Heijiao's body gradually stabilized, and An Jing stared into the distance with his eyebrows.

In the vast world in the distance, an old man in white stood on the top of a verdant giant tree, his robe blowing gently in the wind, his old face was covered with traces of time, and the corners of his mouth had a hint of a smile.

The ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, Feng Lingyue.

Lead the Five Poisons out of the Demon Sect and defeat the master of the Heavenly Sect, Duanmu Xinghua.

All over his body, there is a sense of bohemianism and chic, An Jing has also seen many masters, but few of them have such a chic bearing as him.

Xiao Qianqiu has been hiding from the world and cultivating for many years, and he has long lost his popularity, sitting on the mountain in a high-end manner, not caring about worldly fame and fortune, throwing away the seven emotions and six desires in the world, and seems to have three points of immortal energy, but he has always been the head of the True One Sect, the Great Yan National Teacher, and he can't break free from the shackles of that popularity.

So it makes people a little strange when they look at it, people are not human, immortals are not immortals, just like a stone statue placed on the offering.

And throughout Feng Lingyue's life, he became famous at the same young age, and then made great achievements in the Demon Sect, taking charge of the Five Poisons of the Demon Sect, and his qualifications and cultivation were even more powerful than the young Demon Sect leader Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang is the sect leader of the inner decision, and the arrogant Feng Lingyue is naturally unwilling to do this, and he gangs up in the Demon Sect, and his ambitions are obvious, Jiang Shang will naturally not turn a blind eye and suppress him with thunderous means.

I thought that this would make Feng Lingyue wake up, but I didn't expect that it would stimulate his ambition, temper his state of mind, and make his cultivation grow day by day, until Jiang Shang succeeded to the throne for decades, and that day Feng Lingyue did a big thing that shook the entire Dayan rivers and lakes.

Lead the Five Poisons out of the Demon Sect and create the Five Poisons Gate.

At that time, it can be said that this matter stirred up a thousand waves in the rivers and lakes of Dayan, you must know that the Demon Sect at that time was like a fish in water in Dayan, and its prestige was comparable to that of the National Religion Zhenyi Sect, and the disintegration of the Demon Sect was naturally a big thing.

After that, the Demon Sect regarded the Five Poison Sect as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, and Tianzong even dispatched most of the masters, just to kill Feng Lingyue.

As a result, Tianzong suffered heavy losses, and even Duanmu Xinghua almost died at the hands of Feng Lingyue.

At the moment when Jiang Shang was about to take matters into his own hands, Ye Ding of the True One Sect also went down the mountain.

At that time, the atmosphere on the rivers and lakes could be said to be tense to the extreme, the True One Sect and the Demon Sect were one good and one evil, almost representing most of the Great Yan Rivers and Lakes, once the war started, it would definitely set off monstrous waves.

In the end, Jiang Shang still didn't choose to make a move, after all, there was still a human emperor behind the True One Sect, if the Demon Sect really wanted to go to war, the chances of winning were not great, but the Five Poison Sect was like a thorn that pierced deep into the hearts of all the people of the Demon Sect.

Now that more than thirty years have passed, the Five Poison Sect has become the seven major factions calling for wind and rain on the Great Yan River and Lake, and Feng Lingyue no longer cares about mundane matters after the Demon Sect withdrew from the Great Yan River and Lake.

In the eyes of many people in the rivers and lakes, the wind spirit moon has become a myth of the rivers and lakes, an insurmountable mountain.

A character who wanders between good and evil, just like the Five Poison Gates, is also mixed in the rivers and lakes.

Some people say that the Five Poisons Gate is a branch of the Demon Sect, which is a crooked way of the evil sect, and some people say that the Five Poisons Gate exercises are mysterious, profound, and majestic, and Feng Lingyue can lead the Five Poisons out of the Demon Sect, and he is also an extremely remarkable character.

"See you again."

An Jing's face was as calm as water, but secretly he frowned slightly.

"yes, we're meeting again."

Feng Lingyue exhaled softly.

He admired the ghost swordsman in front of him very much, and he didn't know why he could see a trace of his shadow on him.

The difference is that he was facing the Demon Sect at the beginning, while he was facing the True One Sect.

The black Jiao slowly levitated, and An Jing also stood at the same height as Feng Lingyue, "I didn't expect that such a big figure as Feng Ancestor would be willing to be a pawn of this True One Sect." ”

"Chess pieces?"

Feng Lingyue shook her head, "Maybe, but how many people in this world can play chess?" If you are not a chess player, you can only be manipulated and controlled by people when you are in the chessboard. ”

In this huge world, there are a few characters who are real chess players, even if they reach the cultivation of the grandmaster, can they do whatever they want and be lawless?

In this world, there are rules, Feng Lingyue is already a mythical figure in the rivers and lakes, but she still can't be the one who makes the rules.

"I'm a little disappointed."

An Jing laughed, "I heard Old Man Lou say that when Old Man Feng was young, he was also a figure who was not afraid of the sky and the earth. ”

When Feng Lingyue heard this, she was slightly silent for a long time before she said: "The old man is not afraid of the Heavenly Sect, he is not afraid of Jiang Shang, but the old man of the Demon Sect has to be afraid, the thousands of disciples of the Five Poison Sect have to be afraid, and the Five Poison Sect has to be afraid under the general trend of rolling waves."

"The inheritance of the Five Poison Ancestors can be broken in anyone's hands, but it can't be broken in the hands of the old man, this is the old man's original promise to the Five Poison Ancestors."

He didn't want to be a person who stood up to the heavens and the earth, but a mountain from the Five Poison Gate had already pressed on his shoulders.

The general trend is a last resort.

It's just eight words, but with a sense of helplessness, others can't experience it without being in front of them.

Such a big demon sect, how can he deal with it?

Whether it is the Demon Sect or the True One Sect, it has thousands of years of accumulation, and what about him Feng Lingyue? How to resist these behemoths?

"I see."

An Jing nodded and said softly: "Senior Qingfeng, since you are here, let's come out." ”

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

I only heard the sound of the wind in my ears, and then a light figure fell from a distance, with gorgeous hair like silver threads, a ruddy complexion, and no emotion in my eyes.

This person is the old man Qingfeng, the old man of Dayan Jianghu, and the top master who has been famous for a long time.

"I heard that you are Lou Xiangzhen's grandchild."

The old man Qingfeng looked at An Jing and said in a deep voice: "Originally, the old man was reluctant to make a move on you, even if the ashes were raised, there are many people in the world who laugh at me behind my back, but Shinichi taught a benefit that the old man can't refuse." ”

An Jing laughed, "Since you are going to kill someone, you should be cleaner and neat, and you don't need to find excuses that you have and don't have to add jokes." ”

Old man Qingfeng took a deep breath, "The old man won't kill you, only capture you." ”

The Shinyi Sect made it clear, they wanted a living ghost swordsman.

An Jing smiled, and his expression suddenly became a little cold: "How is it different from death if you fall into the hands of the True One Sect?" ”

He killed so many masters of the True One Sect, and the two sides have long had an indelible hatred, if they fall into the hands of the True One Sect, how can they end up in a good end?

The old man Qingfeng shook his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand stretched out: "Come on, let the old man understand the demeanor of the sword immortal in the world, and it will also be considered decent for you for the last time." ”

An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue and said: "The old man Feng has also seen the black Jiao, so in this way, the black Jiao under my seat doesn't make a move, and the old man Feng doesn't have to make a move, so how about saving effort?" ”

Others don't know that Heijiao has no soul, but An Jing knows it very well.

If you have to control the black Jiao while fighting against the old man Qingfeng, it is inevitable that you will lack skills.

Feng Lingyue glanced at the black Jiao, the fierce battle of the black Jiao that day is still vivid, at that time, the black Jiao will be transformed, and it will show good strength, and now it has stabilized, and the strength will definitely go further.

Anyway, he mainly dragged the black Jiao, since he could save some effort, why not do it?

"Okay."

Thinking of this, Feng Lingyue bowed slightly, and said, "As long as this strange beast doesn't make a move, Feng Mou won't make a move." ”

"Then let me understand the strength of the grandmaster."

An Jing looked at the old man Qingfeng with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Both of them did not speak, but the atmosphere between heaven and earth froze, and a great pressure seemed to contain the wind.

An Jing's heart sank, this pressure was three points stronger than the original battle against the Pratt & Whitney Bodhisattva.

The old man Qingfeng is a Grandmaster cultivator, although he has cultivated for many years, he is still a one-qi Grandmaster cultivator, and it is difficult to make an inch.

However, compared with the Bodhisattva of Pratt & Whitney, his cultivation is deeper and more majestic like the sea.

You must know that Pratt & Whitney Bodhisattva belongs to the Bodhisattva fruit position in Buddhism, and if you are promoted to the cultivation of a grandmaster, you will be weaker than an ordinary grandmaster in the same realm.

Although An Jing's cultivation was not high at that time, but with the secret art of ghost humanization, the Puhui Bodhisattva was hit hard.

In the realm of the grandmaster, the body and mind are combined, and the internal force has long been transformed into the true qi of Taotao.

"Poof!"

An Jing pulled out one of the sword bodies of the evil sword in his hand.

Lou Xiangzhen was once optimistic about Zhong Binru higher than An Jing, why is this?

Because An Jing's sword is not pure enough, the light and life of a swordsman are often on the sword he holds in his hand.

And Lou Xiangzhen always felt that An Jing's sword path was vast, and there was a faint momentum to swallow everything.

Although it seems to be indisputable on the surface, An Jing's heart wants to swallow the world.

The sword intent is too broad, and it is not a good thing, it is not something that can be controlled by human beings, and it is a dream and unrealistic after all.

But can ants really move mountains one day?

That must be the greatest miracle in the world!

The wind, suddenly.

Skimming past the treetops, the petals of the flowers shattered all over the ground, turning into the remnants of this spring day.

An Jing's body was vertical, and the cyan sword light finally rose to the sky, and the sword held three sword flowers in the air, like a snake spitting out a core, and stabbed straight at the eyebrows of the old man Qingfeng.

"What a fast sword."

There was a hint of appreciation in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng, and then he flicked his fingers.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, and the sword body of the Evil Suppression Sword was directly bounced away by a dark force, shaking An Jing's arm all sore.

Rumble!

An Jing's body was tyrannical and plundered, and the evil sword in his hand was also exposed.

The sword of suppressing evil spirits was mottled all over, covered with traces of time, and the blood on its sword was still flowing slowly, shining faintly in the sun.

Swish!

An Jing waved his arm, directly carrying the monstrous cold aura, and swept away towards the old man Qingfeng, with a terrifying momentum!

The old man Qingfeng looked at the terrifying An Jing with a blank face, and his body turned, avoiding this fierce cold light.

"Three flowers? Half-step grandmaster? ”

Feng Lingyue saw An Jing make a move, and her eyebrows raised slightly.

I still remember the last time I saw An Jing, his cultivation was only in the smallpox realm, and in just a few days in front of him, he reached the half-step grandmaster realm quietly.

Compared with the shackles of a half-step grandmaster to a grandmaster, it is not so easy to break through when the smallpox realm reaches a half-step grandmaster.

Old Man Qingfeng also jumped his eyelids, but although the Grandmaster realm and the half-step Grandmaster were only one step away, the gap was huge.

A half-step grandmaster master like Lin Yiyang, who is as strong as a sword immortal, can only lose when facing the Pratt & Whitney Bodhisattva.

Therefore, the old man Qingfeng did not have a sense of crisis, and he still had confidence in his heart.

An Jing's face was unprecedentedly solemn, this was the first time he had fought against a master master in his heyday.

Shout!

With that rainbow of light, the air was vibrated and pierced through the void.

Nine-character sword trick! Soldier Word Secret!

An Jing clenched the sword of suppressing evil, waved his robe, and the sword in his hand waved out again, as exquisite as an antelope hanging horns, wonderful.

Several sword lights flew in the air, almost blocking all of Old Man Qingfeng's retreats.

What a fast sword!

Old Man Qingfeng's eyes sank, his true qi came out, and he slapped it with one palm.

Bang!

Several sword lights collided with the palm print in the air, and suddenly a cloud of energy emerged in the center.

After about a few dozen steps back, An Jing stabilized his body.

Old Man Qingfeng was a little surprised when he saw this, but he didn't lose his color, he only used five or six points of strength just now, he believed that under ten percent of his strength, he would definitely be able to kill An Jing.

Old Man Qingfeng's eyes were downcast, and he said: "If you want to use a half-step Grandmaster to fight against the Grandmaster Realm, it is not that there are no people in the past, but there are only a few people, and there is no one in the world who can do it, even Lin Yiyang of the white-clothed Sword Immortal can't do it." ”

"Then I'll do the few people."

An Jing replied coldly, and then with a wave of the evil sword, the pitch-black sword wind blew into the air, and then merged into the air, as if it disappeared in an instant.

The sword light will disappear out of thin air?!

"What a weird kendo."

The old man Qingfeng slapped his palm towards An Jing, and this huge palm print directly turned into an emerald green canopy, as if the sky had collapsed, and he rushed to An Jing.

The power of the grandmaster has been exerted to the extreme.

Bang!

The waves of true qi were stirring everywhere, and the air in front of them was wrinkled, wave after wave, like an overwhelming wave of qi.

"It's so strong!"

An Jing flew out a few feet away, there was indeed a gap between the grandmaster and the half-step grandmaster, if it weren't for An Jing's refining into a perfect golden bone, and it was still increasing with the increase in cultivation, maybe this blow would have been hit hard.

"This ghost swordsman is really good, no wonder he has become a big trouble for the True One Sect."

Don't you know, the old man Qingfeng was even more surprised, after all, the other party and his own cultivation is so different by a realm, a sky, a land.

shrank into inches, and saw the old man Qingfeng come to An Jing's back in an instant, and slapped the back of An Jing's head with one palm.

"Not good."

An Jing only felt that the cold air had risen suddenly, and he hurriedly used the Nine Heavens Body Technique, and the figure continued to dodge, hurriedly avoiding the hand of the old man Qingfeng.

But no matter how fast he is, how can he be faster than the old man Qingfeng?

The old man's body shook again, and the blue light on his palm appeared.

Six Absolute Smoke and Rain Palms! Rains!

Although Old Man Qingfeng didn't hit An Jing with this palm, the violent wind blew on An Jing's body.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and An Jing's whole person was knocked upside down and flew out.

"The strength of the grandmaster is really terrifying, and you must cast the Great Sun Rulai Curse as soon as possible."

An Jing took a deep breath, a swordsman can't even attack, it is basically equivalent to no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Anjing turned on the Great Day Nyorai Mantra.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

A golden light emerged from behind, and then turned into a golden wave, and An Jing standing in the center was like a golden sun.

Then a golden Buddha appeared behind him in a trance, lowering his head and eyebrows, magnificent and special, exuding great compassion and great wisdom, and at the same time, An Jing's qi was rising steadily.

The method of Buddhism's mantra seal, blessed in the body, is like a god and demon entering the body.

The internal force is endless, like an endless flame, and it will no longer be extinguished.

"This is the Buddhist martial arts?"

When the old man Qingfeng saw this, his heart also jumped.

"What a great martial arts."

Even though Feng Lingyue saw it for the second time, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart, with his Second Qi Sect Master's cultivation, he felt mysterious and incredible.

It is unheard of for Buddhism to have such a seal.

An Jing had a pale golden light in his eyes, and his eyes calmly looked at the old man Qingfeng in front of him.

"The so-called strong moves will be self-harming, why bother?"

The surging qi machine, like rolling waves, directly exploded in his Qingfeng old man's body at this time, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and such a powerful true qi, even the air was vibrating.

Feeling the majestic true qi that erupted from the old man Qingfeng's body, An Jing took a deep breath, and his face became solemn.

An Jing stood quietly, holding the ancient sword of the evil suppression sword in his hand, and the golden Buddha behind him carried supreme coercion, exuding a palpitating sense of oppression.

The corners of Old Man Qingfeng's mouth rose, and then his palms clenched suddenly.

Rumble!

The old man Qingfeng exuded a blue light all over his body, and his feet stepped on the earth, as if he was a flying immortal outside the sky, and his momentum was endless and surging.

An Jing looked at the monstrous old man Qingfeng, and his eyes also became solemn, the strength of the old man Qingfeng was definitely the most powerful opponent he had encountered at the moment.

Boom!

And when An Jing's body was tense, in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng, there was a surging battle intent erupting, he didn't hesitate at all, the soles of his feet stomped, the earth shook, and his body disappeared directly and strangely.

Airplanes!

An Jing clenched the sword of suppressing evil spirits violently, and between the swings of his arms, powerful energy overflowed, carrying a power that was enough to destroy the mountains.

And at the moment when the evil sword of Anjing Town slashed away, I saw that in the void that was originally nothing, the figure of Qingfeng Old Man Xianjun suddenly appeared, and he slapped it with a palm.

Bang!

The blade of the Evil Suppression Sword slashed directly at the palm print of the old man Qingfeng Immortal Monarch, and it was directly like a meteorite that crossed the sky at this time, colliding with each other fiercely.

The ripples visible to the naked eye exploded almost instantly, and the air continued to hum and tremble.

The terrifying force of the shock came like a tsunami, directly causing An Jing's body to slam violently, and then shot backwards several feet away.

An Jing stabilized his body, threw the evil sword in his hand, and then the evil sword seemed to have a phantom, and it began to differentiate into two evil sword swords.

Ripples appeared around the two demon-suppressing swords, and then transformed into two giant swords.

Two giant swords appeared in the sky, and this scene was truly wonderful.

Return to the sword trick! Edgeworthiness!

An Jing's body stood between heaven and earth, the golden Buddha behind him shone, his eyes lit up suddenly, and the violent energy surged up, and the two evil swords slid down like a meteor.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Two meteor-like swords slashed through, and the air seemed to crack wherever they passed.

"What a strong swordsmanship, what a strong swordsmanship!"

A trace of essence appeared in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng, and he gasped, and then suppressed the vibration in his heart, and the true qi in his body gathered on his fist.

Six Absolute Smoke and Rain Palms! Annihilation!

The body of the old man Qingfeng runs through the heaven and earth, exuding cyan brilliance from top to bottom, and his hands are like glazed jade, as if containing the power of shaking the heavens and the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the palm of his hand slapped forward.

That glazed brilliance rushed out, as if it had turned into a cyan glazed mountain.

The sword light was surging, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The moment the two collided, the qi began to overflow wildly, and then the roar was even more deafening, and the qi waves flew away, and the surrounding trees were all shattered and turned into powder.

"Stepping on the ....."

An Jing's steps retreated again and again, his face was a little pale, and the internal force in his body was a little disordered.

The six smoke and rain palms are not just as simple as the surface, the terrible impact seems to be soft, but in fact it is extremely domineering, and the dantian is surging.

"Tick! Tick! ”

And the old man Qingfeng's body also retreated, with a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows and eyes, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down his palm and fell to the ground.

Feng Lingyue frowned, the old man Qingfeng who the ghost swordsman was able to force was injured.

Fighting against the grandmaster with a half-step grandmaster, and being able to damage the grandmaster, that is also the top half-step grandmaster in the world.

Lin Yiyang hit the Puhui Bodhisattva hard, and the Puhui Bodhisattva had only become a grandmaster for a short time, and he didn't even return to his place

And the old man Qingfeng is a genuine one-qi grandmaster.

"Next, I'm not going to give you half a chance."

Old Man Qingfeng looked at the golden light behind An Jing, and his eyes became more and more cold.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a surging true qi swept from the old man Qingfeng's body, like a raging wave, rushing towards the distance.

An Jing suddenly felt a great pressure, like a mountain attacking him, and at the same time, the internal force in his body was also surging.

Bang bang!

The entire dense forest was like the collision of two huge waves, making violent noises, forming clusters of qi waves that spread towards the surroundings.

"You're just a Qi Grandmaster."

The earth-shattering sword light in An Jing's hand had already spread wildly, and the surrounding air was rolling and scattered, surging towards the distance.

Feng Han's breath seemed to tear the air apart, and even Feng Lingyue, who was in the distance, felt a cold light invade his whole body, and it was cold from head to toe.

"His kendo is getting stronger?"

When Feng Lingyue saw this, she couldn't help but muttered to herself.

Throughout the ages, swordsmen have been adhering to the killing process, and any top swordsman is full of corpses under the sword, and the blood is flowing like a sea, and only by constantly winning can the swordsman's tenacious heart be cultivated.

Indomitable!

As long as the sword is out, it feels like it will win!

This is the powerful and outstanding belief of a swordsman!

Lou Xiangzhen was defeated by the Sword God at the beginning, and he was decadent for decades, but this heart dissipated, which was also the worry in Lou Xiangzhen's heart when An Jing and Heavenly Sword faced off.

Why did the Heavenly Sword Cui Daoxian lose to Qiu Wanxia, on the one hand, Qiu Wanxia's sword path was extremely high, and Cui Daoxian was careless, on the other hand, Cui Daoxian's heart had been broken by An Jing, and his sword momentum was a little less powerful.

And today, with a half-step Grandmaster against a Qi Grandmaster, there is almost no chance of winning in the eyes of the world, and under such adversity, the indomitable confidence in An Jing's heart has been stimulated, and his sword path is constantly growing.

The vast and vast sword intent is also constantly condensing.

If he wins today, An Jing's body will gather the general trend of the mysteries.

The old man Qingfeng saw An Jing slashing with a sword, and said secretly, what a sharp sword momentum.

However, in an instant, he hurriedly suppressed the vibration in his heart, and as soon as the palm and handprint changed, the surrounding internal force suddenly became surging, and the cyan light converged towards the palm of the old man Qingfeng bit by bit.

Then the old man Qingfeng slapped his palm forward, shaking the sky.

Bang!

The two exchanged a move again, and then the figures staggered again.

The old man Qingfeng stretched out his five fingers, and the offensive was like a tide, endless.

Rumble!

A palm burst out, filled with a terrifying cyan light.

An Jing saw the cyan palm force attacking, his body shook, and then disappeared into the heavens and the earth.

The old man Qingfeng looked extremely indifferent, and after slamming his palm into the air, a cyan long knife suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed towards the back.

Sonorous!

An almost exploding clash of gold and iron rang out, and then the metal storm also spread wildly into the distance.

An Jing had unconsciously arrived behind the old man Qingfeng.

Under the heavy impact of the two swords, An Jing felt a numb arm, and his body subconsciously retreated to the rear.

Rumble!

After the old man Qingfeng fought against each other, he didn't seem to have the slightest abnormality, and he blasted towards An Jing with one palm.

An Jing retreated to the rear, his momentum was very unstable, his footsteps retreated into the distance, and this palm bombarded him, and there was a great momentum of killing them all.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The Demon Suppression Sword erupted with a soft groan, as if countless sword shadows had been conjured and rushed forward.

Bang bang bang!

Countless sword shadows were directly shattered by the cyan palm power, and the remaining strength rushed towards him, almost tearing him apart.

Stampede, stomp!

An Jing's footsteps retreated to the rear again and again, and terrifying explosions erupted from under his feet.

"Bubbling ~"

After being repelled by this palm, An Jing suddenly felt that his whole body was surging with qi and blood, and he almost had a mouthful of strong blood in his mouth.

An Jingqiang endured the pain in his internal organs, and his internal force surged wildly, converging on the sword of suppressing evil spirits.

The next moment, a river of stars appeared in heaven and earth, hanging upside down behind An Jing.

Return to the sword trick! Draw the sword!

The evil sword in An Jing's hand was like a brilliant galaxy, bursting out with an extremely dazzling light, almost illuminating the entire world.

The sword light thundered, flowing like a galaxy.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The sword light shuttled between heaven and earth, rushing towards the old man Qingfeng.

The old man Qingfeng's eyes were deep, and his footsteps stepped forward.

Six Palms of Smoke and Rain! Devouring the Earth!

In an instant, a earth-shattering power swept in, and an unstoppable power swept away.

"Dealing with the ghost swordsman, is the old man Qingfeng going to be desperate?" When Feng Lingyue saw this, she couldn't help but sigh.

Six Palms of Smoke and Rain!

Although it is a martial arts at the real martial arts level, the power of the last two moves is not weaker than the palm technique of the Tianwu level at all, and it is also the mastery of the old man Qingfeng at the bottom of the box, and it will not be displayed in general competition.

It will only be used when it is time to fight for the death.

This shows that the ghost swordsman in the half-step grandmaster realm in front of him has forced the old man Qingfeng to such a point.

The momentum that shook the heavens and the earth struck, and the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers were all greatly changed, and An Jing was like a mayfly under the terrifying momentum.

Rumble!

The sword shadow like a galaxy collided with the palm power that shook the mountains and rivers, and suddenly the wave of qi like the waves of the ocean rose up, several feet high.

Boom Boom!

The aftermath of the wave of qi was even more terrifying than the two of them, and An Jing was directly overwhelmed by the onrushing qi machine.

"Wow!"

The wave of qi hit An Jing's body, and An Jing only felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and a mouthful of blood arrows sprayed out directly.

Then its body was like a dead leaf in the wind, crumbling in mid-air, and the golden Buddha behind it was also dim, becoming like a shadow, as if it would disappear at any time.

The old man Qingfeng was not as comfortable as he imagined, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and his face was very pale.

According to common sense, the ghost swordsman at this moment is already running out of oil and the lamp is doomed, but the momentum on the ghost swordsman does not seem to have dissipated.

The two looked at each other, and the world was silent, only the sound of the wind came howling.

"I still have one last sword."

An Jing's voice was a little calm, and he looked at the sword body of the evil suppression sword in his hand, "Today, please ask the Grandmaster to try the sword!" ”

Today, please try the sword of the Grandmaster!

As An Jing's voice fell, only the sound of sword groans resounded in the sky, and the crisp voice was very strange, and the heart resonated.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Two evil suppression swords flew out, and the sword qi in the sky was vertical and horizontal, and a sword qi world was formed within a radius of one mile.

Sharp and unparalleled, chilling.

The next moment, the sword qi in the sky came horizontally, as if it had turned into a torrential rain.

Densely occupying all the sky overhead.

The Hundred Steps Flying Sword is a fusion of the sword moves of the Imperial Sword Technique, and it is ancient with the fierce sword qi in the vast world.

Old Man Qingfeng frowned suddenly, all the true qi in his body was surging, and all the cyan light gathered into his palm.

"This breath is too strong, not enough ......"

The old man Qingfeng was in his heart, and he was consuming the essence and blood in his body, he definitely wanted to make himself invincible, and he couldn't make the slightest mistake.

For a while, the wind was fierce, and the rubble flew, uprooting the surrounding vegetation.

Six Palms of Smoke and Rain! Swallow the sky!

Old Man Qingfeng's lips opened, his eyes also became blood-red, and as his hand fell, a huge cyan palm print appeared in the sky, as if a mountain range had fallen heavily.

A violent wind howled and filled the dense forest for miles.

Bang!

At that moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were shaking, and the entire dense forest was set off with rolling waves, and even that kind of vibration was transmitted out of the forest, causing countless qi waves to erupt above the official road.

How scary is this?!

Gangfeng tore apart, and sword qi roared.

Feng Lingyue held her breath, with a hint of solemnity in her eyes.

Rumble! Rumble!

This is An Jing's power blow, and it is also the current pinnacle blow!

Bang bang!

Heaven and earth are about to explode, Gangfeng and sword qi are all intertwined, and together they meet the palm prints that fall from the sky

Shocking! Wonderful!

The sword qi was gradually crushed by the palm print, crushed, and then disappeared continuously.

Seeing this scene, Feng Lingyue exhaled slightly, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

The face of the old man Qingfeng also showed a hint of joy.

He never imagined that he would be overjoyed by defeating a half-step grandmaster.

Click!

It was at this moment that the qi machine drifted wildly, rushing in all directions, turning into rolling waves, and everything in its path turned into powder.

In the blink of an eye, the entire jungle was in shambles, full of devastation.

As the qi continued to dissipate, two figures appeared in the smoke and dust in front of them.

It was as if time had stood still at this moment.

The old man Qingfeng stood straight, his broken robe slamming with the wind, and his expression was relieved.

An Jing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, his body was half kneeling on the ground, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and the evil sword was inserted on the ground to support his body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

The golden Buddha behind it has long disappeared without a trace, and with it comes the powerful sequelae.

"Ahem, cough, cough.... Ahem..."

An Jing coughed lightly, blood not only flowed out of his mouth, but also a feeling of dizziness came from his brain, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties.

"You're defeated." Old Man Qingfeng took a deep breath and said.

"Really?"

An Jing slowly raised his head, looking at the old man Qingfeng in front of him with a pair of dark eyes, with a strong smile on the corner of his mouth.

Old Man Qingfeng saw An Jing's smile, his brows suddenly twisted into the word 'Chuan', and suddenly his face changed suddenly.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Regular voices came.

The old man Qingfeng was horrified and clutched his heart, he didn't feel anything at this moment, he only knew that his heart was beating wildly, completely out of his control.

The blood in the whole body begins to flow rapidly with the beating of the heart.

Tong!

The next moment, his body knelt directly to the ground.

"I....... I..."

The old man Qingfeng covered his heart tightly, lying on the ground, and his palm was trying to lift it up, but the harder he worked, the more his heart beat harder.

He wanted to speak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"It's ......"

When Feng Lingyue saw this, her face was shocked, what the hell happened here?

Old Man Qingfeng felt that his heart had become a marching drum, beating constantly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

It was as if my heart was about to jump out of my mouth.

His facial features became hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and his palms seemed to be about to reach An Jing.

"You... You ......"

In the end, his arm still did not rise, and countless blood spurted out of his mouth violently in front of him, and the blood flew high enough to rely on it, as if it had spurted out the blood all over his body.

"Plop!"

The old man Qingfeng's body fell heavily to the ground.

"Wind Ancestor, you will keep your promise."

An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue lightly.

"Of course ......"

It took a long time for Feng Lingyue to come back to her senses from her stunned expression.

"Okay, then let's take my leave."

An Jing controlled the black Jiao to come to him, and then staggered onto the back of the black Jiao.

"Roar!"

The black Jiao roared and walked into the distance.

I saw a black afterimage, and in an instant, the black Jiao disappeared in front of Feng Lingyue's eyes.