Chapter 139 The Eagle King is old and strong, fighting Shaolin Wudang alone

The main altar of Mingjiao is bright, and the wide square in front of the Guangming Hall is full of people, and the number of people on this side of the Guangming Hall is small, and everyone is drenched in blood, or sitting, or lying, it is the side of Mingjiao that is exhausted.

At this moment, not only the ordinary members of the Ming Sect, but even the top masters of the Ming Sect, such as Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and Wusanren, were all sitting in the middle of the Ming Sect with pale faces, and at a glance, they knew that they were even reluctant to act now, let alone fighting the enemy, it was indeed caused by the sneak attack of Cheng Kun in the previous body.

On the opposite side of the Mingjiao people, the number of people is several times more, divided into six pieces, obviously the six major sects are all together, forming a situation of encirclement of the Mingjiao people.

"Bang, bang......" I suddenly heard the sound of fists and feet colliding, it turned out to be in the middle of the square, and there were two people fighting. Although both sides are bare-handed, they see the shadow of the claw in the sky, the wind howling, and the strength can reach several zhang away, obviously the two people who are fighting are the top masters of the acquired realm.

The faster the figures of the two turned, the faster they fought. Suddenly, the two of them intersected with each other, and then they remained motionless, and the movement and static were so freely transformed, revealing the two of them The experience of facing the enemy.

These two people, one of them is Yin Tianzheng, the only remaining top master on the Mingjiao side who can still do it; The other person is the empty wisdom of one of the four great monks of Shaolin Temple's "Seeing and Hearing Wisdom".

Yin Tianzheng was majestic, his eyes were blazing, and there seemed to be lightning flashing; Kong Zhi has a peaceful face, and there is no wave in his eyes, and there is not a trace of ripples. Both of them are like a tide of internal force, surging towards each other wave after wave, endlessly......

Not long after, Yin Tianzheng and Kong Zhi all had a trace of heat coming out of their heads, and they were indeed competing with each other to the last moment.

Everyone present, whether it was the Ming Sect or the six major sects, all held their breath and condensed, their eyes staring at the two of them without blinking, all worried about the safety of their own people.

You must know that top masters in the late stage of the world such as Yin Tianzheng and Kong Zhi, the competition for internal strength is the most dangerous, and if you are not careful, it is likely to be a lose-lose ending, and even more worried about your life.

"Hah!"

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Yin Tianzheng and Kong Zhi shouted in unison, poured all their four palms into their strength, and each took six or seven steps back in a row before they could barely gain a foothold. It was indeed an equal fight, but there was no winner or loser.

Yin Tianzheng's voice was like a bell, and he hugged his fists and said: "Old monk, your internal cultivation has entered the realm of transformation, and the old man admires it!" But it's a matter of life and death for my sect, and the old man really has to defend the sect with his own body, do you still have to fight with the old man again? ”

"Amitabha, Lord Yin's miraculous skills are outstanding, and the poor monks are also admired, even if this battle is a draw." Kong Zhi whispered a Buddha horn, and there was no sense of admiration in his tone. But he didn't want to continue to fight with Yin Tianzheng, so he calmly retreated to the Shaolin Temple camp.

At present, the situation is very clear, only Yin Tianzheng is left on the Mingjiao side and can barely fight again, and there are not a few masters on his side who have not yet made a move, and there is really no need for Kong Zhi to fight with Yin Tianzheng to lose both.

Sure enough, Kong Zhi had just retreated, and another person rushed out, standing in front of Yin Tianzheng with a horizontal sword, it was Yin Liting, the six heroes of the Wudang faction.

Song Yuanqiao and the others were anxious when they saw this, but it was too late to stop them at this time, so they could only be secretly anxious. With the relationship between Wudang and the Heavenly Eagle Sect's in-laws, no matter if any of the two Yin Tianzheng and Yin Liting were damaged, it was not something they didn't want to see. What's the matter, Yin Liting has been holding grudges against Mingjiao, or more precisely Yang Xiao, for a long time, and they really don't want to hinder each other too much.

Yin Liting first gave a deep salute, and then said in a deep voice: "Senior Yin, with the relationship between the Wudang Sect and the Heavenly Eagle Sect, the younger generation should not take advantage of the danger of others, but my enmity with that Yang Xiao is as deep as the sea, and I really have to kill him today." Besides, our six major sects are coming for Mingjiao this time, and Yin's predecessors have already broken away from Mingjiao and established themselves in the Heavenly Eagle Sect, so why bother wading into this troubled water again, let's lead your sect down the mountain. ”

"Hey......" Yin Tianzheng sighed lightly, he did know that Yin Liting and Yang Xiao's "hatred for taking his wife", but how could he allow him to make any concessions at this juncture? Immediately shook his head and said: "Yin Liuxia, the old man is one of the four great protectors of the Ming Sect, although he has set up his own door, but the Ming Sect is in trouble, how can the old man betray the old feelings and stay out of the matter?" You can do it......" said and took a step forward, his hands became claws, and his two white eyebrows trembled slightly, awe-inspiring.

"In this way, the juniors have offended ......" Yin Liting stopped talking nonsense, the long sword in his hand stabbed straight out, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and in an instant, it turned into dozens of sword shadows, and quickly pointed to several points on Yin Tianzheng's chest. Although this move is extraordinary, it is not a killer move, it is true that he still has a trace of sanity in his heart, and he does not want to really fight to the death with Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng obviously also saw Yin Liting's intentions, his left hand rushed out, and then pressed down hard, and Yin Liting's move was resolved, but he did not attack with a backhand, which can be regarded as a reciprocation.

Yin Liting knew that if he had always been worried, after all, he would not be able to pass Yin Tianzheng's pass, so he immediately gritted his teeth, and the offensive was completely launched, the sword was light, elegant, or dignified, and when the sword light opened and closed, it became faster and faster, and it became more and more powerful.

Yin Tianzheng is a wandering figure, a pair of claws that seem to be cast of fine iron, sometimes opening and closing, clumsy and clever; Sometimes it was as fast as a storm, and Yin Li Pavilion fought quickly, calmly and calmly resolved Yin Li Ting's offensive into nothing.

"Senior Yin, beware of ......" Suddenly, Yin Liting let out a clear whistle from his mouth, and his swordsmanship changed, and the long sword seemed to have turned into a soft belt, gently tortuous, and erratic, it was the seventy-two roads of the Wudang faction "Finger Twisting Soft Sword".

Yin Tianzheng had never seen this kind of swordsmanship, and he didn't notice that he was stabbed in the left arm by Yin Liting's sword move. However, he is also a top master who has been famous for a long time, and with a stretch and flick of his right arm, he has already snatched the long sword in Yin Liting's hand; At the same time, his left hand was also clasped on Yin Liting's shoulder, as long as his five fingers were slightly forced, he could crush Yin Liting's shoulder.

"The old man has been in a position for half his life, and he has never lost a move and a half in a move, a good Wudang Zhang Zhenren, hey......" Yin Tianzheng sighed sadly, let go of Yin Liting's shoulder, and handed the long sword back to Yin Liting, ignoring the wound on his left arm that was gushing with blood.

Yin Liting stood on the spot, and subconsciously took the long sword, but he knew that although he won one move first, he still lost the result. If Yin Tianzheng had the heart to be heavy-handed, he was afraid that his whole day arm would be wasted. Thinking that the blades in his hands were all seized by Yin Tianzheng, he felt even more ashamed......