The moment Xiong Qiang closed his eyes, in the midst of everyone's incredible voices, Qingming's real person had already rushed to the wind again, and the four shadows were like illusions, and they all poked out their hideous palms to Xiong Qiang.

This time, as Qing Ming himself said, he didn't leave his hand, the four palms that attacked Xiong Qiang from four directions, each palm contained extremely huge power. It's just that its speed is too fast, and each palm is between the real and the illusory, which makes it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, and it is precisely because of this that people can't guard against it.

But at this time, Xiong Qiang's eyes were still slightly closed, and his tower-like figure was still shaped like a wood carving. Although he knew early on that although this wind chasing shadow could be transformed into four figures, there was only one real Qingming, and among these four palms, only one palm was real. But Qing Ming Zhenren's speed is extremely high, even if he exerts all his speed, he can't avoid Qing Ming Zhenren's real palm mixed with three phantoms.

With dynamic braking, he can't beat Qingming Zhenren at all, so he must brake with static, and treat the extreme with motion.

Therefore, at the moment when Qingming Zhenren made a move, Xiong Qiang slowly closed his eyes, and his heart calmed down at that moment, all the noise in the outside world had nothing to do with him, the killing machine had nothing to do with him, and the knife had nothing to do with him.

In his mind, a picture gradually appeared, which was the scene when he practiced swords in Cangwu Mountain.

It was a bamboo forest, a bamboo forest without wind.

The sunlight dappled through the dense bamboo leaves.

A person stood quietly in the bamboo forest, holding an unsheathed sword in his hand, although there was a sword, but there was no target, the sword did not know where to stab.

This picture appeared in Xiong Qiang's mind, and his face also showed a touch of indifference, and his figure was erect, as if he was now in the bamboo forest in his mind.

But Qingming Zhenren saw that Xiong Qiang did not move, but the attack of his subordinates did not slow down in the slightest, and four figures flickered around Xiong Qiang's body.

One came with a murderous spirit, while the other was indifferent and stood still, which made the audience who wanted to watch a good show put all their hearts on Xiong Qiang.

Since Xiong Qiang dares to say that he may not be able to break Qingming Zhenren's wind-chasing palm, it means that he must have his means, but although Qingming Zhenren's wind-catching shadow knows that the real blow is only one palm, as long as he is shrouded by his four palms, any palm may be a real palm. Although Xiong Qiang's sword is fast, between the virtual and real of these four palms, how can he easily distinguish which palm is the real palm?

So how Xiong Qiang should behave next, it is also to let everyone mention the spirit of 120,000 points, under this high speed, many people may not be able to see the fight between them, but like this extremely difficult to see master duel, it makes them dare not blink their eyes easily at this moment, afraid that this moment of blinking, it will lose this wonderful scene that may be extremely difficult for some people to capture in their lives.

Just as everyone watched with bated breath as the four phantoms of Qingming Zhenren approached Xiong Qiang, the picture in Xiong Qiang's mind also changed suddenly at this time.

In the windless bamboo forest, the mountain wind shook suddenly, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves also drifted slowly from the tops.

Sprinkled with water, like snowflakes in the sky, it instantly enveloped the figure holding the sword and did not move......

At this moment, the four phantoms of Qingming Zhenren each slammed a palm at Xiong Qiang without the slightest delay, and Xiong Qiang's immovable figure also moved suddenly at this time, and the slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, bursting out two streams of essence light, and the sword held by the backhand had already stabbed out.

The cold stars are shining!

No one saw how he drew his sword, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, as if at that moment, they saw that there were four points of starlight flashing in that instant.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the figure of Qingming Zhenren disappear, and finally revealed the figure of Qingming Zhenren, his figure was a little embarrassed and backwards, and there was a deep shock on that childlike face.

He didn't say a word other than shock, but when his figure hit the ground, his hands were slowly placed behind his back. It's just that no one saw his right hand behind his back, but it was trembling slightly.

Xiong Qiang was still standing there quietly at this time, the sword was still held by his backhand, and his expression was still cold.

There was silence in the hall for a long time, and everyone looked at Qingming Zhenren and Xiong Qiang with doubts in their eyes, and no one saw the fight between them clearly.

"Xiong Qiang won?!" After a while, someone finally said this softly.

Immediately, this person became the focus of everyone's attention, the man shrunk his neck, looked at Qingming Zhenren, who cast a complicated gaze on him, and slowly shrank into the crowd.

"Qingming Zhenren, there is one thing, I want to tell you, Yunyan Daoist was not killed by me!" What is rare is that the first sentence that Xiong Qiang opened his mouth did not say who lost or who won, but talked about Yunyan being killed.

Qing Ming Zhenren straightened his face and said: "Judging from your speed and fast sword, you have the ability to kill my eldest disciple, and you also have the motive to kill Yun Yan, I won't embarrass you today, but if you can't show evidence next time I see you, it will never be as easy as today." ”

"Master, killing Senior Brother Yunyan is what the disciple has seen with his own eyes, and Xiong Qiang can't deny it!" As soon as Zhao Li heard Qingming Zhenren's words, he already knew that Qingming Zhenren was afraid that he would also be defeated by Xiong Qiang today, and at this time, seeing Xiong Qiang take the initiative to mention Yunyan's matter, he immediately found the reason, pointed at Xiong Qiang and said angrily.

Xiong Qiang glanced at Yun Li indifferently, for Zhao Li, Xiong Qiang can't hate anymore, and now Zhao Li is already disdainful of him, disdainful of Xiong Qiang to hate him, disdain to take this person to heart anymore.

It's just that when it comes to Yunyan, Xiong Qiang still can't help but say: "What you see with your own eyes is sometimes not the truth! If you really want to mention the reason for the death of Yunyan Dao Chief, I'm afraid it will have nothing to do with you Zhao Li!"

"It has nothing to do with me?" Xiong Qiang, what do you mean by this? Could it be that I can't do the death of Senior Brother Yunyan?" Zhao Li said angrily.

Xiong Qiang ignored Zhao Li, he didn't want to explain anything. However, at this time, Li Shanshan said: "Zhao Li, isn't it? If it weren't for your personal anger, in the name of killing Big Brother Xiong's master Xiaoyaozi, you tricked Daoist Yunyan and several other Dao Masters into going to Jining to grudge with Big Brother Xiong, so that those who have ill intentions have a chance to take advantage of it, let Daoist Yunyan and several Dao Chiefs die unjustly, and let Big Brother Xiong be detained in this black cauldron? Isn't it you who started this?"

"Li Shanshan, what nonsense are you talking about?" was revealed by Li Shanshan's original selfishness, and Zhao Li also said in a little anxious.

Listening to Li Shanshan's words, Qingming Zhenren's brows frowned slightly, and he glanced at Zhao Li, with a faint anger on his face. Li Shanshan said that he had personal anger, but he had never heard him talk about it, and he also said at the moment: "Private anger? Little girl, it seems that you are also an insider about this matter, tell me what personal anger he has?"

"This ......" Li Shanshan's face was a little crimson, she lowered her head, pulled Xiong Qiang's sleeve and hid behind him, looking embarrassed and didn't know how to continue.

At this time, Yun Qing also stood up and said: "Master, the source of this matter, Senior Brother Yun Li is indeed at fault, but it is indeed true that Xiaoyaozi has an enmity with my Wudang." The disciple probably knows about the private anger that Miss Li said, and I will report this matter to you in detail after returning to the mountain. ”

Qingming Zhenren glared at Zhao Li silently, and immediately obeyed Yun Qing's words, and didn't ask again, just said: "Okay! Xiong Qiang, since you can even crack my Wind Catching Shadow Palm......

"Is this really broken? This is incredible, isn't it?" Before Qingming Zhenren's words were finished, those who heard this immediately set off a wave of discussion again.

Xiong Qiang glanced lightly at the awe and disbelief stares cast by these people, and his face was still so cold. Qingming Zhenren paused for a moment, listened carefully to a few words of discussion in the crowd, and then said again: "Even I am defeated in your hands, and my group of unsuccessful disciples are defeated in your hands, it is not a shameful thing, I Qingming is a talker, you can leave with this little girl." ”

"Real person concedes!"

"But I'm curious, how did you come up with a way to break my technique?" said Kiyomei.