My wife is the sect leader

But compared to Pratt Bodhisattva, his cultivation base is deeper and more majestic like the sea.

You must know that Pratt Bodhisattva belongs to the status of Bodhisattva in Buddhism. If you are promoted to a master, you will be weaker than ordinary masters at the same level.

Although An Jing's cultivation was not high at the time, but he possessed the secret technique of transforming ghosts into humans and beasts, the Puhui Bodhisattva was severely injured.

In the realm of a master, the body and mind are in harmony, and the internal force has long been transformed into Taotao's true energy.

"bass!"

An Jing pulled out one of the blades of the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.

Lou Xiangzhen once favored Zhong Binru over An Jing, why?

Because An Jing's sword is not pure enough, the light and life of a swordsman often lie in the sword he holds in his hand.

Moreover, Lou Xiangzhen always felt that An Jing's swordsmanship was vast, with the faint aura of swallowing everything.

Although it seems that he is invincible in the world on the surface, An Jing's heart wants to swallow the world.

The sword intent is too broad, and it is not a good thing. It cannot be controlled by manpower. Ants moving mountains is after all a dream and unrealistic.

But can ants really move mountains one day?

That must be the greatest miracle in the world!

The wind rose suddenly.

The petals that passed over the treetops and fell to the ground turned into the remnants of this spring day.

An Jing's body was lifted, and the cyan sword light finally shot up into the sky. The sword pulled three sword flowers in the air, like a snake spit out a core, and pierced the old man Qingfeng's eyebrows.

"What a fast sword."

There was a trace of appreciation in Qingfeng's eyes, and then he flicked his finger.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the blade of the Suppressing Evil Sword was directly bounced away by a dark force, causing An Jing's arms to ache.

boom!

An Jing flied out violently, and the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand also showed a monstrous cold light.

The whole body of the Suppressing Evil Sword was mottled, covered with traces of time, and the blood on the sword was still flowing slowly, shining faintly in the sunlight.

Swish!

An Jing waved his arms, directly carrying the monstrous cold air, and rushed towards the old man Qingfeng, with a terrifying aura!

The old man Qingfeng looked at the frightening An Jing with a calm face, and turned around to avoid this sharp cold light.

"Three flowers blend? Half-step master?"

Feng Lingyue frowned slightly when she saw An Jing make a move.

I still remember the last time I saw An Jing, his cultivation was only in the smallpox realm, and he had reached the half-step master realm in just a few days.

Compared with the shackles of half-step master to master, it is not so easy to break through the smallpox realm to reach half-step master.

The old man Qingfeng's eyelids twitched too, but although there is only one step between the Grandmaster Realm and the half-step Grandmaster, the gap is huge.

As strong as Lin Yiyang, a half-step master of the sword fairy, he can only lose when facing the Puhui Bodhisattva.

Therefore, the old man Qingfeng didn't have a sense of crisis, and he still had confidence in his heart.

An Jing's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and this was the first time he had played against a master in his heyday.

call out!

As that ray of light vibrates the air, it penetrates from nothingness.

Nine-character Sword Art!Soldiers are secret!

An Jing clenched the Suppressing Evil Sword tightly, waved his sleeve robe, and waved the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand again, as delicate as an antelope's horns, which is beyond words.

Several sword lights fluttered in the air, almost blocking all the escape routes of old man Qingfeng.

What a fast sword!

The old man Qingfeng's eyes sank, his true energy flowed out, and he slapped it with his palm.

boom!

Several sword lights collided with the palm print brazenly in the air, and suddenly there was a mass of energy in the center.

It took about dozens of steps back before An Jing stabilized his body.

Seeing this, the old man Qingfeng was a little surprised, but he didn't lose his face. He only used five or six percent of his strength just now. He believed that with ten percent of his strength, he would definitely be able to kill An Jing.

The old man Qingfeng's eyes were low, and he said: "Those who want to use half-step masters to fight against the realm of masters, there are only a few people throughout the ages, and there is no one in the world who can do it, even Lin Yiyang, who is a white-clothed sword fairy. Can't do it."

"Then I'll just be one of those few people."

An Jing replied coldly, and then waved the Suppressing Evil Sword, and the pitch-black wind of the sword blew into the air, and then merged into the air, as if it disappeared in an instant.

Jian Guang would disappear out of thin air? !

"What a weird way of swordsmanship."

The old man Qingfeng slapped An Jing with a palm, and the huge palm print directly turned into an emerald green sky, as if the sky had collapsed and flowed towards An Jing.

The power of the master has already been brought to the extreme.

Boom!

The waves of true qi are stirring everywhere, and the air in front of my eyes is wrinkled, wave after wave, like the waves of air that overwhelm mountains and seas.

"So strong!"

An Jing flew upside down a few feet away. There was indeed a gap like a chasm between the Grandmaster and the half-step Grandmaster. If An Jing hadn't been tempered into a perfect golden bone, and it was still strengthening with the increase of his cultivation base, maybe this One blow has already been severely damaged.

"This ghost swordsman is really good, no wonder he has become the confidant of the Zhenyi Sect."

Didn't he know that the old man Qingfeng was even more surprised, after all the difference in cultivation between the other party and himself was so big, one level, one level, one level.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, the old man Qingfeng came to An Jing's back in an instant, and slapped An Jing's back of the head with his palm.

"not good."

An Jing only felt the cold air suddenly rising, and quickly used the Fuyao Nine Heavens movement technique, his figure dodged continuously, and hastily avoided the hand of old man Qingfeng.

But no matter how fast he was, how could he surpass old man Qingfeng?

The old man Qingfeng's body shook again, and a blue light appeared on the palm of his hand.

Six Absolute Misty Rain Palms!Broken soul!

Although old man Qingfeng didn't hit An Jing with this palm, the violent wind blew onto An Jing's body.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and An Jing was thrown backwards.

"Grandmaster's strength is really terrifying. You must cast the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra as soon as possible."

An Jing took a deep breath. If a swordsman can't even launch an offensive, it basically means that he has no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, An Jing activated the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

A golden light emerged from behind, and then turned into a golden wave, while An Jing standing in the center was like a golden sun.

Then a golden Buddha appeared behind him in a trance, bowing his head and lowering his eyebrows, majestic and magnificent, exuding great compassion and great wisdom, and at the same time, An Jing's aura was rising steadily.

The method of Buddhist mantra and seal, blessed in the body, is like a god and demon entering the body.

The internal force is endless, like an endless flame, which will never go out.

"This is the Buddhist martial arts?"

When the old man Qingfeng saw this, his heart skipped a beat.

"Amazing martial arts."

Even though Feng Lingyue saw it for the second time, she still couldn't help being amazed in her heart, considering his cultivation level as a master of two qi, he felt mysterious and unbelievable.

It is simply unheard of that Buddhism has such a seal method.

There was a faint golden light in An Jing's eyes, and he calmly looked at the old man Qingfeng in front of him.

"The so-called strong move must be self-destructive, why bother?"

The surging qi, like rolling waves, erupted directly in the old man Qingfeng's body at this moment, sweeping the world, such powerful zhenqi, even the air was shaking.

Feeling the majestic true energy erupting from the old man Qingfeng's body, An Jing took a deep breath, and his face became solemn.

An Jing stood quietly, holding the ancient Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, and the golden Buddha behind him carried supreme coercion, exuding a palpitating sense of oppression.

The corners of the old man Qingfeng's mouth rose, and immediately he clenched his palms tightly.

boom!

The old man Qingfeng exuded a blue light all over his body, and when he stepped on the ground, he looked like a fairy flying from the sky, with continuous momentum and impassioned aura.

An Jing looked at the majestic old man Qingfeng, his eyes also became serious. The strength of old man Qingfeng is definitely the strongest opponent he has encountered so far.

Boom!

But when An Jing's body tensed up, the old man Qingfeng's eyes burst out with surging fighting intent. Without the slightest hesitation, he stomped the sole of his foot, and the ground shook, while his body disappeared strangely. not see.

hum!

An Jing clenched the Suppressing Evil Sword tightly, and when he swung his arm, a powerful energy overflowed, carrying enough power to destroy mountains.

And at the moment when An Jingzhen's evil sword slashed away, the figure of the old man Qingfeng Xianjun suddenly appeared in the void that was originally nothingness, and he slapped it with his palm.

Boom!

The blade of the Suppressing Evil Sword directly struck Qingfeng Old Man Xianjun's palm print, and at this moment, they collided fiercely like meteorites crossing the sky.

The impact of ripples visible to the naked eye exploded almost instantly, and the air kept buzzing and trembling.

The terrifying counter-shock force came like a tsunami, directly causing An Jing's body to shake violently, and then shot backwards several feet away.

An Jing stabilized his body, threw the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, and then that Suppressing Evil Sword seemed to have a phantom, and it began to split into two Suppressing Evil Swords.

Ripples appeared around the two evil-suppressing swords, and then turned into two giant swords.

Two huge swords appeared across the sky, this scene was really wonderful.

Return to one sword art!Yu Jianshu!

An Jing's body stood erect between the sky and the earth, with the golden Buddha shining behind him, his eyes lit up suddenly, violent energy surged up, and the two evil-suppressing swords slid down like a meteor.

boom!boom!boom!

Two meteor-like sword glows streaked across, and the air seemed to burst wherever they passed.

"Such a strong swordsmanship, such a strong swordsmanship!"

There was a gleam of brilliance in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng, he took a breath of cold air, and then suppressed the shock in his heart, all the true energy in his body gathered on the strength of his fist.

Six Absolute Misty Rain Palms!Outrageous!

The old man Qingfeng's body pierced through the sky and the earth, exuding a cyan brilliance all over his body, and his hands were like glazed emeralds, as if they contained the power to shake the sky and the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the palm of his hand slapped fiercely forward.

All the colored glaze brilliance rushed out, as if it had turned into a blue colored glaze mountain.

The sword light surged violently, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The moment the two collided, the Qi machine began to overflow crazily, and then the roaring sound was even more deafening. The air wave flew away, and the surrounding trees were all shattered and turned into dust.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta..."

An Jing stepped back again and again, his face was a little pale, and the internal force in his body was a little disordered.

The Liujue Misty Rain Palm was not only as simple as it appeared on the surface, the terrifying impact seemed gentle, but in fact it was extremely overbearing, shaking his dantian to tumbling.

"Tick! Tick!"

And the old man Qingfeng's body also retreated, with a trace of solemnity between his brows and eyes, a stream of blood slowly flowed down his palm, and fell to the ground.

Feng Lingyue frowned, the ghost swordsman was able to force the old man Qingfeng to be injured.

Fighting against a grandmaster with a half-step grandmaster, and being able to injure a master master, that can be regarded as the top half-step grandmaster in the world.