readx;? Zong Yun has been lonely since he was a child, and it was his master Wang Daoming who raised him as an adult, and taught him the Tao, passed on his divine skills to self-improvement, cultivated his body and mind and was free, and became a handsome leader in many sub-sects of the Nanwu School and even the entire Quanzhen Dao. Pen %Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info ΔΔ Chinese ΔNet┡.*

It is precisely because of this that Zong Yun, whose legal name is Zhang Benling, got the rune sword passed on by Ancestor Wang Chongyang to Patriarch Tan Chuduan, and can be called the most orthodox heir of the younger generation of the Nanwu faction.

Although he has absolute confidence in his swordsmanship, in the face of a White Bull Sect Saint Sect Leader like Wei Qian, Zong Yun only talked to him for a few words, and then he was shaken by the other party's Dao heart, which led to a violent nature, and his mind fluctuated, inexplicably irritable and violent, with Zong Yun's Taoism, this is a very incredible thing!

It is precisely because of the weird and powerful feeling that Wei Qian gives people that Zong Yun is the strongest mastery as soon as he makes a move, and it is passed on from the peerless sword move created by Patriarch Wang Chongyang, unloading the armor!

It is said that Wang Chongyang's ancestor opened the gate of heaven with a sword, and flew up to the southern heavenly dome, and the group of many giant spirit gods will come to stop it, and the Chongyang ancestor will take the heavens and clouds as a sword, and a sword will remove the armor of nine thousand six, and the heavenly soldiers and gods will all be easy!

Of course, these legends are too ethereal, believe in it or not, it varies completely from person to person, if you don't believe it, you will laugh it off, and if you really believe it, you will sharpen your Taoist heart, and you may be able to get some understanding, all depending on your personal fortune and practice.

However, the Quanzhen Dao has really passed down a supreme swordsmanship of the Chongyang Ancestor, which is really called the armor removal sword technique, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and has also become Zong Yun's strongest mastery.

Zong Yun stabbed out with a sword, Wei Qian couldn't resist it at all, in fact, he didn't resist either!

When the blade of the sword pressed against his left heart, Zong Yun finally controlled the sword momentum, and the rune sword was like a raging wild horse unwilling to be pulled by the reins, trembling to himself!

"Why don't you hide!"

The rune sword trembled violently, although it was able to withstand Wei Qian's left heart socket, but the sharp blade seemed to emit an invisible sword qi outside, and it actually twisted Wei Qian's clothes, revealing his strong chest!

Wei Qian seemed to have expected that Zong Yun would not kill him, he looked down at the rune sword, and then tapped his fingers, and the sword jingled crisply, but Wei Qian smiled at Zong Yun suspiciously.

"You lost again, in front of me, what if you are a martial arts master? ”

"Are there still few people killed by my Zhang Benling!" Zong Yun shouted in a low voice with some annoyance, the tip of the sword advanced another half an inch, and Wei Qian still did not retreat and dodge!

"You have killed a lot of people, but you have never killed innocent people, but all the people you kill are damned people, in the end, you are still too weak, do you know what makes you weak?"

"It's a good thought, it's a ridiculous and pathetic good thought, you know that I am the Holy Sect Master of the White Bull Sect, and you know that I am not an innocent person, but you think that you are stronger than this seat, you regard this seat as a weak, you don't want to kill the defenseless weak, you want to fight me in a dignified and honest manner, your ridiculous good thoughts are the things that make you weak!"

"When you entered the White Bull Sect, this seat did not summon you, but asked Bai Guanyin to send you a word, do you remember?"

Zong Yun was said by Wei Qian, and the sword momentum suddenly weakened by three points, although he wanted to continue to stab the sword blade in, but he couldn't do it!

He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help but think of the sentence that Bai Guanyin gave him when he entered the White Bull Sect.

"Don't hate or pity your enemy, let alone have any feelings for him, that will affect your judgment, and don't try to understand your enemy, you just need to defeat him, kill him, and live alone!"

These words came out like a ghost, but Zong Yun could see Wei Qian's lips gently opening and closing, as if he could see the thoughts in Zong Yun's mind, as if what he said was exactly these words that came out of Zong Yun's mind!

Zong Yun had already heard Yang Jing say that Wei Qian was an extremely strong physical artist, he had suffered a loss in Yang Jing's hands, and he also knew that physical artists were not weak, and now his Dao heart was easily shaken by Wei Qian, and if he continued like this, he would inevitably fall into a life and death crisis!

He finally understood why no matter Sun Erniang, the Holy Maiden of Tianxiang, or a female demon like Ji Jin, they were all so proficient in demagoguery, because Wei Qian, the Holy Sect Master, was the ancestor of demagogy!

He Zongyun has been cultivating quietly for so many years, but he still can't resist his verbal interference, let alone others!

At this time, Liu Han and the others, as well as Wu Kedi's enemy Chen Zhu's men and horses who arrived later, had already begun to cover up and round up Wei Zhenxian's killers everywhere, if he couldn't make a decision immediately, Wei Qian would still have a chance to escape!

While Zong Yun was still hesitating, Wei Qian continued to speak: "Finally remember what I once warned you, do it, if you don't do it, I'll do it!"

As soon as Wei Qian's words came out, his whole temperament changed, as if another ancient killing god had been revived from his body, and the cold hairs on Zong Yun's back involuntarily stood up, like a cat that had encountered a natural enemy!

The fear of death swelled in Zong Yun's heart, and he finally abandoned all the obsessions in his heart, and poured his internal force into the rune sword, stabbing into Wei Qian's chest with a puff!

"Congratulations, you finally lost the last trace of kindness and became the strongest, hahaha!" The muscles in Wei Qian's chest tightened, and he stuck the rune sword, only a small amount of blood flowed out along the narrow blood trough, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and laughed happily, as if he had taken in the soul of a believer again!

"Next, it's the turn of this seat!" Wei Qian's voice did not fall, as soon as he grasped the rune sword, the blood cut through the palm of his hand, but he didn't care, and smashed Zong Yun's face door with a punch!

Zong Yun wanted to pull out the rune sword, but the blade was as if it was welded to the copper wall, and he couldn't pull out half an inch at all, and Zong Yun didn't want to let go, so he had to face the fist with one palm!

Wei Qian's fist wind whirred in his face, scraping on his face like an ice knife, but he had no strength, just pure strength!

"Poof!"

There was no earth-shattering sound, his fist seemed to just lightly press against Zong Yun's palm, but Zong Yun felt that his arm was numb, his bones were almost shattered, and an invisible force hit his body like a furious tide!

"Phew!"

Zong Yun shouted violently, his internal strength was exhausted, and he blocked that fist to death, he even felt that his bones were like old wood under tremendous pressure, and they were making a sharp sound, and they could collapse at any time!

"Let go!" Wei Qian shouted, like thunder on the ground, shocking people's hearts, but his fist smashed again!

Zong Yun wanted to raise his hand to block it, but his arms were all numb, the acupuncture points in his palms seemed to be sealed, and his entire arm was so soreness that there was no strength left!

"Poof!"

The fist slammed into Zong Yun's forehead, and he finally felt that his neck was about to break, but he was still unwilling to lean back half a minute as if he was moving forward with a strong wind, but his right hand finally let go of the rune sword!

"Wow!"

Zong Yun maintained a standing posture, his feet slid five or six steps away from the ground, blood burst from his forehead, except for a pair of eyes that were still shining, and his face was full of warm blood!

Wei Qian gently pulled out the rune sword and touched the sword hole in his chest, he was able to control the muscles, the muscles contracted, the wound was closed, and the bleeding was stopped!

Zong Yun clearly stabbed into it, and he must have stabbed the position of the heart, but Wei Qian was arrogant, could it be that he really practiced an immortal body as the legend said!

The injury on his forehead calmed down Zong Yun, he was no longer disturbed and entangled by the distracting thoughts in his heart, his arms shook down, his internal force induced vomiting, and the black Dao robe rose spontaneously without wind, dancing like a black shadow with teeth and claws!

"Stomp, stomp!"

Zong Yun walked up quickly, Wei Qian threw the rune sword over, and the person followed the sword, and the degree was on par with the flying sword!

Zong Yun's sleeve robe rolled up, brushed the rune sword away, stopped with his left foot, twisted his right palm, gathered the internal force, and then slapped it on Wei Qian's head!

Wei Qian still didn't dodge, his fist smashed on Zong Yun's forehead again!

The two of them were like steel balls that collided with each other, and when they touched it, blood splattered on Zong Yun's head, and Wei Qian's forehead also cracked, but as soon as he fell out, he rushed over again like a rebounding cannonball, and his fist still smashed into Zong Yun's same position!

He is like a fool who moves mountains, sticking to a goal, never giving up until he reaches his goal, and must smash Zong Yun's head!

Zong Yun didn't expect that Wei Qian's ordinary body contained such majestic power, and he wanted to use Tai Chi Boxing and Jin Guan Yu Lock to dodge his fists and win with skills.

But the words of Shicai poured out in his mind, he must not retreat, once the momentum falls, it is equivalent to losing to Wei Qian!

So he slapped his palm again, and while slapping Wei Qian's forehead, he was repelled by Wei Qian's fist, and the two exchanged fists, as if the competition was not kung fu, but whose head was harder, who was more durable, and whose life was longer!

"Bang!"

Another round of collisions, although Zong Yun had a splitting headache and blood had already polluted the horizon, he used the internal strength of the Jinguan Jade Lock to temporarily close his divine sense, so that he could not be unconscious, and he was forced to live and die!

It is said that Wei Qian has no internal strength, and the blood on his head has long been blurred, so he should have fallen down a long time ago, but this person still maintains a strange smile of excitement, and takes the initiative to attack every time, as if he is a war machine that is never tireless, not afraid of pain, and will not die!

Zong Yun has no worries, and there is only one obsession in his heart, that is, to fight with him to the end!

When he stepped forward again, he saw a figure rushing from the side, blocking in front of him!

"Stupid! Resist the enemy's strength with his shortness! This kind of hard work, let me do it. ”

When Zong Yun saw it, it turned out to be Yang Jing who threw Ji Jin on the ground and rushed over to help!

He had already heard Yang Jing say that although Wei Qian practiced physical arts, he didn't know how to do internal strength, and he didn't boil his body, but this kind of person has been practicing the same skill for more than ten years, and these three hundred and sixty lines have become champions, but anyone who can persevere to the end and can do the ultimate can become a saint!

If you cook tea all your life, put more effort into it, and even if you only know how to work hard, you can become a tea saint, have the heart to cook for a lifetime, and you can also become the leader of the cooking industry.

Wei Qian has been cultivating physical skills for most of his life, maybe his physical skills are not the strongest, but he still has a strong spiritual power that penetrates people's hearts, and the oppression of momentum is the key to his victory!

However, this kind of suppression of momentum, for the rebirth of the soul, Yang Jing, who has already seen through the world, has experience in later generations, and is well versed in psychology, and his psychological quality is also ordinary people, is not a pressure at all!

Moreover, all of Zong Yun's oppressive power came from Wei Qian's ability to be immortal when he was stabbed in the heart, and he subconsciously regarded Wei Qian as an immortal body, so he had no desire to win.

However, Yang Jing saw through this, and it was this that made Yang Jing extremely confident and made him sure that he would definitely be able to defeat Wei Qian!