I saw that the seven sons of Quan Zhen were holding a sword in one hand, and the other palm was on the person next to him, and the seven people were one, and then Ma Yu opened out a palm, and also saw a true qi palm appear in the air, and the two palms collided, making a loud "rumbling" sound, and the bluestones in the field were swept away. Zhao Zhijing sighed. This Tiangang Beidou Array is really good, the formation of seven people is like one person with the skills of seven people, it is indeed indestructible. Zhao Zhijing saw the seven-person sword in front of him walking with him, the seven swords pointed directly at himself, and understood that he had been trapped in the formation at this time, if he wanted to break the formation, unless he knocked down one of the seven people, he would definitely not be able to escape, and the seven people in the formation braked quietly, and the head and tail should be hit, and the tail should be the first and the last should be hit, and the enemy was firmly trapped in the formation.

Zhao Zhijing casually pulled out his waist, hanging rosewood sword, this sword over the years, Zhao Zhijing has been washed with his true qi every day, originally this red sandalwood will be a long time old tree, no less than a thousand years of red sandalwood texture is not less than the general fine iron sword, not to mention that Zhao Zhijing always uses the true temperature to raise, at this time compared to the sword Zhao Zhijing himself does not know, but it feels that it is no less than the gold and iron sword that has been tempered for thousands of years.

A rosewood sword and seven fine iron long swords were in the field, pointing directly at each other, and the swaying air flow blew the long hair of the eight people in the aura, Zhao Zhijing shook the long sword and attacked the seven sons, the seven sons and seven people were one, and the seven long swords were like one person in the same envoy, and the same envoy was going to the wooden sword. The sword light formed by the seven swords is like a meat grinder, and the sword qi flies in the sword circle. Zhao Zhijing's rosewood sword was like a purple pillar wrapped in the sword ring, and a dinging sound was heard, but there was no damage in the slightest. The time of tea slipped away in the battle, Zhao Zhijing wanted to come to this time and fight again, those brothers in the mountains are coming, if they see themselves fighting alone with the master and the uncles, then the majesty of the uncles and uncles, then a sword heavy sword sword The seven swords of the seven sons swung away, and then used a sword to point the star, the purple sword tip and the long sword of the seven sons collided together, Zhao Zhijing then flew out of the encirclement of the Seven Sons Tiangang Beidou Array at this time, and then pinned the rosewood sword to his waist, and thanked the uncles and uncles for their advice to the seven people in the field。

In the Chongyang Hall, the seventh son sat cross-legged on the futon, and Zhao Zhijing sat at the bottom. There were only these eight people in the vast hall. Zhao Zhijing told his retreat feelings in detail with the true seven sons, and the seven sons couldn't help but sigh when they heard it, this martial arts is really endless, the louder conversation became smaller and smaller, until everyone stopped talking, and then everyone left the hall, leaving only Ma Yu in charge, Ma Yu looked at the portrait of Wang Chongyang in the middle, bowed, lit three incense sticks and inserted them on the incense burner in front of him, and said to the portrait:" Master, you passed the Quanzhen Sect to me that day, the disciple has been careful all these years, I am afraid that one day the Quanzhen Sect will disappear, but at this time, I Quanzhen has another immortal genius, and he is a master of decision-making at a young age, and he can ensure that my Quanzhen will not fade for decades, even if the disciple can't hold on, he can leave with peace of mind."

Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chuyi sat at the table, the two teas on the table were still steaming, Wang Chuyi looked at Zhao Zhijing and said: " To this day, master, my greatest achievement is to accept you as an apprentice, at this time, your skills are no longer something that I, an old man, can comment, I just hope that when you act in the future, think that you are a person of the Quanzhen Sect, and you are taking care of these brothers and sisters of yours, on Zhongnan Mountain, I can also shelter them, if they only know the true name in the rivers and lakes, I don't know how to die if they offend the masters, and I hope you can take care of one or two" Zhao Zhijing looked at the master in front of him who obviously added a lot of gray hair and said:" The master's martial arts are not low, as for the junior brothers, I will, even if the master doesn't say it, as their senior brother, I will."

Wang Chu smiled and scolded: "Don't I know, when you were outside the Jade Void Cave, you could obviously defeat your uncle and uncle and the seven of me to join forces, if it wasn't for the fear of being seen and not easy to say, how could you voluntarily lose" Zhao Zhijing scratched his head a little embarrassed and said: "It turns out that the master and all the uncles and uncles know it, I thought I was secretive enough!"

The tea on the table was added over and over again, and the tea in the teapot was drunk Zhao Zhijing got up and left, returned to his room, washed up and fell asleep at the end, although the martial arts made great progress after the breakthrough, but the fatigue of the mind still needs to rest to make up for it.

When Zhao Zhijing was still wandering in his dreamland, Xiao Hei was constantly wandering in the forbidden land of Quanzhen Houshan, but he never looked at this ancient tomb that made him uncomfortable, and every time he saw the eyes of other people looking at it, Xiao Hei would tremble, feeling that his life would be in danger if he was careless, and he only felt that his donkey was born in darkness, and his unscrupulous master had not come to take him out of this world like hell.

The ancient tomb, Li Mochou in the stone room, has reached a critical juncture, the beads of sweat on his forehead have penetrated out of the pores, but they turned into crystal ice beads and dripped at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a crisp sound in the stone room, if someone sees it, they will definitely sigh that the true qi of the ******** is really powerful, no less than any martial arts treasure.

In the grassland of Saibei, a young seventeen or eighteen years old, looking a little honest, but there is a heroic spirit rising in his own man is really talking with six Jianghu guests dressed differently from the Mongols, and the different instructions of the six people The man is listening carefully and preparing for the upcoming competition. Not far away, there was a woman wearing Mongolian costumes, but wearing expensive jewelry, really looking at the man's face full of happiness, that man was naturally the later hero Guo Jing, the woman was the beloved daughter of Genghis Khan, who would unify Mongolia in the future, Princess Huazheng.

In Beijing, the central capital, the protagonist of another martial arts competition, Wan Yankang's little prince was in the backyard of his family's palace at this time, taking advantage of the absence of his cheap master Qiu, he was consulting martial arts with a blind woman.

Overseas, an island full of pink peach blossoms, a fresh breeze blows, and the peach blossoms fly with the wind, showing a dazzling sea of flowers. A man with a unique middle-aged charm, who has fascinated many ignorant girls, is really playing a sad tune. A beautiful woman in the house was really thinking about how to escape from this place she didn't like, and an old man with white hair was having fun fighting with his hands in a hidden cave.