martial law

It will be a while, so it's better not to do anything.

"call out……"

Seeing this scene, Li Mochou gasped, her eyes flashed with horror.

While Jian Guang made two quick attacks, his mouth was soft and gentle: "Lu Lang, I'll go down the mountain first, and you'll come over soon after you've dealt with these stinky Taoist priests."

Then, withdrew the sword and retreated quickly, plunged into the jungle with a dodge, and even slipped from one side.

Zhao Zhijing's eyes were red, he let out an angry roar, he couldn't tell the situation at all, he waved his sword light, he didn't even chase Li Mochou, he called the other four disciples, and charged towards Yang Lin.

Far away, there was a slim and beautiful little girl in Taoist costume, who ran back like a rabbit with an ah, and shouted in horror as she ran: "Master, help me, a powerful master has attacked the mountain gate."

For a moment the whole mountain shook.

Zhao Zhijing is not as reckless as Yin Zhiping, but he is not like a person who can reason.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and the sword covered a thousand miles of frost, and the sword style was very cold, and he slashed in front of Yang Lin.

With this sword, Qi was the first thing to do, before the sword edge reached, the surging internal force had already cut the air to buzz.

It is worthy of being the person who ranks first in martial arts internal strength among the three generations of disciples.

From Yang Lin's point of view, this one is about [-]% to [-]% as good as Sha Tongtian's, and his swordsmanship is also very exquisite.

Still, not enough to see.

He didn't need to use Frost Breath, let alone swallow the weather in one gulp, he just slapped it casually with the power in his palm.

Where the hand shadow starts.

The long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand buzzed and was sent flying into the air.

He clutched his bleeding tiger's mouth and retreated, but Yang Lin stepped forward, grabbed the back of his neck with his hand, lifted it up and smashed it down with a bang.

boom……

A shallow, human-shaped pothole appeared on the ground.

Zhao Zhijing was dizzy from the impact, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, he struggled a few times, but couldn't get up.

Yang Lin sneered, took a step forward, stepped over Zhao Zhijing, looked at the four Taoist priests who were in a dilemma halfway through the charge, and said with a smile, "Do you still want to fight? Toast or fine wine...

I've said it all, we are from the same school, you just want to believe Li Mochou's words, if you don't get rid of your stupidity, you won't be able to listen to people's words well. "

The four Taoist priests are still on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Obviously, they still didn't believe Yang Lin's words at all.

Seeing this, Yang Lin was so angry that he laughed.

Looking at the disciple who was holding the sword trembling slightly and still insisting on standing at the front, he suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Cui Zhifang."

The young Taoist replied: "Whether what you say is true or not, I will not let you go. We will discuss whether it is true or not after Uncle Shi and the others come."

"Elm lump."

Yang Lin was angry.

Speaking of which, Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang are actually brothers from the same sect of his direct line, and they are both disciples of Master Yuyangzi.

He really can't do too much.

However, he couldn't vomit out a breath of depression.

Just wanted to beat them up.

'If my enemy came to the door, you would have been gone long ago, okay? '

At this moment, a thick and fierce shout sounded from the halls and pavilions: "Where is the master, dare to come to Quanzhen Sect to play wild?"

The sound waves rolled, shaking the mountains to echo.

A black figure leaped forward like a star pill.

Approaching Baoziyan, he jumped in the air and swept his eyes, the tiger eyes were angry.

The long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and it slashed towards Yang Lin head-on.

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Chapter 166

Listening to the angry drinking and the lightness of the wind and clouds, Yang Lin immediately knew who was coming.

This is not Qiu Chuji, the son of Changchun who is the number one in swordsmanship and martial arts among the Quanzhen Seven Masters, or someone else.

This character is as fierce as a fire, and he can't rub half a grain of sand in his eyes. He is also extremely aggressive and extremely gambling.

As soon as he arrived, he saw his direct disciples lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Where would you be fooling around with the enemy?

That's naturally a full shot, let's talk about it after hitting.

Qiu Chuji soared into the air, and then fell down, just like a big bird to a rabbit, fierce and fierce.

Apparently, he has already practiced a set of Quanzhen Basic Lighting Kung Fu Jin Yan Kung Fu to the point where his mind and mind go hand in hand, and his body and spirit are complete.

Especially his swordsmanship.

Slashing with a sword, the distance is still far away, in the eyes of people, it is as if the clouds meet the sky, and then turn into the blue waves of the sea...

A sword swung vertically, turned and swung horizontally, and the overlapping internal forces were condensed on the edge of the sword, rushing violently.

As soon as Yang Lin saw it, he knew that Qiu Chuji's internal strength was still higher than that of Peng Lianhu.

At least, the force attached to the sword is majestic and vast, even stronger than the internal force in Judge Peng Lianhu's pen.

Compared with Sha Tongtian, he is much more powerful.

Both are first-class masters, but they are also divided into strengths and weaknesses.

Just like Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, if they can fight with Qiu Chuji, they will be powerless in the follow-up without falling behind.

However, Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng, etc., may be shocked to vomit blood and fly back after one or two moves...

Logically speaking, the stronger the swordsmanship and the stronger the inner strength, the harder it would be for Yang Lin to resist.

But that's not the case.

because.

In Qiu Chuji's internal power of swordsmanship, there is neither Sha Tongtian's strange Yinhuo power nor Peng Lianhu's insidiousness, using the judge's pen to strike acupuncture points and move Yinshou.

Not to mention hiding poison in their palms like Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng, who would steal hidden weapons and seal their throats with blood.

He is an upright style of play that overwhelms others.

That's it.

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart was beating wildly like a giant drum, and the blood flowed through his whole body like the waves of a great river.

He was excited.

It's rare to meet such a top-notch expert, and he still doesn't use dirty tricks.

In the battle at Nanhuju, although he fought with great arrogance, he was also restrained.

The fight between the two sides is either life or death, and you need to be careful everywhere, and you can't have fun at all.

At this time, seeing Qiu Chuji's style of play, he immediately became interested.

He took a long breath, his eyes were bloodshot, but his mind was as cold as ice and snow.

Facing the long sword that was slashing towards the tide, he sat down on his hips, raised his fists to his chest, and let out a long shout.

The force starts from the ground, and the fist is like a shooting star.

bang bang bang bang...

Mizong Quan's random arrow strike.

His hair fluttered like fire, his arms were ferocious like a demon king's claws, and his fists broke through the heavy air, making a burst of thunder.

Layers of circles of white air waves appeared in front of my eyes.

This exploded the air, pierced through the internal force, and moved forward step by step with ten punches.

No match for heroism.

Qiu Chuji slashed down with his sword with all his strength, his inner strength was like waves in the sea.

bang...

The internal force condensed like a substance, unexpectedly hit a rocky mountain, smashed to pieces.

A figure cut through the waves, and suddenly flashed to the side.

He was slightly startled, and with a touch of his toes, he drifted backwards. Without even thinking about it, he struck out a lightning strike with his left hand in the form of a frost-covered ice-breaking palm.

boom……

A white and glistening palm with blue veins, with a shrill and sharp cry, drew a crescent moon, which flashed past his ear.

Under the palm knife cutting and slashing, Qiu Chuji only felt the burning of his palm, and half of his body trembled violently.

As if being hit by ten mad cows, he leaned to the right and staggered seven or eight steps.

He put more force under his feet, held a sword flower, and protected it by his side, looking at it in amazement.

I saw that young man in white, who was also sent flying several feet upside down by his ice-breaking palm, landed on the ground and made a gesture of opening the door and greeting guests, ready to attack.

It turned out that the breath stopped evenly, and the fighting spirit was like fire, and he was not at a disadvantage.

"A good opponent."

At this moment, Qiu Chuji was aroused with passion and arrogance in his heart, and a desire to win surged from his heart, completely refusing to accept the fact that he was tied with a young man.

With a muffled snort, his left hand frosted and turned into a tiger's claw. He held the sword in his auspicious hand and shook his wrist. Eighteen sword shadows appeared from the tip of the sword.

But he was going to use the most exhausting sword technique of "one qi transforming three cleansing" in Quanzhen.

"Stop it, stop it all."

A long drink sounded.

Another five figures in black robes swished over from the pavilion.

The leader is an old Taoist priest with white beard and white hair.

This Taoist priest was full of fairy air and kind face. Although he was slightly angry at this time, he was still polite and extraordinary.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he glanced around, bowed his hands to his chest, and asked, "I don't know if my Quanzhen Sect offended this little brother, why did you come here to fight?

If there is something wrong with our teaching, please point it out, Pindao will definitely give you an explanation. "

As soon as the old Taoist spoke, a few middle-aged Taoist priests and a middle-aged Taoist nun behind him all bowed their heads together and said that blessings are boundless.

Qiu Chuji immediately became very embarrassed.

He holds the sword and concentrates, neither attacking nor withdrawing the sword.

Just hang there.

At this time, Yin Zhiping got up with great difficulty, drooping his right arm, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and shouted angrily: "Master, uncle, that little thief..."

"Shut up, your name is Yin Zhiping."

Yang Lin shouted coldly.

He reached into his bosom and took out the jade pendant in his bosom.

Hold it up to your chest.

This is a token of apprenticeship given by Yuyang Zhenren Wang Chuyi. He said bluntly that if he has not returned to the mountain, he will be taught by a few brothers.

"I keep calling you a little thief, and if I don't agree with you, I will kill people...I ask you, Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing, Li Zhichang, Qi Zhicheng, and you..."

Yang Lin clicked on them one by one.

He has an excellent memory, and he has heard the names of these people before when he started the fight.

"When I went up the mountain, did I tell you clearly that I made an appointment with a real person at the master Yuyangzi King, came to pay homage to Chongyang Patriarch, and belonged to the gate wall.