It is also true, although martial arts cultivation is difficult, there is no spiritual root limit, there are far more martial artists than cultivators, if the Qing Ying Sect, or Qin Ling, has the ability to create a large number of high-level martial artists, this is extremely terrifying, it will break the balance of power in the cultivation world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at the disciples of the Qingying Sect again, except for the dozens of Spear Mountain Taoist priests who surrendered in the past, there are very few real cultivators, just a few of them, and more than eighty percent of them are martial artists.

Hou Chengfeng is also aggrieved and abnormal, he is not in an absolute disadvantage for the time being, he is too seriously injured and has not suffered, but his robe has been cut several times, but he is tied, and the opponent's sword is dense and delicate, under the siege, his true yuan consumption is extremely huge, and he can't spare his hands to replenish, on the other hand, it is a martial artist, muscles and bones, qi and flesh can burst out with powerful power, even if the qi pill is exhausted, it can hold on for a while.

He knew that if he continued like this, he might become the first primordial old monster in the world to be defeated at the hands of a martial artist, and he would leave a strong mark in the history of cultivation, which he could never bear.

"Great Elder, why don't you do it yet?" Hou Chengfeng urged loudly.

Jiang Haichao also noticed that the situation was not good, and while he was frightened, he also knew that he couldn't delay it any longer, so he raised it violently, instantly pushed it to the apex, and stabbed at Qinling with a knife.

His knife technique is also a knife technique, at first glance, the speed is extremely fast, the trajectory is unpredictable, and there are people in the audience who shout good, but Qin Ling knows that Jiang Hailiu's knife technique only has its appearance, form, and has its own knife intent, but it lacks God.

After all, not everyone has the opportunity to get the true spirit inheritance of the ancestor.

"Let me show you, what is the real solution to the knife!"

Qin Ling smiled coldly and waved his knife to meet him!

"Dang!"

The two knives slammed together, and Qin Ling retreated more than ten steps before he could barely stand still, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ahh

Qin Muqing persuaded: "It's okay, this guy is often injured, and being injured is not a bad thing." “

Indeed, although Jiang Haichao only shook his shoulders slightly, and seemed to have the upper hand, in fact, he himself understood that his sword technique was broken, and he only barely won by relying on the majestic true yuan in the late Yuan Infant period, but his body was by no means uncomfortable.

Trapped because he was a senior master, he couldn't rely on retreating to dissolve his strength, nor could he use vomiting blood to reduce the burden on his viscera, he couldn't afford to lose that face, and he could only bear the continuous explosion and radiation power caused by the invasion of the primordial true yuan into his body.

"What's going on with your true element?"

Jiang Haichao asked in shock.

"This is what I earned with my life! Come again!" Qin Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swung his knife again!

"Dangdang, dang!"

All of a sudden, the two knives struck, making a deafening sound, and the strength lifted the bluestone floor piece by piece, smashing it in all directions like a cannonball, and Qinling was also repelled again and again, but if you look closely, his spirit is getting stronger and stronger, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

On the contrary, the momentum of the river and sea tide is constantly shrinking.

It seems that the situation on the field gives people an illusion, if they keep fighting, maybe Jiang Haichao will not be able to hold on first.

"This ......"

Many people's eyes shot a look of shock, Jiang Haichao is a veteran Yuan Infant in the late stage, and Qin Ling is only a new Yuan Infant in the early stage, a little more than two years after a full fight, it can match Jiang Haichao, who has hundreds of years of cultivation and experience, which completely subverts their world view, outlook on life and cultivation outlook.

Qin Ling is more and more comfortable, since he entered the Yuan infant stage, he has no time to run in the newly obtained Primal True Yuan and radiation power, and he also lacks a strong opponent to squeeze his potential.

And Jiang Haichao played this role very well, just like a hammer tempering Qinling, removing the turnips and preserving the essence, making his weird true yuan, Yuanying realm and the ox knife method more and more integrated.

It is like a treasure knife, only after being tempered can it reach the world.

Qin Ling felt that his true yuan operation was becoming more and more proficient, and even some of the experience of the first life was gradually integrated with himself.

"Qin Ling's knife technique suddenly changed, from delicate and weird to wide open and closed, and the first three knives were straight slashed!

"Dang!"

Jiang Haichao hurriedly waved his knife sideways.

A huge force came with the knife, and it was slashed back.

Before he could recover his strength, the second knife came!

"When!" The first force did not disappear, and the second force was superimposed, Jiang Haichao took two steps back, and there was an extra gap on the knife that was the size of a grain of rice!

You must know that the quality of his magic weapon sharp knife is quite high, and it has the support of a strong True Yuan, and it is on a par with the Burning Sun Knife, and now it has been split into a gap, which shows that it is no longer able to resist the True Yuan of Qin Ling.

"Dang!"

Jiang Haichao had not yet stood firm, and it was the third knife, which slashed at the gap, and the three qi forces were superimposed, and with a click, his magic weapon sharp knife broke from the break.

The magic weapon was connected to the heart, Jiang Haichao spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, he looked at the broken knife in his hand in disbelief, his hands were trembling slightly, and then he looked at Qin Ling, his face was ashen!

Qin Ling did not take advantage of the situation to attack again, but while pranayama, he realized the mystery of this move, because he could feel that Jiang Haichao's body exuded an aura of decay, as if he had suddenly entered old age, and he no longer had any fighting spirit.

Defeated, Jiang Haichao defeated!

A large number of people stood up in the audience, and the battle next door also spontaneously stopped, Wang Xinmei and other eight masters surrounded Hou Chengfeng and stopped attacking, the scene was as silent as death, no one spoke!

Yes, Jiang Haichao, the veteran master of the late Yuan Infant period, was defeated by Qin Ling, the old guys' expressions were extremely emotional, and the young disciples were full of excitement in their eyes, which marked the end of the old era, and a new era was slowly kicking off!

Especially Ye Lingshuang, Qin Muqing and other Qin Ling's family members and friends, as well as the people of the Qing Ying Sect, clenched their fists tightly, looking at Qin Ling without blinking.

Chi Ling asked in a low voice, "Did Doctor Qin win?"

"Hmm!" Li Caifeng nodded violently: "Yes, Senior Brother Qin has won!"

"Hey~~" Ming Jianxiao sighed, her voice was full of remorse and bitterness, she also secretly glanced at Ming Qiuyue, although Ming Qiuyue's face was cold and clear, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly, showing that her heart was by no means calm.

The people of the Jiang family in the field also looked at Qin Ling with complicated expressions, all of them were dumbfounded.

After a while, Jiang Haichao said: "What is this trick called?"

Qinling said: "Three waves of the Yangtze River!"

In fact, there was no Yangtze River in his previous life, but there was a Yangjiang River nearly 100 million kilometers long, with turbulent waves and a water surface as wide as the sea.

The highest qi can be stacked to the ninth layer, but Qin Ling has just used it, and he is not too proficient, and the triple stacking is already his limit, so it is the Yangtze River triple wave.

"The three stacked waves of the Yangtze River, the three stacked waves of the Yangtze River, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the back waves are superimposed on the front waves!" Jiang Haichao muttered, and sighed for a long time: "You can realize such a strange trick, you can be called a generation of grandmasters, but unfortunately, time can't go back to the past, and the great opportunity for the revitalization of my Medicine King Palace has slipped away, it is my Jiang family who has been blinded by selfish desires, it's a pity, it's a pity." “

Jiang Haichao is like an old man who is about to die, constantly chattering about pity, and anyone can see his remorse.

Cheng Miaozhen screamed: "Great Elder, but he killed Chu He, Xia Han died because of him, and Yun Tian didn't know where to go because of his madness, this hatred and hatred, is it just that?"

"Shut up!" Qin Ling scolded, swept Cheng Miaozhen with cold eyes, and then said: "Jiang Chuhe was killed by me, he wants to deal with my family to blackmail me, this kind of person is innocent, although Jiang Xiahan died for me, the murderer who killed her was Kunlun Yu Zhenzi, Jiang Yuntian went crazy and I was also surprised, but in the final analysis, it was his bad heart that attacked me when my master's pregnant and infant mana was lost, he deserved it, I said a long time ago, your Jiang family is suffering from the retribution of the world!"

Originally, I was going to smash your dantian and abolish cultivation, but for the sake of you being Xia Han's mother, I will spare you this time, you go, from now on, my old accounts between Qinling and the Medicine King Palace will be written off, and you will deal with me again, don't complain that I don't miss the love of the same door as before. “

"You ......" Cheng Miaozhen was so bold that she didn't dare to answer, and then looked at the people of the Jiang family around her, all of them were dodging and dodging, which obviously lost the courage to provoke Qin Ling.

"Hahahaha~~" At this moment, a long laugh came: "What a big breath, you want to write off the old account, have you ever asked me if Kunlun agrees, huh?"

In the sky, on a white cloud, ten old Taoists floated slowly, like a god descending to earth.

"Immortals?" Deng Cao glared and exclaimed.

Qin Muqing said with a solemn face: "This is not an immortal, just a cultivator, this white cloud is Kunlun's magic weapon, specially used to carry people." “

"You are Qin Ling, kneel!" An old Taoist in the middle suddenly pointed at Qin Ling, and a huge coercion pressed down out of thin air.

Qin Ling suddenly felt like a mountain pressing on his body, crushing his heart, full of a will that he had to surrender.

"Yang God, even Yang God is not qualified to let me kneel!"

In just an instant, Qin Ling's face was flushed, his whole body trembled violently, his bones rattled, and sweat rolled down, but he still stood straight.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly: "See how long you can last? Kneel!" he said, increasing the pressure.

"Old miscellaneous hair, plant it down!"

Wang Xinmei and the others pointed to the sky and scolded.

Lao Dao glanced at him coldly, and suddenly, every disciple of the Qing Ying Sect in the field was violently shocked, and he could no longer stand still, and was pressed to the ground.

"It's ...... Yang God Master?" asked Gu Lei cautiously to Shou Zhuo.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable~~" Shou clumsily shook his head: "This is Kunlun's Jade Xuanzi Zhenren, a half-step Yang God cultivator, infinitely close to the Yang God, and only one Heavenly Thunder Tribulation away from the Yang God." “

The disciples of all factions were shocked, and the half-step Yang God pressed down on the middle stage of the Golden Pill with one look, so how strong would the Yang God be?

Under the pressure of the half-step Yang God, can Qin Ling support it?"