Energetic.

In the face of Song Mingjing's aggressive attack, Master Yan Repentance used a pair of fleshy palms to evolve the emptiness, and the soft air swirled to resist the continuous blows that were like rivers rushing.

If Song Mingjing's true qi is like a raging fire, hot and fierce, then Master Yan's qi is like a net, weaving a seamless heavenly garment, unfolding a dripping defense.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides have exchanged hands for more than fifty moves, and the empty Ming palm is like a copper wall blocked in front of him, and Song Mingjing still can't help it.

Even if Yan Cheng occasionally revealed a flaw, before Song Mingjing could find a gap and attack, he flipped his palms, like the most experienced sewing craftsman, and immediately made up for this flaw.

Song Mingjing had to admit that the empty Ming palm did have its own unique and clever features, and once it was used, it was flowing and endless.

But that's exactly what he wants.

For Song Mingjing, Yan Confession is like a furnace that melts gold and smelts iron, absorbing the essence of the other party's moves and refining the impurities in his own martial arts in the continuous confrontation with him.

It is not difficult for him to win, as long as he improves his skills, he can reduce ten times with one force, and it is in vain to let no matter how subtle the technique of repentance is.

But if you use your strength to break the empty palm, even if you win, the only one who wins is cultivation, but you can count it as a defeat in terms of moves.

Hula!

The speed of the two fights is getting faster and faster, one green and one yellow, the two figures come and go, flickering east and west, vertical and horizontal, and the strong wind turns into a rapidly rotating dragon with the catharsis of the true power between the two.

The people watching the battle around gradually discovered that not to mention seeing the shots of Song Mingjing and Yan Cheng clearly, they couldn't even see their faces clearly, and there seemed to be dozens of phantom flashes in the field, and people couldn't grasp the true bodies of the two.

"This is the martial arts of the first person in the Central Plains martial arts? I even want to snatch the Great Sun Nyorai Curse from him, it's really beyond my strength, it's ridiculous. ”

Phantom Sea, Yinguang and other Western Xia monks turned pale when they saw it, and cold sweat fell like rain on their foreheads.

"But although Yan Repentance is strong, the one surnamed Song is even more unfathomable, and I want to avenge the broken arm of Senior Brother Yinsong, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."

The situation in the field seemed to be evenly matched, but Phantom Sea and the others still remembered Song Mingjing's amazing sword before, and until now, the latter had not used that sword qi stunt again.

Bang!

Song Mingjing waved his palm, wrapped in surging energy, like a long river rushing, a huge wave like a dragon, breaking through the river and rising into the sky, containing a huge impact.

The next moment, the palms struck, and the force followed Song Mingjing, and Yan regretted his feet to the ground to vent, but listening to the click, the crisp popping sound was endless, and the bluestone ground around him seemed to be run over by dozens of rolling mills, and it was shattered in the undulating curve.

Whoosh!

The rubble splashed, like a dense torrential rain, and catapulted in all directions.

Yan repented and let out a low cry, his sleeves spread, and the clouds flew like clouds, fluttering away the gravel that swept towards him.

Song Mingjing's expression moved slightly, but he noticed a trace of stagnation between the repentant moves, and his figure took advantage of the momentum to rise, rolled upside down, and suddenly flew across the air for nearly four feet, and fell like a feather on a big drum standing on the right side of the martial arts arena.

Immediately, the strength of his feet burst out, and the big drum made a roar, and it was picked up with a light flick on the ground.

Song Mingjing's body rose up, swept his legs in the air, and hit the center of the big drum.

The loud drum sound of "Dong" echoed throughout the audience, like a muffled thunder explosion, and the hands could not be embraced, and the big drum weighing more than 100 catties shot out like a leather ball, and smashed into Yan Regret with a bang.

The momentum was extremely fast, and the distance of several zhang passed in a flash, and the evil wind was blowing down.

It was too late to dodge, his face was solemn, his palms swirled, and the power of Kongming's palm urged out without reservation, and he struck a blow in the air.

Bang!

As if bombarded by a cannonball, the drum shattered in pieces, scattering fragments in all directions.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T Yan regret staggered under his feet, his body couldn't help but take a few steps back, abnormal blood was born on his thin and sallow face, the sleeves of his robe were cracked, and his withered hands were soft and boneless, hanging down softly.

Song Mingjing landed steadily, his complexion was calm, and the whole person seemed to be as calm as returning from a trip to the suburbs, but he only stood still, and had no intention of making another move.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked at the field in a daze, and the needles could be heard.

After a while, Yan Cheng regained some strength, and there seemed to be a sigh in his tone, but he also said calmly: "The layman's martial arts are world-famous, looking around the contemporary martial arts, I am afraid that no one can match it, and the old monk is willing to bow down." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Zhao woke up from his stunned mind, and an exclamation of "ah" came out, as if he couldn't believe it, and the rest of the monks were also in an uproar, with different expressions.

It stands to reason that the four major family members are empty, and fame and fortune do not linger, but in the red dust, who can really see through the word fame and fortune.

Neither the Buddha nor the sages can do it.

Xiangguo Temple as the Great Song Temple, and Yan regret this martial arts people recognized as the "first master" in the town, Xiangguo Temple monks have always been proud of this, now listen to Yan regret admit defeat, thinking that the throne of the first person in the martial arts has changed hands since then, a monk can not help but be a little at a loss.

Phantom Sea, Yinguang and the other Western Xia monks also had complicated expressions, and they regretted defeat, which was what they wanted to see, but unfortunately it was not defeated in the hands of their Western Xia people.

Song Mingjing shook his head.

Repentance was not defeated at his hands, but by aging.

Yan Cheng is already a septuagenarian after all, even if he has not put down his internal strength and practice over the years, and his skills have become more and more mellow, but his qi, blood and energy are far inferior to those in his prime.

It is because of the first one or two hundred moves that Yan Regret can still compete with Song Mingjing, and the defense is impeccable, and even suppressed Song Mingjing for a time, but after two hundred moves, Yan Regret is not strong, even if Song Mingjing presses his strength to a level with him, he still shows a declining trend, and finally he is powerless to resist.

"It's just that the layman's martial arts are too domineering and dangerous, which really hurts the heavens and the peace, and I hope that the layman will make good use of this peerless martial art, and act in the future to be forgiving and forgiving, and create less bad karma."

Repentance is persuasion.

Song Mingjing is a martial artist, among which the most ferocious and dangerous is the Chitian Absolute Hand, although he has not used it when he fought with Yan Confession, but after all, he has not yet reached the realm of doing what he wants, even if he uses other martial arts, it will inevitably bring a trace of anger that belongs to the Red Sky Absolute Hand, which makes Yan Confession aware of it.

"This doesn't bother the master to worry about, how can people in the rivers and lakes tie their hands and feet and tie their minds?" Song Mingjing said lightly, his eyes shifted, and he looked at the entrance of the martial arts arena.

"What's more, even if I don't trouble others, others may not necessarily let Song go."

Thundered!

Accompanied by the sound of the collision of gold and iron equipment, dozens of elite armor soldiers poured in at the entrance of the martial arts arena, all with solemn expressions and fierce breaths.

Sou! Whoosh!

There are also vigorous figures jumping out on the other walls of the martial arts arena, blocking all sides, but listening to the sound of "choking and choking" swords out of the sheath is endless, they are also dressed up as elite soldiers and strong armor, roughly swept away, plus dozens of soldiers and armor pouring in at the entrance, I am afraid that there are not nearly 300 people, and the entire martial arts arena is surrounded by a net.

"That's right, you surnamed Song murdered officials, flouted the laws of the imperial court, were heinous, and the crime was extremely heinous, and you even had the audacity to sneak into the capital, today my Imperial City Division is out of the horse, let you stick your wings and can't escape!"

A black-armored warrior stood on the wall, holding a knife in his hand, and spoke in a cold voice.