Wen Qing fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, and the blood in his chest surged, already injured by the other party's internal force.

He struggled to get up from the ground.

Zhongli looked at him indifferently, not saying a word, but it put a lot of pressure on him.

Is it to say a scene, admit that you are insufficient, and then lose like this?

Wen Qing began to struggle in his heart, he didn't want to admit defeat, he was unwilling to be abandoned by the kendo forever, he wanted to prove that what others could do, he could do it himself, instead of always following behind his uncle and being a little attendant who was nothing!

"My goal is to defeat Uncle Shi, how can I stop there......

Wen Qing gritted his teeth and picked up the sword on the ground again, even though he was covered in blood, he still rushed towards Zhongli.

A hint of respect flashed in Zhongli's eyes, and he immediately fought back with his sword.

I saw that the two of them were fighting together again, although Wen Qing's movements were a little sluggish because of his injuries, but Zhongli didn't have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, and his moves were still sharp, and after a while, Wen Qing added several new injuries to his body, seeing the blood stains splashing in the field, people of all factions were all frightened, and secretly said that this disciple of the Quanzhen Sect was crazy?

This is to kill the disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect!

And the night white clothes on the high platform couldn't help frowning, ready to make a move at any time.

Zhao Yukun and Zhao Quan also leaned forward, staring at the two people in the field without blinking.

Although Wu Daozi on the side did not speak, his hands couldn't help but clench into fists, and his palms were sweaty.

"You're defeated!"

Zhongli picked up the opponent's long sword with a sword, and said in great disappointment.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand pierced the opponent's eyebrows.

Of course, he didn't really want to kill the other party, and when it came to the critical moment, he would stop and would never ask for the other party's life.

However, Wen Qing didn't know, and when the other party really wanted to kill himself, in an instant, countless pictures flashed in his mind, all of which were scenes of him practicing swords under the guidance of his master when he was a child, when he was only ten years old, he was always clamoring for the master to teach him swordsmanship, but the master said: "Swordsmanship is just a means of using a sword, if you want to really use a sword like a god, you need to control the sword with your heart, and you will not be confused!" ”

Harness the sword with your heart...... Harness the sword with your heart...... Fang is not confused...... Perplexed......

What the hell am I wondering? What else do I not understand?

Why do I have in my mind now the scene of practicing swords as a child? Obviously, the moment that impressed me the most should be the scene of Uncle Shi dancing with a sword in front of the immeasurable jade! It should be the scene of Uncle Shi's sword practice, and it is Uncle Shi...... No, no, Uncle Shi's swordsmanship is wrong...... Is it wrong......

Suddenly, Wen Qing seemed to understand something, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and then he felt a long-accumulated power blocked in his chest, and immediately couldn't help but raise his head and howl, venting the depression in his heart, and suddenly, an invisible wave of qi shook from his body, and the howling sound shocked the foothills.

Zhongli was taken aback, and then he felt a dangerous aura coming, and immediately retreated and stepped back, looking at the other party with some solemnity.

"This momentum is actually bigger than the movement when I broke through!"

The heroes were also shocked and inexplicable, not knowing what was going on, and stared at Wen Qing who seemed to be crazy in the field with wide eyes.

As Wen Qing let out a long howl, although his long hair was scattered behind him, his eyes were extremely clear and translucent, and he saw that his palm was weak, and an internal force sucked the long sword that fell beside him back into his hand, and then stepped on it, and in an instant, it appeared behind Zhongli, and the long sword stabbed quickly.

Zhongli was shocked, and he reflexively slashed his sword without looking back, only to hear a bell, but he didn't see the other party's figure.

Immediately afterward, he felt a strong gust of wind blow behind him.

"Not good!"

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He never had time to resist this move with his sword, so he hurriedly performed his own light skill and flashed towards the distance.

Shout!

Before it landed, another gust of wind stabbed at us.

This time he saw the other party's figure clearly, but this sword was extremely fast.

"It's terrifying!"

Zhongli was stupid, how could anyone be so strong just after breaking through, he felt that the other party was not at the same level as himself at all, could it be that Wen Qing had reached the realm of Xiaocheng directly from the beginning?

He hurriedly swung a sword, and it took all his strength to block the opponent's sword, and just as he was about to stabilize his body, the opponent's figure disappeared from his eyes again.

Zhongli: "......"

Suddenly feeling the wind in the back of his head, he hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, and happened to see the opponent's long sword stabbing out from the top of his head, and immediately cast his sword with his backhand, trying to wrap the opponent's blade so that he could not escape.

But he didn't want to, this volume directly let the other party entangle his blade.

Seeing Wen Qing's sword stabbed on the Shenmen acupoint in his right hand, Zhongli suddenly felt that his arm was weak, and the long sword automatically took off his hand, and he didn't have time to react at all.

However, Wen Qing didn't seem to be fully awake, and actually stabbed him straight at the center of his eyebrows with a sword, unlike the sword he stabbed the other party before, Zhongli felt a murderous aura from this sword, the other party really wanted to kill himself.

Now he panicked!

Now that the long sword is out of his hand, he can't resist at all, and can only watch the other party pierce his eyebrows with the sword.

"How daring!"

"Stop!"

I heard loud shouts from two different directions.

Immediately before Zhao Yukun and Ye Baiyi could make a move, two figures swept out of the crowd.

Because Zhao Quan was close to the two of them, he came to his nephew first, flicked his long sleeves, and directly knocked Wen Qing's sword blade away, as if he felt so unrelieved, so he slapped it with his backhand.

With this palm, he used enough internal strength, although it would not kill the other party, but it could also make him stay in bed for three months and not be able to come down.

"Seniors can't!"

Yang Ling was shocked, hurriedly blocked in front of Wen Qing, and slapped out with one palm, directly scattering the opponent's palm power!

Then he bowed to the other party: "Please forgive the seniors, Wen Qing is just a moment of frustration, not really trying to harm the order!" ”

Zhao Quan's white eyebrows raised slightly, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised: I don't have twenty or thirty years of internal kung fu in this palm, and I can't easily dispel it at all, how did this kid do it when he is so young?

But as soon as he heard the other party's words, the anger in his heart didn't come to one place. My nephew was kind enough to help him break through, but he wanted to kill people with revenge, is there any reason for this?

"Who are you?" Zhao Quan asked in a deep voice.

"The junior Yang Ling, a disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect, has come to intercede for Wen Qing."

Yang Ling said respectfully.

"Uncle Shi!"

At this time, Wen Qing also woke up suddenly, first let out a cold sweat, and then saw the senior uncle standing in front of him, and couldn't help but call him grateful.

Zhao Quan was taken aback and asked, "Are you this kid's uncle?" ”

He was a little strange, the person who came looked younger than this Wen Qing, but it turned out to be his uncle?

"The younger generation is not talented, and the head Wu Daozi is the senior brother below!"

Yang Ling felt a hint of strangeness in the other party's tone, but he still said truthfully.

I saw Zhao Quan's expression raised, and he said sharply: "The kid's kung fu is good, no wonder he dares to come up and be strong." ”

"A slight trick can't get into the eyes of the seniors!"

"Really? Lightly blocking the old way, in this way, I am all true

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The martial arts taught are also a trivial trick, right? Zhao Quan's eyes sank slightly, and he pretended to be angry.

"The younger generation lost his words, and he didn't dare to talk about your martial arts." Yang Ling was taken aback, but he didn't expect to say the wrong thing and annoy the other party, which really added fuel to the fire!

"Don't say more, eat me again!"

As he spoke, Zhao Quan rushed forward, and the power of this palm was still superior to that of Shicai.

Yang Ling didn't have time to speak, so he could only raise his palms to greet him, and when the palms of the two collided, two different true qi instantly erupted into a strong gang wind and scattered, directly shocking Zhongli and Wen Qing out of the Qingyu Terrace.

Zhongli was shocked, judging from the other party's face, he was obviously a few years younger than himself, but how could the other party have such a deep internal force, and he could actually fight against his uncle without falling behind.

When the people in the sect saw that a kid who suddenly jumped onto the stage was able to confront the old Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect, they were all stunned and dumbfounded.

Although they don't look down on the Quanzhen Sect that is about to decline, but the Quanzhen Sect cultivates the authentic Xuanmen internal strength, and the internal force in the early stage is indeed very slow, but it is a late bloomer, and the longer the cultivation time, the deeper the internal force becomes, and the magic is endless, far from being comparable to other internal strength.

It's all one word "boil"!

Therefore, the young disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are generally weak, but the old Daoists of the Quanzhen Sect should not be underestimated.

And what do they see today?

A young man who is not as good as a weak crown is actually on par with an old Taoist leader of the Quanzhen Sect in terms of internal strength and true qi, which really makes people's jaws drop.

Even the major leaders couldn't help but get up from their seats and looked at the two people competing for internal strength with burning eyes.

Looking at Yang Ling, who was bubbling with a trace of white gas behind him, Ye Baiyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In the field.

Zhao Quan blessed with one palm, and his internal force gushed out like a flood, but despite this, he couldn't help the other party, but he still had to listen to what he was babbling in his ear.

"The seniors misunderstood, and the juniors didn't mean to provoke."

"The disciple has a bad heart and has hurt the disciple, and my Infinite Sword Sect has a good healing pill that can help the disciple recover."

"The younger generation collided with the seniors, and I will compensate the seniors here."

"Seniors, don't stop Fa = make a gong, I have no intention of being your enemy!"

"Senior ......"

"Senior ......"

……

"Enough!"

Zhao Quan finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out directly.

However, these two words made his internal strength almost diverge, and his face immediately turned red, and he couldn't hold on when he saw this.

"Bastard boy, Lao Dao was killed by you!"

If it weren't for the monks' emphasis on self-cultivation and prudence, Zhao Quan would have scolded him with a bang!

Others compete for an internal force to close the belly, how dare you open your mouth rashly, otherwise you will be counterattacked if you vent your true anger.

But you kid, you keep babbling, are you the devil!

Zhao Quan always thought that his qi cultivation kung fu was good, but he didn't expect to meet a guy who didn't follow the usual path at all today.

Feeling that he really couldn't bear it, he could only say: "Bastard boy, the old man will withdraw his palm if he counts one, two, three, dare not withdraw, I will turn around and ask my senior brother to lift your family's Jianhu Palace!" ”

Yang Ling had already wanted to take his palm, and immediately replied: "Seniors rest assured, juniors have no intention of harming them!" ”

"Good, one, two, three!"

After thinking about it, the two of them were about to close their palms, but suddenly they saw a figure rushing towards them, and waved their palms towards Yang Ling!

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