Feng's attack was naturally extremely clever, but it was a pity that he met Ziqin.

And it was Ziqin in his heyday.

Seeing Ziqin's body hovering in the air like a bird, and then his fist slashed in an incredible arc and hit his face, but the wind was unable to make the slightest countermeasure.

From the time the wind began to attack, to Ziqin's counterattack, to the time when the wind was knocked away, it was only in the blink of an eye, and it was only at this time that Yun reacted.

It's just that Ziqin's people are already standing on the top of the mountain.

He stood there silently, like a long sword unsheathed.

All the way from Dali, there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but the sea of stars made him proud of the spiritual breakthrough, his state of mind has reached the current stage of perfection, thanks to this breakthrough but the mind is empty, the whole person is in an extremely fresh realm.

Part of Ziqin's martial arts comes from the world of ancient heroes, so how much power he can exert depends on his state of mind, and at this time, Ziqin's state of mind is already at its peak.

There is no realm in the world of ancient heroes, and a top master may sometimes be just a worm, just like Yan Shisan's first thirty years, he has no reputation in the rivers and lakes, but sometimes he may be a god, just like Yan Shisan found his own sword path and knew why he worked hard, so fifteen swords came out, so Yan Shisan became an unstoppable existence.

At this time, Ziqin still hasn't found his own way, but his mind has been empty, and there are still too many things in his heart in the main world, but in this famous world, he has already understood a truth, he is just a boy from the rivers and lakes.

People in the rivers and lakes can have conspiracies and tricks, but in the final analysis, it is still force first, if Jin Jiuling's martial arts are so high that he ignores everything, then no matter how smart Lu Xiaofeng is, it is impossible to take Jin Jiuling, if Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is twice as strong, even if the usurpation is recognized.

Whether the battlefield mission is not a task is no longer concerned by Ziqin, and all he cares about is Lu Guanying.

This is his disciple in the Condor World, this is also the Ming Sect Master he appointed, this Jianghu is respected by force, if someone has changed his decision by force at this time, then the only thing he has to do is to change it back by force.

Ziqin has this confidence, in fact, Ziqin feels better than ever at this moment, and he feels that his whole person's spirit has reached an unprecedented state.

Ziqin landed, and there was still silence on the top of the mountain, only the voices of those Mingjiao disciples who seemed to be chanting mantras were echoing.

Ziqin frowned slightly, he didn't like the way he looked now, these Ming Sect disciples should all know him, but now none of them got up and was rude to him, it seemed that he was just an outsider.

It's a bad feeling.

Ziqin's feeling is not good, and there is another person who feels even worse, this person is the wind that was hit by Ziqin, since leaving Persia, the four of them have always been rampant and domineering, from Persia to Tianzhu, to the Western Regions, and then to the Tianshan Mountains, along the way they also encountered a lot of so-called masters, but none of them were the opponents of any of the four of them.

This made the arrogance in the hearts of the four of them swell, so they disobeyed the order of the Persian chief to only ask them to contact the Central Plains Mingjiao, and instead occupied the Central Plains Mingjiao.

In Persia, although Fengyun Thunder and Lightning are the four great messengers, they are only messengers, and there are several people above them who have a higher status than them.

But in the Central Plains, they have already controlled the Holy Maiden, once the Holy Maiden is pushed to the position of the sect leader as a puppet, then the four of them are the Emperor of the Central Plains Ming Sect.

What an insult it is for someone with such a vindictive spirit to be shot away at will, not to mention that the person who shot himself did not attack at the first time, and it seems that he did not treat it as a dish at all.

This kind of underestimation made the wind full of flatulence, and he almost didn't break his belly.

He jumped up from the ground with a roar and rushed towards Ziqin without thinking.

The martial arts of the wind are indeed good, in the Central Plains martial arts, there are only five unique wandering rivers and lakes, more than a hundred years ago, the descendants of those legends and the time period when the inheritance has escaped one after another, the entire Central Plains martial arts may really have no one to stop the wind.

It's just that, again, Feng unfortunately met Ziqin, this Ziqin who shouldn't have appeared here at all.

Feng's fist had already been struck, and it was about to intersect with Ziqin's fist, and Feng was confident that it would only need one blow to shatter Ziqin's fist bones.

However, at this moment, Ziqin's fist suddenly disappeared, and somehow appeared on the chin of the wind.

With a punch to the sky, the figure of the wind soared out again.

Ziqin's punch didn't seem to have the momentum of a peerless master at all, and the whole thing looked like a person who had practiced martial arts for a few days was bullying ordinary people.

However, Yun is eyebrows were deeply locked, and he seemed to have thought of something, and in a flash, he had already stopped the wind that was getting up again and wanted to rush over to find Ziqin.

"He used the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order."

Yun spoke in the ear of the wind, what he said was originally in Persian, and he didn't have to worry about whether Ziqin could hear it, but Ziqin's crushing of the general defeat of the wind made Yun subconsciously fear Ziqin, and he subconsciously chose Persian to speak in such a secret way, plus sticking to the wind's ear to speak.

This sentence suddenly calmed down.

The four of them accompanied the saint to the Central Plains, although it was to contact the Central Plains Ming Sect, but in the final analysis, it was for the Holy Fire Order, or for the martial arts and the great shift of the universe.

It turned out that at this time, the Persian Ming Religion was on the verge of extinction because of the loss of the original of the Great Shift, and most of the extinction of the religion, and at this time, the power of Zoroastrianism rose sharply, and it was not long before Persia was afraid that there would only be Zoroastrianism and no Manichaeism.

However, this sect leader only sent four envoys to escort the holy woman to the Central Plains Ming Sect, in the hope of being able to recover the great movement of the Persian rudder that no longer existed, and the supreme mastery engraved on the Holy Fire Order.

Fengyun Thunder and Lightning had originally germinated ambitions, but he had forgotten this task, and at this time, he saw Ziqin display the martial arts on the Holy Fire Order but remembered this stubble again.

"We were originally the messenger of the Persian Ming Sect, but I don't know if you are the head of the Central Plains Ming Sect."

Feng Yanzi blinked slightly at Ziqin, but he was not a reckless man, how could a person who could actually become an envoy be a reckless man, but the almost invincible along the way before made these four people have a trace of arrogance.

At this moment, when he calmed down, the wind immediately returned to the wind of Persia, which was the wind of one of the four messengers of the general rudder of Mingjiao.

It's just that although the wind has calmed down, how can Ziqin still tolerate their existence.

The Central Plains Ming Sect has been Ziqin's forbidden since Ziqin received the battlefield mission, how can he allow others to get involved, not to mention that Ziqin at this moment is the peak moment, and it is also the moment when the killing intent is the strongest.

The figure suddenly flashed, Ziqin had already appeared beside the wind, and the Xuangang sword in his hand had been unsheathed, still at an incredible angle, still an incredible technique.

Feng's eyes widened, but he couldn't see how Ziqin's sword pierced his heart after all.

Ziqin, who had the long sword out of the wind, had already attacked the clouds, and at this time, Ziqin seemed to understand a little bit why Ximen and Ye Gucheng in the ancient hero world would kill people when they came out of their swords.

Sometimes when you're pushing a skill to its limits, you do need a little bit of stuff on it, like blood.

When Ziqin's sword pulled out of Yun Xinkou's mouth, the latter still had a look of disbelief, in the Persian Ming Sect, the four of them knew the Holy Fire Order martial arts best, because the remaining Holy Fire Order martial arts of the Persian Ming Sect had been guarded by the four of them for generations.

Yun thought that he could avoid Ziqin's sword, and he could escape even if he was not at worst, but he didn't want Ziqin's sword to be raised, but it had already pierced his heart.

This is by no means the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, although it looks very similar, but the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order are certainly not as strong as this.

Yun wanted to shout this sentence out, but he didn't have a chance.

In the main hall, the three of them had another encounter, originally, the three of them squeezed into the main hall strongly, and the left and right envoys of the Central Plains Ming Sect outside the door were almost desperately trying to stop them, but for some reason they finally let the three of them enter.

And it wasn't until they entered the main hall that the three of them found that there was actually a person standing in the main hall.

A man with a white beard and hair, but who looked no more than thirty years old.

Thunderbolt's eyes narrowed, they squinted at the man, like Fengyun, the invincibility of the road from Persia made them arrogant, in their thoughts, unless those Zoroastrian madmen in Persia chased and killed, there should be no one in the Central Plains to be their opponent.

Therefore, even if there was a person in the main hall, they didn't care, but felt that it would be good to have a person in charge, so that as long as this person was subdued, it would be enough to subdue the Central Plains Mingjiao.

"Boy, you are the leader of the Central Plains Ming Sect, I can't see that you are afraid of death at a young age, those disciples of yours outside are ready to be martyred, but you are very leisurely here."

Thunder roared loudly, and the entire hall seemed to tremble with his shout.

This is the result of Lei's powerful internal force surging out, they didn't look at the man in the hall, but they wanted to use this method to scare and play with this man.

It's just that the man stood there quietly like a statue in the roar of thunder, not to mention panicked by the thunder's violent breath, but the man's beard and hair did not flutter for a moment.

At this moment, the thunder and lightning are scary, but they are frightened, the four of them know each other very well, but the lightning also understands how strong the roar of the thunder is, and the roar of the thunder can often scare most of the enemy's soldiers stupidly, at this time, the man with white hair and white beard is unmoved.

If this man is not a cage, he must be a master of extreme force.

And the roar of thunder can produce a real shock wave in this kind of hall, that is, the masonry houses will be shaken, but this man does not move at all, then there is obviously only the latter option, this man is a master.

As soon as he thought of this, Lei Deng's expression became serious, and the two pulled the holy woman behind them and stood side by side opposite the man.

"I'm not the leader of the Central Plains Ming Sect, and I'm afraid I'm old enough to be your grandfather, but those people outside don't need to be martyred, because they are still a little useful to me, so they won't die, but you, you, are about to make me angry, I'm afraid it's not far from death."

The man spoke suddenly, his voice neither high nor generous, but for some reason it gave the thunder and lightning the impression that every word of the man seemed to be God's will.

With these words, the man's figure slowly grew taller in the eyes of Lei Deng, and in a trance, Lei Deng only felt that [***] Bafang was the only man who was respected, and they were just two poor little ants.

"Illusion."

The thunderbolt suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the two figures jumped back in embarrassment, and even the holy maiden didn't care that she had already rushed towards the door of the main hall.

The man sighed slightly, and his feet snapped forward.

Just one step, the man was already blocking the door of the main hall, and the thunderbolt was desperately rushing towards the gate of the main hall, but when he was about three feet away from the man, it seemed to be hit by an invisible spring, and the two of them rebounded back at a speed far faster than rushing over, and fell to the ground of the main hall in embarrassment.

At the top of the mountain, Ziqin killed Yun with a sword, and suddenly a huge roar came from the hall, and suddenly, Ziqin's whole person was tense like a spring, and he could feel a terrifying aura in the hall.

Since coming to the world of eagle shooting, Ziqin has encountered this terrifying aura for the first time, the aura of the old eunuch in the palace is strong, but it is only strong, Ziqin is confident that if the old eunuch does not follow those many little eunuchs, he can kill the old eunuch in seconds now.

Dali, the white-clothed monk Shengxue's aura is ethereal, but Ziqin can also be sure that the person who really fights is definitely not his current opponent.

And this breath in the main hall, Ziqin only felt terrifying, he didn't have the confidence to defeat the owner of the breath in the main hall.

If you have to compare, the person in the hall is like Shangguan Jinhong, the invincible Shangguan Jinhong in the world, but he is definitely not Li Xunhuan, he is at most Ah Fei.

The Xuangang Sword had been returned to its sheath, but Ziqin walked towards the main hall step by step.

In the hall where there is a terrifying aura, if there is a choice, Ziqin will never be willing to face such an opponent, but at this moment, Ziqin's spirit and spirit are at the peak of the state, and he must not be defeated in this state.

A defeat will leave a flaw in the state of mind that can never be repaired, and it will be impossible to pursue the extreme realm of martial arts for the rest of his life.

In the main hall, the white-haired and white-bearded man stood there quietly, he only stopped the thunderbolt from leaving, but he did not kill the thunderbolt, and likewise, he did not embarrass the holy woman.

He just stood there quietly, and then, under the tug of some kind of qi, turned around, and then his gaze met Ziqin's.

"My surname is Li, and I live in the Tianshan Vulture Palace."

The white-haired and white-bearded man was the first to speak, and said a word of self-introduction, his tone and attitude were like two people when he was thundering and lightning, but the aura on the man's body was still strong, with the aura of [***] Eight Desolations and Domination.

Ziqin looked at the white-haired and white-bearded man, and suddenly laughed, very relaxed, and when this smile appeared, the momentum of the white-haired and white-bearded man became even stronger.

The holy woman standing on the side couldn't help but kneel down, and even the thunder and lightning lying on the ground and groaning had already trembled to the ground, looking extremely painful.

"Eight Desolations [***] I respect the Gong alone, but unfortunately, you haven't practiced yet."

Ziqin spoke indifferently in laughter, the white-haired and white-bearded man's face was slightly sideways, but the momentum on his body had dissipated.

"I don't want a set of introductory internal skills to be practiced by you to the current realm, but unfortunately this is also the highest realm, even if you join the advanced Dao Coaching Qi Technique, the improvement is limited."

The man also spit out a sentence, and Ziqin's face changed slightly.

No one knows how many kinds of internal skills there are in the Xiaoyao faction, because the Xiaoyao faction has martial arts all over the world, but there are only three kinds of internal skills that are unique to the Xiaoyao faction, Wuxiang Gong, Northern Shengong, and Eight Desolations [***] Solitary Gong.

Ziqin had also thought about the advantages and disadvantages of the three kinds of internal skills earlier, and it was obvious that the latter two were definitely not comparable to the latter two.

It's just that Ziqin never thought that Wuxianggong would be an entry-level internal skill.

Ziqin did not doubt the words of the white-haired and white-bearded man, and there was no need to tell such a lie to deceive people when they reached their realm, because their state of mind had already been perfected, and even what kind of words could not shake their state of mind.

"There is no phase as the basis, the north is cohesive, and the rivers and seas are the only ones that can be respected, do you understand what it means?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the white-bearded and white-haired man's mouth, and he didn't wait for Ziqin to reply and continued to speak, "Wuxiang Gong is just the foundation of the internal power of this sect, which is to wash the physique, and after the completion of the Wuxiang Gong, the physique will also reach a peak correspondingly, at this time, you can cultivate the Northern Shengong, first dissolve all the internal force of the Wuxiang Gong, and then because there is nothing to absorb the internal force of anyone in the world, when you reach the completion of the Northern Underworld, the internal force has penetrated the heavens and the earth, and it will automatically be transformed into the internal force of the Northern Underworld that integrates the internal force of the world, and at this time you will be able to cultivate the Eight Desolations [***] Only I respect the merit, and at this time you are basically invincible in the world, if you cultivate the Eight Desolations [***] I am the only merit, it will not be a problem to live for hundreds of years, and then the world will naturally be respected by you. ”

The white-haired and white-bearded man's words were very indifferent, but Ziqin's heart suddenly turned over the monstrous waves, he had read the original Tianlong, and naturally remembered the characteristics of the several martial arts that the man said, although I don't know if the man's words were exaggerated, but judging from the original book alone, these martial arts seem to be able to really be connected in this way.

Carefree faction, Murong Longcheng, Ziqin thought of the appearance of the old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and then he was shocked, according to the words of the man in front of him, Murong Longcheng obviously should not be like that.

Even if you do the math and count Murong is only more than two hundred years old, as the founder of the Xiaoyao School, he naturally knows all martial arts, and they are all in the realm of Dacheng, but why did he become a sweeping monk.

"Are you willing to be my disciple and become the next head of the Loose Sect."

When Ziqin was dizzy, the white-haired and white-bearded man spoke again, but this sentence shocked Ziqin fiercely.

(To be continued)