At this time, the earth-shattering drum sound came from a distance, followed by a loud shout, a large number of people, but neat, Yang Qingfeng listened, as if it was a sect leader, something blessing or something.

Wu Xiaomeng, the old man in white, and Lou Lao Liu all looked frightened, and they knelt on the ground, and hundreds of people in the audience also fell to the ground.

The people of the Huashan faction looked at each other, at a loss, and there were timid people with weak legs, and they had to kneel down, but fortunately, someone next to them pulled them, so they barely stood up.

The drums are getting closer and closer, and the shouts are heard much more clearly, and the kneeling people in the martial arts arena are also shouting, Yang Qingfeng heard clearly this time, it is "Yin Yang Holy Sect, the sect leader is here, and the gods and ghosts are avoided." As soon as the drum sounded, he shouted, "The sect leader blesses, all diseases are eliminated, and the sect leader gives an order, which is the luck of my generation." Eventually, the drumming stopped, and the shouting died down.

Yang Qingfeng saw more than a dozen people surrounding a small sedan chair carried by four people and landed at the highest point of the martial arts arena. There was silence in the field, and he stared at the sedan curtain, wanting to see what the legendary leader of the Holy Sect looked like, but the sedan curtain did not open, and an old man next to him raised his hands high, and said, "The sect leader blesses all diseases." ”

The kneeling crowd said in unison, "Sect leader is benevolent, thank you for the picture." ”

Yang Qingfeng thought it was funny, he didn't do anything, just raised his hand and blessed it?

He said to the old man in white, "What blessing has he given?"

The old man in white slammed his head on the ground, not making a sound and not daring to move.

Yang Qingfeng asked Wu Xiaomeng again, "Why are you so afraid of him." ”

Mai Xiaomeng didn't answer, but her body trembled in fright.

He pushed Lou Lao Liu and said, "Don't you feel ashamed? Such a tall man crawls on the ground and bows, but that person doesn't miss his head." Then he said to the old man next to the sedan chair, "Then old man, let me ask you, what have you given them? ”

Lou Lao Liu said to Yang Qingfeng vigorously, "Silence, silence." ”

Yang Qingfeng smiled angrily and said, "Why are you silent?"

Lou Lao Liu lowered his rough voice and said, "It is forbidden to speak during the blessing period. ”

Yang Qingfeng liked this honest man very much, and couldn't bear to look at him like this, so he pulled it up hard, and said, "Kneeling to the sky, kneeling to the parents, kneeling to the teacher, why kneel on a broken sedan chair." ”

Lou Lao Liu's face was bloodless in fright, and he knelt down again.

This is the first time that Yang Qingfeng has felt the horror of the cult, which hollows out people's brains and pinchs their hearts, and does not allow you to have any suspicions, let alone other ideas.

After a long wait, the "blessing" was finally completed, and everyone went through the baptism of "blessing", as if they were reborn, they ignited their high morale, looking at Yang Qingfeng, looking at the eyes of the disciples of the Huashan faction with anger, they hated those who did not accept the baptism, especially Yang Qingfeng, and verbally collided with the divine power of the sect leader and questioned the benevolence of the sect leader!

The old man came to the ring, looked at Yang Qingfeng and said, "The sect leader's benevolence is comparable to the sun and the moon, he gives you two a choice, either go with us or take out the sword spectrum." ”

Yang Qingfeng looked at the old man in front of him and said, "What if I don't choose either?"

The old man muttered, "That's a pity, the grade will be buried in the ground at a young age." ”

Yang Qingfeng put the long sword on his chest and said, "Let me see the mastery of my predecessors." ”

A subordinate handed over a cane, and the old man took it, and said, "The left envoy of the Yin and Yang Holy Sect, the immortal immortal, the wisp Qingke, please give advice." ”

Yang Qingfeng said, "Huashan faction, Yang ...... The wind is blowing, please advise. ”

One is on crutches and the other is carrying a sword, both of whom know that the other party is a master, so they dare not move first, for fear that the other party will see his tricks and fight back, who strikes first, who loses the initiative!

For a long time, Yang Qingfeng was still young, he couldn't wait, and said in his heart, "The other party is called an immortal immortal, and his lifespan should not be comparable to him, rather than dying of old age, it is better to be killed." He stabbed with his sword, and Wei Qingke knew that this was a false move, so he only raised his crutch slightly as if to block it, but in fact, the two weapons did not touch. He was waiting for Yang Qingfeng's back move, and sure enough, Yang Qingfeng stabbed a sword and changed the blade of the sword halfway, changing from stabbing to picking.

The old man's eyes flashed, and Yang Qingfeng said secretly, "Not good!"

Wisp Qingke was already in front of his chest, Yang Qingfeng leaned back, dodged a blow in embarrassment, did not dare to hesitate, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, only to straighten his body, the crutches were already on his back, at this time it was too late to dodge, so he had no choice but to carry the long sword behind him, mobilize his internal force, and prepare to take a crutch.

"Poof" Yang Qingfeng spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was smashed two feet away, lying on the ground motionless.

Everyone exclaimed, if Yang Qingfeng was defeated, the Huashan faction would be removed from the martial arts from now on.

He lay on the ground and felt that there was nothing unusual in his body, and he was amazed, as if someone else had just been limped by, and he got up from the ground and shouted, "Happy!"

Wei Qingke was taken aback, and said secretly, "This young man's internal strength is so deep, he can actually take a turn and be safe and sound, but fortunately, he is still young." ”

Yang Qingfeng's eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the wisp Qingke, moving in broken steps under his feet, and then jogging, approaching the front, the soles of his feet were forced, suddenly urgent, ejected out, wisps Qingke waved his crutches to block, Yang Qingfeng's figure flashed behind him, he hurried to the right to open the distance, but Yang Qingfeng appeared like a ghost in every direction of his front and back, the speed was staggering, after a few parries, Wisp Qingke laughed, and said, "Naughty tight." ”

It turned out that although Yang Qingfeng's body was fast, his tricks couldn't keep up with the pace, and he saw the figure flickering, and the number of times he took out the sword was pitiful, and he often turned around a few times before stabbing a sword.

Yang Qingfeng saw that he was recognized, stopped and smiled.

Wisp Qingke swung his crutch and smashed it, Yang Qingfeng stretched out his sword and stabbed directly, Wisp Qingke was secretly happy, such desperate moves, Qiandonkey's skills were poor, he couldn't fight with his life, he dodged the sword blade, smashed it again, Yang Qingfeng turned on his crutch again, the long sword in his hand stabbed to the chest, Wisp Qingke was furious, he had no choice but to give up the offensive, retract the crutch and block, more than ten rounds in a row, all so, he didn't move, Yang Qingfeng didn't move, he turned out, Yang Qingfeng took out the sword.

Finally, he realized that this move seemed to be a fight for his life, but it was actually a very clever move, so it seemed that defeat was only a matter of time.

The more Yang Qingfeng fought, the happier he became, and he finally comprehended the breakthrough of the supreme sword technique. At the moment, I have a lot of confidence to defeat my opponent, but I want to experience this feeling more.

Wei Qingke didn't like this feeling, secretly complained, gritted his teeth and said, "All the sect members listen to the order, don't leave a single mouth alive, kill them all!"

Yang Qingfeng was furious and said, "Don't!" His subordinates stabbed six swords in a row, the sword was fatal, the wisp Qingke could dodge the five swords, the sixth sword was not in a hurry, the long sword passed through the chest, and the tip of the sword broke out from the back......