Seeing the blades in all directions, Guo Jing was not afraid at all, and killed with both palms, his strength was like a mountain and a sea, and the wind in his palms was agitated.

It is the first form of the eighteen palms of the dragon, Kanglong has regrets!

This trick has been practiced the most, used the most diligently, and comprehended the most exquisitely, and has reached the realm of supernatural perfection.

The wind howled, the palms flew up, and in the void, there seemed to be a dragon's roar.

Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang!

In the face of absolute strength, even if the sword formation was exquisite, the sword light was extremely powerful, and the entire six long swords were knocked out of their hands.

However, Lu Nianchou was desperate at this time, and his internal and external kung fu almost exploded with all his strength, and he shouted angrily, "Kill!" ”

Guo Jing's palms had just smashed the six long swords, and Lu Nianchou's sword light had already hit his throat, and he only needed to send it slightly, and his throat could be stained with blood.

However, Guo Jing repented of facing the enemy, and he already had three points of spare strength, so that he could calmly deal with the sword blade that was close at hand, in case there was any omission.

Although this sword was fast and urgent, he only needed to explode abruptly with his left palm, and he could avoid the enemy's killing moves, and he could beat him to death.

Although the swiftness of the sword may have caused a bloody mark on its throat, it was not a serious injury.

It's just that when Lu Nianchou's long sword was an inch away from his throat, he took the initiative to stop, and he didn't have any killing intent.

Seeing this, Guo Jing already had a good impression of him, and he was a little slower in his moves, so he was unwilling to rely on martial arts and forcibly bully others.

Therefore, he clenched his fists and said: "Little brother, your Beidou Tiangang sword formation is really exquisite, and your swordsmanship and internal skills are quite popular, and you really have the true inheritance." ”

"At my age, I'm far inferior to you."

"In this competition, Guo lost a chip."

"How about asking the little brother to lead the way and lead me to see Ma Zhenren and Qiu Zhenren?"

He has a simple personality and doesn't have much to win, and when he was a teenager, it was also a fact that his martial arts were slow to enter the realm, and he was often scolded by several masters for being stupid.

Therefore, these words are sincere, and there is no pretense, which makes people feel good.

The Quanzhen disciples who were watching saw Guo Jing break through to Zhongnan Mountain all the way, and successively defeated many third-generation disciples, and even the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation couldn't stop it in the slightest.

The Beidou Great Array laid out by the ninety-eight people was even more slaughtered by it, and it almost passed away.

But now this invincible big devil was blocked by Lu Nianchou with a sword, and he personally admitted that he had lost.

Such a scene suddenly made all the Quanzhen disciples cheer and let out a wild cry of excitement.

"Victorious! Win! Win! ”

"It's Senior Brother Lu who wins!"

"Quanzhen martial arts, not weaker than others; Quanzhen disciple, iron bones! ”

For a while, all the disciples in the entire audience chanted, and the sound shook the sky, making people's blood boil.

However, Lu Nianchou clearly saw that Guo Jing's left palm hit a foot, almost close to his chest, but suddenly withdrew.

With this person's martial arts, he didn't have time to stab his throat before he would be killed with a palm.

Then Guo Jing opened his mouth to admit defeat, this kind of scenery and Jiyue's open-mindedness is really admirable.

It's just that he also has a little arrogance in his heart, how can he be willing to be conceded like this, take back the long sword at the moment, use the internal force, and the voice is clear and spread throughout the field.

"Guo Daxia's words are serious, if you hadn't withdrawn your palm power in time, I would have fallen to the ground with a disgraced face at this time, how dare I call it a victory."

"I have just recognized Guo Daxialing's eighteen dragon descending palms, and I know that Guo Daxia will not deal with my junior, so I am bold and presumptuous."

"This time Guo Daxia won, and the younger generation is ashamed."

"Guo Daxia, please!"

As soon as Lu Nianchou's words came out, the Quanzhen disciples present were in an uproar.

"What? This is really Guo Jing Guo Daxia? ”

"We were actually fighting Guo Daxia just now?"

"Oh my God! I said, how can someone have martial arts so profound that it is so unbelievable, it turns out to be Guo Jing and Guo Daxia. ”

"Senior Brother Lu obviously knew that it was Guo Daxia, and he dared to draw his sword to face him, and even roared with a long sword in the end, this courage is inevitably too big!"

"Hahaha, we lost in the hands of Guo Daxia, even if it is passed out, there is no shame."

"Master Lu's nephew formed a sword formation, and even Guo Daxia claimed to be inferior, this battle was really happy!"

When he knew that the middle-aged man in front of him with unfathomable martial arts was Guo Jing, the Quanzhen disciples present were boiling.

At that time, Guo Jing falsely preached the holy decree in Xiangyang City, commanded the army, repelled the Mongolian iron cavalry, and the people on the side of the guard were safe, which made many people in the rivers and lakes admire, and was admired and loved by all the people.

There may be more profound existence in the rivers and lakes than Guo Jing's martial arts, but when it comes to fame and prestige, no one in the world can match it.

This is his sacrifice of life and death, regardless of his own life, with outstanding martial arts and Wu Mu's suicide note of the art of war, killed in Xiangyang City.

Even if he is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, he is also thunderous about Guo Jing's name, even if he has lived in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island in recent years, it still does not affect his prestige.

At this moment, in the backyard of Chongyang Palace, there was suddenly a raging fire, burning, and under the blowing of the wind, almost half of the sky was dyed red.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, whether it was Guo Jing or the Quanzhen disciples present, their faces all changed greatly.

"Chongyang Palace really has a great enemy invasion!" Guo Jing's face sank, and he shouted: "I will go to Chongyang Palace first, and Guo will take the first step." ”

The words were still echoing in the air, and his whole person was already like a violent wind and thunder, rushing towards Chongyang Palace at an extremely terrifying speed, and a few ups and downs had already disappeared.

"Master is still in retreat!" Lu Nianchou was also anxious, the direction in which the fire was burning included the small courtyard where the three of them lived on weekdays.

At this time, he didn't care about the fight on the side of Chongyang Palace, and rushed directly towards the backyard.

He unfolded his movements, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he ran to the vicinity of the courtyard, only to see the flames rising, the smoke filling, and the fire growing in strength.

At this time, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were facing foreign enemies, and none of them were able to spare their hands to put out the fire.

From a distance, Lu Nianchou saw a burly man with a beard on his face, carrying a simple knife, followed by more than a dozen people from the rivers and lakes with hideous expressions.

With torches in their hands, they set fires everywhere and killed people when they saw them, and those Taoist priests, sweeping cooks and old men who had no martial arts in the back kitchen were disemboweled, or their throats were cut.

They laughed and screamed, shouting and screaming, and mingling with the monstrous flames, and the scene was bloody and cruel.

Originally, a Beidou Great Array of forty-nine people was also laid in the back mountain, but because Zhao Zhijing and others in the front mountain went to stop Guo Jing, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who were originally guarding the back mountain were evacuated from here to guard the Chongyang Palace.

When those martial arts people brought by Huo Du came up from the back mountain, how could the ordinary people in this backyard be able to stop those people in the rivers and lakes who were like wolves and tigers.

In the blink of an eye, there was a river of blood and dead bodies everywhere.

In the small courtyard where Lu Nianchou lived and they lived, Wang was also covered in blood, and he was standing in front of the door of Li Zhihua's retreat, the long sword in his hand was bloody, and his face and body were also full of blood.

In front of him, seven or eight big men armed with knives, guns and sticks, shouting and killing, from time to time they cut a bloody wound on his body.

"Little Taoist, kneel down for grandpa, and I'll spare your life."

"Hahaha, boss, why don't you leave this little white face for me to enjoy?"

"This guy is white and tender, and he is even more handsome than a girl!"

"Hahaha!"

A group of people used foul language, but they were extremely ruthless, swords, guns, and sticks were pressed in turn, and some people directly threw a torch out, causing Li Zhihua's retreat room to instantly burst into flames.

Poof!

Wang was also slashed in the left arm, blood flowing, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

"Master...... I can't hold on! ”

Seeing the thieves from all directions smiling and slaughtering, he roared angrily, "Kill!" ”

Ignoring the long sword in his hand, he stabbed it into the heart of one of the enemies, ignoring the other weapons that killed him, wanting to kill another thief to the death.

At this moment, out of the corner of Wang Ye's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the sky, and Xue Liang's sword light flashed.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Three heads hit the ground, blood splattering everywhere like a spring.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

The king was relieved and fell to his knees.

"Kill"

Lu Nianchou roared angrily, like a lone wolf, rushing in against the oncoming enemy.

The enemy's swords and weapons did not dodge, the long swords whistled vertically and horizontally, raging like lightning, and everywhere they passed, the bloody wind and blood rain, severed limbs and human heads flew together, like a human-shaped meat grinder.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

One corpse after another fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, all the enemies who besieged Wang Ye were killed.

"Save Master!"

Wang Ye watched the room behind him burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to be completely overwhelmed by the flames.

Despite the injuries on his body, he struggled to get up from the ground, and he had to rush into the fire desperately.

"Stay here, I'll go!"

Lu Nianchou threw down the long sword in his hand, his body was vertical, his toes tapped the door frame, and with a bang, he kicked the door of the burning room, and then rushed straight in.

As soon as he entered the quiet room, he saw that the corners of Li Zhihua's mouth and chest were covered with blood, and he fainted on the ground.

At this time, the room was burned by fire, and even the beams were collapsing and falling.

He hurriedly rushed forward, carried it on his back, punched the falling tiles and wooden beams, and his body rushed out quickly.

The moment he rushed out, the entire room collapsed.

"Senior brother, master!"

The king was also frightened into a cold sweat, and almost thought that both of them were going to die in the fire.

"Senior brother, can you still walk?" Lu Nianchou's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"A little skin trauma, and I can't die." Wang Ye usually looks lazy and weak, but at this time he is much stronger than those so-called tough guys.

"Let's go!"

Lu Nianchou used his toes hard, and kicked the long sword that he had just thrown on the ground and flew upside down.

He grabbed Li Zhihua on his back with his left hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and strode towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

"Huo Du, new hatred and old hatred, Lao Tzu will count it with you!"

Thinking that Li Mochou was seriously injured by Huo Du, and now Li Zhihua doesn't know whether he is alive or dead because of him.

Lu Nianchou's heart was full of anger, holding a long sword in his hand, the murderous intent was boiling, and his eyes were full of blood.

Along the way, the murderer and arson saw the three of them, and shouted to kill.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

The long sword slashed, the blade was stained with blood, and everywhere it passed, there was no enemy, only a dead corpse fell behind him.

(End of chapter)