Chapter 162: All the sins in the world are not mine

Fu Yan's whole body was purple and boiling, x

Song Tianshi and Lin Tianqi, two old friends, followed, and the three of them strode towards Qinglong side by side.

Qinglong let out a low roar and said angrily, "Come on, let me see your weight!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yan's figure suddenly flashed, and the wind-breaking sword roared, and a shocking sword suddenly stabbed out. I saw that the hall was suddenly illuminated by a brilliant sword light, and all around it was purple and black, and a powerful sword intent directly filled the entire hall.

At the same time, Song Tianshi and Lin Tianqi roared angrily, and the two of them each unleashed a shocking force and rolled towards the green dragon.

"Innate Gang Qi!" Qinglong roared angrily, grabbed his big hand backwards, and suddenly the air was billowing and flowing, and the invisible Gang Qi suddenly condensed, surging towards the three of them wildly.

The powerful momentum, the indomitable courage, the three of them did not retreat, and the powerful Gang Qi continued to surge, colorless and invisible, like an insurmountable barrier.

Fu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly took a few steps back, pulled his long sword back, and then slowly stabbed forward.

The so-called fast move and slow momentum, this is the most basic sword path, Fu Yan's ordinary and slow sword stabbed out, but it was like carrying a huge mountain, and the powerful momentum was all towards the Qinglong original.

Qinglong's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "The Grandmaster has such momentum in the middle stage, and you can't be left today!"

Fu Remnant's face was covered with blood, and he said coldly: "Do you think Fu Remnant can keep you?"

"Come on, then!" Qinglong suddenly took a step forward, his whole body was surging, his innate cultivation skills were running to the extreme, and a powerful Dao Yun flowed out, setting off a powerful hurricane.

Song Tianshi's faces changed, and their skills were used to the extreme, and they slapped it with all their might.

The four forces suddenly collided, bursting out a powerful wave of qi that suddenly surged towards all directions.

Fu and the three of them retreated one after another, constantly playing one internal force after another to deal with this powerful wave of qi.

The remnants of the internal force surged around like a wave, and with a slight wave of the old Taoist's right hand, a blue light seemed to come out of thin air, turning into a wall of qi with a faint green flower, easily blocking this monstrous internal force.

Qinglong stood firmly in place, the whole person was as tall as a mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Is this only the strength?"

Song Tianshi grinned and said loudly, "Qinglong, take me another Trapping Demon Seal Method!"

As he spoke, his whole body was full of gold, turning into monstrous demonic energy and rolling black clouds. As the fingers continued to bend and stretch, a trace of black qi swirled around the fingertips, suddenly magnified, and a powerful black qi suddenly rushed straight into the sky, resonating endlessly, and the chains were sacrificed, turning into a hideous black dragon, and suddenly headed towards the green dragon.

And Fu Yan is figure was vertical, flying into the air, the long sword in his hand stretched out, and suddenly slashed down.

The powerful sword intent surged, and the space seemed to be about to crack, and the powerful sword qi tore down, sweeping away with the black dragon.

"Innate Gang Qi!" Qinglong roared, his hands suddenly grabbed back, and all the air in the sky rushed to his hands, instantly turning into an invisible internal force.

He danced wildly, hunting in his robe, and grabbed forward with his two big hands at the same time, pinching the black dragon with one hand and the sword with the other.

Two earth-shattering sounds, as if they came out at the same time, I saw the green dragon grasping the black dragon and the bright purple mang, and then roared angrily, and with a fierce force of both hands, he actually crushed the black dragon and the sword mang.

Qinglong is indeed too powerful, his cultivation is far beyond the peak of ordinary grandmasters, and he is only one step away from the Methodist military solution.

At this time, the battle between Yan Song and Lu Dongbin also entered a white heat, Yan Song was almost an equal existence to Qinglong, he only lost to Qinglong in ten moves that year, and he was also the top existence of the grandmaster. Although Lu Dongbin was the pinnacle of the Grandmaster, he could only barely hold on under Yan Song.

The face of the Holy Son of Qishi continued to change, and he suddenly slowly retreated backwards, he retreated to the bronze door, and suddenly turned around, and his face suddenly changed.

I saw an ethereal figure standing there, looking at himself quietly, dressed in white, with a long sword, and the whole person was faintly dusty.

Sikong Lanyue looked indifferent, and said slowly: "Since you are here, why do you want to leave?"

The Son of Qishi glanced behind him, and said with a calm face: "Get out of the way!"

Sikong Lanyue shook his head slowly.

The Holy Son of Qishi gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think that with so many people, I won't dare to kill you!"

Sikong Lanyue smiled and said, "They are them, I am me, I am standing here, you can't leave." ”

The Son of the Wizard said fiercely: "Then I will kill you!"

"Don't think too highly of yourself, or you'll never be a character. ”

"Arrogance!" Qishi Holy Son's face changed suddenly, and Sikong Lanyue's words seemed to hit him in the sore spot, and he immediately lost all his disguise.

His iron hand suddenly reached out, setting off a wave of blood, and suddenly attacked Sikong Lanyue.

Sikong Lanyue shook his head slowly, his figure suddenly became very light, and then, an invisible sword suddenly broke out of the air, tearing through the space, and directly smashing this blood wave.

"Grandmaster Realm!" said the Wizard Son in horror.

Sikong Lanyue slowly shook his head and said: "Actually, I still haven't broken through the bottleneck of the grandmaster, but how can the martial arts in the world be fully explained by the realm of internal force?"

After he finished speaking, the long sword waved lightly, very slowly, but an invisible sword ray, but it was extremely fast, and it came in an instant.

The Son of Qishi stretched out his hand, took a few steps back, and stammered, "Why, why can you be so strong even though you are not a grandmaster?"

Sikong Lanyue said lightly: "I said, how wonderful are the martial arts in the world, especially the realm can be determined? ”

"I don't believe it!" the Son of Qishi roared, and the iron palm in his hand suddenly poked out, and the blood waves rolled and came overwhelmingly.

Sikong Lanyue smiled lightly, his right hand turned slightly, the long sword flipped over, and a stream of the purest sword intent rushed straight up, and an invisible sword suddenly shot out, and everything dissipated instantly.

"This—how is this possible? "The eyes of the Son of Qishi are full of incredibleness.

Sikong Lanyue slowly put away the long sword, his right hand turned into a palm, and he waved it forward at will, and an invisible aura suddenly slashed out, and the powerful sword intent was still endless.

The Iron Son of Qishi tore his iron hand forward, and couldn't help but take a step back again, gritting his teeth and saying, "Why! Tell me why?"

Sikong Lanyue said: "It's very simple, I'm purer than you." ”

"Pure?"

"Didn't you show up yet? I didn't use my sword at all, and I didn't use any sword moves at all, just a light wave. Can you do without iron hands, can you do without exercises?"

"I ......," the Son of Qishi was speechless for a moment.

Sikong Lanyue said: "Your dependence on weapons is too great, your dependence on exercises is too great, and you can't tell whether they are controlling you or you are controlling them." You've lost your heart. ”

The Holy Son of Qishi was shocked, took a few steps back, and suddenly softened to the ground.

Sikong Lanyue's words hit his brain like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he was immediately in chaos and lost all his strength.

He had never paid attention to these before, he believed that as long as the exercises were strong, he could defeat the enemy across the ranks, and as long as the weapons were good, he would be able to take the lead. This deep-rooted thinking made him almost forget that strength lies in the person itself, not in weapons and exercises.

Sikong Lanyue does not have an unfathomable internal strength and mental method, and there is no peerless sword, but it is such an ordinary configuration, but he can defeat himself with that purity.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his martial arts for so many years seemed to have been practiced in vain.

At this time, Fu Yan and the three of them were still fighting with the green dragon, the green dragon was like a towering mountain, no matter how powerful the attack was, it couldn't shake him in the slightest.

He seems to have endless power, his internal strength is inexhaustible, and every palm that comes out is an indomitable momentum.

Fu Yan believed that in the face of an ordinary Grandmaster Peak Master, he would never be so hard, and he might even kill the other party across the border.

But Qinglong is different, he has a strong group, deep internal force, and the innate creation skill is unpredictable, and he can even absorb air and turn it into internal force, which is too powerful.

But it doesn't matter, no matter how strong he is, he must die!

And you have to kill him with your own hands!

Thinking of this, Fu Yan suddenly stopped, and "The Remnants of the Desolate Sword" silently recited in his heart, and big black and white characters appeared in his eyes, one by one, like a series of earth-shattering swords, roaring, roaring.

The two figures, one black and one white, began to compare to the sword again, constantly being crushed, and then reorganized, and a style of exquisite swordsmanship continued to emerge.

Fu Yan was almost intoxicated.

Since absorbing evil qi and the automatic operation of "The Remnants of the Desolate Sword Sutra", every time I silently recite this hundred-character Sword Sutra, I have a different feeling. And each of these feelings is so intoxicating that I can't even extricate myself.

Kendo is the most essential comprehension of the sword, how can there be so many sword moves in it. Moreover, these sword moves are all the most basic stabs, slashes, pulls, and picks, and there is no combination, and they are not powerful.

And it is expressed by black and white figures, but it is so wonderful and fascinating.

The old Taoist priest slowly raised his head, let out a heavy breath, and said, "Hey, little friend, you're all right! ”

It was still an obscene tone, a cool language, Fu Yan had long been used to it, and said loudly: "Master Dao, look how to get out!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Kick open the coffin, and here is the birth gate! Just go out!"

Qinglong was shocked when he heard this, his figure flashed, and he immediately kicked open the coffin, revealing a narrow hole underneath.

He didn't think about it, so he jumped down and disappeared without a trace.

"Want to run?" Fu Yan snorted coldly and immediately followed.

The old Taoist priest picked up Gu Jing and said loudly: "Sikong Xiaoyou, run away!"

Sikong Lanyue's figure flashed, and he immediately followed Dao Ye down.

So Song Tianshi, Lin Tianqi, Yan Song and others followed.

Lu Dongbin glanced at the Qishi Holy Son, and gasped: "Let's go! The Jade Seal of the First Emperor must be obtained, I don't believe that Fu Yan can escape the blockade!"