My wife is the sect leader

Lin Yiyang hit Puhui Bodhisattva hard at the beginning, but Puhui Bodhisattva had only become a master not long ago, and he didn't even return to his position

And the old man Qingfeng is a genuine grand master.

"Next, I won't give you half a chance."

The old man Qingfeng looked at the golden light behind An Jing, his eyes grew colder and colder.

boom!

Suddenly, a surge of zhenqi swept from old man Qingfeng's body, like violent waves, rushing towards the distance.

An Jing suddenly felt a great coercion, attacking him like a mountain, and at the same time, the internal force in his body also surged away.

Bang bang bang!

The entire dense forest is like two huge waves colliding violently, making a series of violent noises, forming clusters of waves of air movement and spreading away to the surroundings.

"You're just a grand master."

The shocking sword light in An Jing's hand has already spread crazily, and the surrounding air is billowing away, surging away towards the distance.

The sharp cold breath seemed to tear the air apart, even Feng Lingyue, who was far away, felt a cold light attacking her whole body, from head to toe it was icy cold.

"His kendo is getting stronger?"

Seeing this, Feng Lingyue couldn't help talking to herself.

Throughout the ages, swordsmen have been adhering to killing. Any top swordsman's sword will be covered with corpses and blood flowing like a sea. Only continuous victories can cultivate a swordsman's tenacious heart.

Go ahead!

As long as the sword is out, I feel that I will win!

This is the strong and extraordinary belief of the swordsman!

Lou Xiangzhen was thwarted by the Sword God back then, and after decades of decadence, it was because of this dissipated heart energy, which was also what worried Lou Xiangzhen when An Jing and Tianjian confronted each other.

Why did Tianjian Cui Daoxian lose to Qiu Wanxia? On the one hand, Qiu Wanxia's swordsmanship is extremely high, and Cui Daoxian was careless; .

Today, when a half-step master is fighting against a master master, there is almost no chance of winning in the eyes of the world. Under such a counter-trend, An Jing's indomitable confidence is stimulated, and his swordsmanship continues to grow.

The broad and vast sword intent is also constantly consolidating.

If he wins today, An Jing's body will gather that mysterious and mysterious momentum.

Seeing An Jing slashing with his sword, old man Qingfeng thought to himself, what a sharp sword.

But in an instant, he quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, and the palm and handprint changed, and the surrounding internal force suddenly became surging, and the blue light gathered towards the palm of old man Qingfeng bit by bit.

Then the old man Qingfeng slapped forward with a palm, shaking the sky.

boom!

The two exchanged a move again, and then their figures crossed again.

The old man Qingfeng stretched out his five fingers, and the attack was like a tide, continuous and endless.

boom!

A palm blasted out, filled with a frightening blue light.

An Jing saw the cyan palm attack, his body shook, and then disappeared into the world.

The old man Qingfeng's expression was incomparably indifferent, after hitting the air with his palm, a blue long knife suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed towards the back.

Clang!

The sound of metal and iron colliding almost exploded resounded, and then the metal storm spread crazily to the distance.

Unknowingly, An Jing has already arrived behind the old man Qingfeng.

Under the heavy impact of the two swords, An Jing felt a numbness in his arms, and subconsciously retreated backward.

boom!

After the old man Qingfeng fought each other, there seemed to be no abnormality at all, and he bombarded An Jing with his palm.

An Jing retreated towards the rear, his momentum was very unstable, and his footsteps retreated to the distance. This palm bombarded him, with the momentum of killing everything.

Buzz!Buzz!

The Suppressing Evil Sword burst out with a soft moaning sound, as if it had transformed into countless sword shadows and rushed forward.

Bang bang bang!

Countless sword shadows were directly smashed by the cyan palm force, and the rest of the force rushed towards his face, almost tearing him apart.

Tread, step, step!

An Jing's footsteps retreated to the rear again and again, and horrible explosions erupted from under his feet.

"Gurgling~"

After being repelled by this palm, An Jing suddenly felt the blood in his whole body surging, and there was almost a mouthful of strong blood in his mouth.

An Jing held back the pain in his viscera, and his internal energy surged wildly, converging on the Suppressing Evil Sword.

The next moment, star rivers of light appeared in the sky and earth, hanging upside down behind An Jing.

Return to one sword art!Sword drawing!

The Suppressing Evil Sword in An Jing's hand was like a shining galaxy, bursting out with dazzling light, almost lighting up the whole world.

The sword light is thunderous, flowing like a galaxy.

Buzz!Buzz!

Jian Guang shuttled between the sky and the earth, and ran towards the old man Qingfeng.

The old man Qingfeng's eyes were deep, and he stepped forward.

Misty Rain Six Palms!Eat the ground!

In an instant, a heaven-shattering power swept over, a panic and unstoppable power swept away.

"To deal with the ghost swordsman, is old man Qingfeng desperate?" Seeing this, Feng Lingyue couldn't help feeling emotional.

Misty Rain Six Palms!

Although it is a martial art of the real martial arts level, the power of the last two moves is not weaker than the palm techniques of the natural martial arts level. They are also the top skills of the old man Qingfeng, and they will not be used in general sparring.

It will only be used when fighting for life.

This shows that the ghost swordsman who is half a step up to the master level in front of him has already pushed old man Qingfeng to such an extent.

The momentum of the palm that shook the world came, and the world, mountains and rivers were greatly changed. Under the terrifying momentum, An Jing was like a mayfly.

boom!

The sword shadow like a galaxy collided with the palm force that shook the mountains and rivers, and suddenly the wave of energy that was like a vast ocean surged up, which was several feet high.

Boom boom boom!

The aftermath of the wave of energy was even more terrifying than the confrontation between the two. An Jing was directly overwhelmed by the impact of the energy.

"Wow!"

The wave of energy impacted on An Jing's body, An Jing only felt that his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and a blood arrow sprayed out directly.

Then his body was like a dead leaf in the wind, and it was about to fall in mid-air. The golden Buddha behind him also had a dim light, and it became faintly visible, as if it would disappear at any time.

The old man Qingfeng didn't feel as well as he imagined, the blood in his body surged, and his face was very pale.

According to common sense, the ghost swordsman at this moment is exhausted and doomed to lose, but the momentum on the ghost swordsman does not seem to dissipate.

The two looked at each other, and the world was silent, only the whistling of the wind came.

"I still have the last sword."

An Jing's voice was a little calm, and he looked at the blade of the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, "Today, I invite Grandmaster to test the sword!"

Today, let the master try the sword!

As An Jing's voice fell, only the sound of sword chant resounded through the sky, the crisp sound was very strange, and the heart resonated.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Two evil-suppressing swords flew out vertically, and the sword aura filled the sky, forming a world of sword aura in a radius of one mile.

Unparalleled sharpness, chilling the mind.

The next moment, the sky filled with sword energy, as if turning into a torrential rain.

Densely occupying all the sky above the head.

The Hundred-Step Flying Sword combines the sword moves of Yujianshu, and dies with the fierce sword energy in the mighty world.

The old man Qingfeng frowned suddenly, all the true energy in his body surged, and all the cyan light gathered in his palm.

"This breath is too strong, not enough..."

The old man Qingfeng's heart twitched, and he was consuming the essence and blood in his body. He absolutely wanted to make himself invincible, and he could not make any mistakes.

All of a sudden, the wind blew up, and the gravel flew, uprooting the surrounding vegetation.

Misty Rain Six Palms!Swallow the sky!

The old man Qingfeng opened his lips, his eyes became blood red, and as his hand fell, a huge cyan palm print appeared on the sky, like a mountain range falling heavily.

The violent astral wind howled, filling the dense forest for miles around.

Boom!

At that moment, it was as if the heavens and the earth were shaking, and the entire dense forest was filled with billowing waves, and even that kind of vibration was transmitted out of the forest, causing countless waves of energy to erupt above the official road.

How terrifying is this collision? !

The gang wind tore apart, and the sword energy roared.

Feng Lingyue held her breath, with a trace of solemnity in her eyes.

boom!boom!

This is An Jing's powerful blow, and it is also the current peak blow!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sky and the earth are about to explode, the wind and sword energy are all intertwined, and together they meet the palm prints falling from the sky

Shocking!Wonderful!

The sword energy was gradually crushed and shattered by the palm prints, and then disappeared continuously.

Seeing this scene, Feng Lingyue exhaled slightly, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

On the face of the old man Qingfeng, there was also a hint of joy.

He never thought that he would be delighted to defeat a half-step grandmaster.

Click!

It was at this time that the air mechanism was crazily scattered, rushing in all directions, turning into billowing waves, and everything it passed was turned into dust.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire dense forest was in a mess and devastated.

As the Qi continued to dissipate, two figures emerged from the smoke and dust ahead.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The old man Qingfeng stood upright, his torn robes fluttered with the strong wind, and his expression was relieved.

An Jing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his body was half kneeling on the ground, with blood continuously flowing from his mouth, and the Suppressing Evil Sword was inserted into the ground to support his body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The golden Buddha behind it has long since disappeared without a trace, and with it came the powerful sequelae.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough..."

An Jing coughed lightly, not only did blood flow out of his mouth, but his brain felt dizzy, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties.

"You lost." Qingfeng old man took a deep breath and said.

"is it?"

An Jing raised his head slowly, looking at the old man Qingfeng in front of him with a pair of pitch-black eyes, with a forced smile on his lips.

Seeing An Jing's smile, the old man Qingfeng frowned suddenly into a word 'Chuan', and suddenly his face changed suddenly.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!