were smooth and swift. In fact, everyone couldn't see Shen Qingluo's movements clearly. They only felt a flash in front of their eyes. She took advantage of her small stature and rushed directly into the arms of the leader of the Tianlang Sect. In an instant, it seemed as if she had grown eight arms.

And the leader took a step back for the first time, and it was also the first time he really raised his hand. Although it was only one hand, he did block all of Shen Qingluo's fists whose trajectory could not be seen clearly.

You know, the leader of the Tianlang Sect is now being attacked from both sides. On the left is Taoist Qingjingzi, and on the right is Shen Qingluo. He blocked one with one hand, and it didn't even look difficult.

This level of force far exceeded everyone's expectations. When everyone rushed to the Western Regions, they thought that with so many martial arts masters present and the support of the Palace Master of Tianjue Palace, the leader of the Tianlang Sect could easily be defeated even if he had three heads and six arms.

It was only after the fight that they realized they were wrong, and they were very wrong.

Zhou Wenyi, a well-known master in the martial arts world, couldn't last more than one round. Most people would probably be about the same. Having more people is not an advantage at all, but will hinder their efforts.

So, did everyone else just watch?

Of course not.

The Tianlang Sect leader, who was dealing with the attack from both sides, suddenly changed his eyes, rolled up his robe sleeves with his left hand and waved it vigorously, rolling up a gust of wind.

The sword light of Taoist Master Qingjingzi was immediately blown into pieces by the gust of wind, and the three-foot green sword in his hand was broken into more than a dozen sections, and he was also blown back by the gust of wind.

Compared to Chen Yulu and Zhou Wenyi, Taoist Qingjingzi was able to land steadily on the ground. However, the blow just now probably also caused him internal injuries. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he quickly used his power to suppress it.

The leader, who had freed one hand, waved his wrist to block the other hand that suddenly appeared.

"Tianjue Palace is indeed full of talents, much better than other people who deceive the world and steal the reputation."

The other hand was of course Ning Xianer.

She was too lazy to talk nonsense with others, and her fierce palm power rushed to the leader's head and smashed it.

At this time, the leader finally moved, and the three of them immediately fought together. Those with poor eyesight could not see who was who.

Ning Xianer is definitely in the front row among the first-class masters. As long as she breaks through the last level of the Mayfly Divine Art, she will become the strongest palace master in the history of Tianjue Palace.

And Shen Qingluo is currently at the level of a top master, and any head elder of the Central Plains martial arts is not her opponent.

But under the siege of the two, the leader of the Tianlang Sect did not lose the upper hand at all. It was not even sure whether he had used all his strength.

No wonder Shen Qingluo said that he was not sure of winning. This was not modesty, but even exaggeration.

Such strong kung fu, I am afraid that only those big men in the Central Plains who have become legends can compare.

The three people fought faster and faster, and the collision of internal forces made the whole hall seem to be destroyed by a strong wind. Those with weaker internal strength might not even be able to stand, let alone get close. Many disciples were blown away and crawled.

At this time, a loud noise was suddenly heard, like the sound of a golden bell.

Everyone looked closely and saw that there was a big bald head beside the leader of the Tianlang Sect.

Master Xuanbei of Jingci Temple vomited blood, but he did resist the punch of the Tianlang Sect leader. The loud sound like a bell just now was emitted when the Tianlang Sect leader hit the demon-subduing kung fu.

The leader was about to withdraw his right hand, but found that his wrist was tightly grasped.

"Bald donkey, you dare to stop me?"

"Amitabha, the donor has unparalleled martial arts, but it is inappropriate to be too murderous."

Jingci Temple is indeed very good at resisting beatings. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the leader was controlled for a moment, Shen Qingluo and Ning Xian'er appeared behind the leader and hit him at the back of the head at the same time.

In terms of the performance just now, in terms of speed, they are actually comparable. The leader can only stop one of Shen Qingluo and Ning Xian'er with one hand. After all, the other hand is controlled by Master Xuanbei, and it is so close that there is nowhere to hide.

As long as any one of the two hits, the leader will be seriously injured if not dead. The internal force of the Mayfly Divine Art is not so easy to receive. It is really strong and invincible.

This was a sure-fire attack, but it went wrong again.

The palms of both men could already touch the hair behind the head of the leader of the Tianlang Sect, but at this moment, a golden light blocked their way. When their palms hit the golden light, it was like hitting a city wall. Even the terrible internal force of the Mayfly Divine Art was like a drop in the ocean, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Shen Qingluo and Ning Xian'er immediately thought that it was not good. Almost at the same time, the golden light burst out.

Master Xuanbei was the first to be blown away. The old monk's Demon Subduing Art was really awesome. He broke two stone pillars in a row before stopping. A group of monks hurried up to check.

Shen Qingluo and Ning Xian'er were also struck by lightning at that moment, but they immediately used the Earth Escape Step. When they reappeared, they were already near the ceiling.

The original intention of the two was to hide here and adjust their breath for the injuries they had just suffered, but as soon as they appeared, they saw the leader of the Tianlang Sect flying up.

That's right, it wasn't a leap with Qinggong, but it was like flying with the wind.

Shen Qingluo stepped on the top of the stone pillar to take over, turned around and slapped repeatedly, the palm wind was so strong that one could even see clear palm prints on the floor more than ten meters away.

But this was like a breeze to the leader of the Tianlang Sect. He pushed Shen Qingluo's arm away with both hands and slapped him in the air.

Shen Qingluo seemed to be hit by a truck and flew up, embedded in the ceiling with a bang.

This grandson, is his strength a bit too high?