My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 170

Hei Jiao's body gradually stabilized, and An Jing frowned and looked into the distance.

Above the vast sky and earth in the distance, an old man in white stood at the top of a verdant giant tree, his robe blew gently with the wind, his old face was covered with traces of time, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, Feng Lingyue.

Lead the five poisons to leave the Demon Sect and defeat the master of Duanmu Xinghua, the lord of Tianzong.

The whole body is full of unrestrained and unrestrained, and An Jing has seen many masters, but very few have such unrestrained bearing.

Xiao Qianqiu has avoided the world and cultivated for many years, and he has long lost his popularity. He sits on the mountain at a high level, regardless of worldly fame and fortune, and throws away the world's emotions and desires. Yan Guoshi couldn't break free from the shackles of popularity.

So looking at it makes people a little strange, not human, not immortal, like a stone statue placed on the offering table.

Throughout Feng Lingyue's life, the same young man became famous, and then he made great achievements in the demon sect and took charge of the five poisons of the demon sect. His aptitude and cultivation level even surpassed Jiang Shang, the leader of the demon sect when he was young.

Jiang Shang is the pre-determined leader, and the arrogant Feng Lingyue is naturally unwilling to do so. He has formed a gang in the demon sect, and his ambitions are obvious. Jiang Shang will naturally turn a blind eye and suppress him with thunder.

I thought that this would make Feng Lingyue wake up, but unexpectedly, this stimulated his ambition, tempered his mood, and made his cultivation level increase day by day, until Jiang Shang succeeded ten years later. It was a big event that shook the entire Yanjiang Lake.

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

At that time, it can be said that this incident caused a thousand waves in the Dayan Rivers and Lakes. It must be known that the demon sect at that time was like a duck to water in Dayan, and its prestige was comparable to that of the state religion.

After that, the Demon Sect was a thorn in the side of the Five Poison Sect, and it was a thorn in the flesh. Tianzong even dispatched most of the experts, just to kill Feng Lingyue.

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

Just when Jiang Shang was about to do it himself, Ye Ding, who taught Shinichi, also started going down the mountain.

At that time, the atmosphere on the rivers and lakes was extremely tense. One righteousness and one evil one from the True One Sect and the Demon Sect represented almost half of the Great Yanjiang Lake.

In the end, Jiang Shang still did not choose to take action. After all, there is a human emperor behind the true religion. If the demon sect really wants to go to war, the odds of winning are not great, but the Five Poison Sect is like a thorn deeply pierced into the hearts of all the people of the demon sect. among.

Now that more than 30 years have passed, the Five Poison Gates have become the seven major factions that call the wind and call the rain on the Dayan River and Lake, and Feng Lingyue has also stopped worrying about the mundane after the Demon Sect withdrew from the Dayan River and Lake.

In the eyes of many Jianghu people, Feng Lingyue has become a myth of Jianghu, an insurmountable mountain.

A character who wanders between good and evil is like a door of five poisons, and it is also mixed in the rivers and lakes.

Some people say that the Five Poison Sect is a branch of the Demon Sect, and it belongs to the evil sect and crooked way. Others say that the Five Poison Sect is mysterious, profound, and majestic. Feng Lingyue can lead the Five Poisons to emerge from the Demon Sect, which is also an extremely remarkable character.

"meet again."

An Jing's face was as calm as water, but his brows were slightly wrinkled in the dark.

"Yeah, we meet again."

Feng Lingyue let out a sigh of relief.

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

The difference is that he faced the Demon Sect at the beginning, while he faced the Shinichi Sect.

The black flood dragon slowly floated up, and An Jing also stood at the same height as Feng Lingyue, "I didn't expect that a figure as big as Old Ancestor Feng would be willing to be a chess piece for this true teaching."

"piece?"

Feng Lingyue shook her head, "Maybe so, but how many people in this world can play chess? They are not the ones who play chess. They can only be manipulated and controlled by others when they are on the chessboard."

In this huge world, there are a few characters who are real chess players. Even if they reach the master cultivation level, 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 person who makes the rules.

"It really disappointed me."

An Jing laughed loudly, "I heard Old Man Lou said that when Old Ancestor Feng was young, he was also a person who was not afraid of heaven and earth."

When Feng Lingyue heard this, she was silent for a while before saying: "This old man is not afraid of Tianzong or Jiang Shang, but the old man of the Demon Sect has to be afraid, and the thousands of disciples of the Five Poison Sect have to be afraid. , under the general trend of rolling waves, the five poisonous gates have to be afraid"

"The inheritance of the ancestors of the five poisons can be broken in anyone's hands, but it cannot be broken in the hands of the old man. This is the old man's promise to the ancestors of the five poisons."

Why didn't he want to be a person who stood up to the sky, but a big mountain of the Five Poison Sect had already weighed on his shoulders.

The general trend, forced.

It was just eight words, but there was a sense of helplessness that others could not understand without being in front of him.

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

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

"I know."

An Jing nodded and said softly, "Senior Qingfeng, since you're here, come out."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

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

This person is the old man Qingfeng, the old man from Dayan Jianghu, and he is also a top expert who has been famous for a long time.

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

The old man Qingfeng looked at An Jing and said solemnly: "Originally, this old man was unwilling to take action against you, even if the ashes were raised, there are still many people in this world who are laughing at me behind their backs, but Zhenyi has taught an old man a benefit that cannot be refused. ."

An Jing laughed loudly, "Since you're going to kill people, let's be more clean and neat. You don't need to make excuses for what you don't have and make jokes."

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The old man Qingfeng took a deep breath, "The old man doesn't kill you, only captures you."

The Shinichi Sect made it clear that they wanted a live ghost swordsman.

An Jing's smile faded, and his expression suddenly became a little cold: "What is the difference between falling into the hands of the True One Sect and dying?"

He killed so many masters of the Shinichi Sect, and the two sides have long had an indelible hatred. If it fell into the hands of Shinichi Sect, how could it have a good end?

The old man Qingfeng shook his head, and didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand stretched out: "Come on, let this old man experience the style of the sword immortal in this world, and it will be considered your last honor."

An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue and said, "Senior Feng is also very good at seeing the black flood dragon. In this case, if the black flood dragon under my seat doesn't take action, Senior Feng doesn't have to do it, so how can it be considered a saving of effort?"

Others don't know that Hei Jiao has no soul, but An Jing is very clear.

If you are fighting against the old man Qingfeng, and you have to control the black dragon, it is inevitable that you will be at a loss for clones.

Feng Lingyue glanced at the black flood dragon, and the fierce battle with the black flood dragon was still vivid in his mind. At that time, the black flood dragon would transform into shape, and then showed a good strength. Now that it has stabilized, the strength will definitely go further.

Anyway, his main purpose is to hold back the black flood dragon. Since he can save a lot of effort, why not do it?

"Okay."

Thinking of this, Feng Lingyue nodded slightly and said, "As long as this strange beast doesn't shoot, Feng will not shoot."

"Then let me experience the strength of a master master."

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

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere between heaven and earth solidified, and a great pressure seemed to contain the wind.

An Jing's heart sank. This pressure was three points stronger than when he fought against Puhui Bodhisattva.

The old man Qingfeng is a master, and even though he has practiced for many years, he is still a master, and it is difficult to make progress.

But compared to Universal Bodhisattva, his cultivation is deeper and more majestic.

You must know that Puhui Bodhisattva belongs to the Bodhisattva status in Buddhism, and if he is promoted to the master cultivation level, he is already weaker than the general master in the same realm.

Although An Jing's cultivation was not high at that time, but he possessed the secret technique of transforming ghosts and beasts, and the Puhui Bodhisattva was severely injured.

In the realm of the master, the body and the heart are united, and the inner strength has long been transformed into Taotao's true energy.

"bass!"

An Jing pulled out one of the swords of the Zhenxie Sword in his hand.

Lou Xiangzhen used to be optimistic about Zhong Binru being higher than An Jing, why is this?

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

Moreover, Lou Xiangzhen always felt that An Jing's swordsmanship was vast, and there was a faint aura of swallowing everything.

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

Sword Intent is too broad, and it is not a good thing. It cannot be controlled by human beings. After all, it is a dream and unrealistic.

But can ants really move mountains one day?

That must be the greatest miracle in the world!

The wind suddenly rises.

Passing over the treetops, the petals fell to the ground, turning into the remnants of this spring day.

An Jing's body was vertical, and the blue sword light finally shot up into the sky. The sword pulled three sword flowers in the air, like a snake spitting its core, and pierced the eyebrows of the old man Qingfeng.

"What a fast sword."

The old man Qingfeng had a hint of admiration in his eyes, and then flicked his finger.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, and the body of Zhenxie Sword was bounced away by a dark force, causing An Jing's arm to feel sore.

boom!

An Jing's figure was violently swept out, and the evil-suppressing sword in his hand also showed a monstrous cold light.

The whole body of the Zhenxie Sword is mottled and covered with traces of the years. The blood on the sword is still flowing slowly, and it shimmers faintly in the sun.

Swish!

An Jing waved his arms, directly carrying the monstrous cold air, and swept away at the old man Qingfeng, with a terrifying momentum!

The old man Qingfeng looked at the terrifying An Jing without any disturbance, and turned his body to avoid this fierce cold light.

"Three flowers blend? Half-step master?"

Feng Lingyue raised her brows slightly when she saw An Jing's shot.

I still remember that the last time I saw An Jing, his cultivation was only in the smallpox realm, and after only a few days in front of him, he reached the half-step master realm without a sound.

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

The old man Qingfeng also twitched his eyelids, but although the grandmaster realm and the half-step grandmaster were only one step apart, the gap was huge.

A half-step master who is as strong as a sword immortal like Lin Yiyang can only be defeated when facing the Universal Bodhisattva.

Therefore, the old man Qingfeng has no sense of crisis, and he still has confidence in his heart.

An Jing's expression was unprecedentedly dignified. This was the first time he had fought against a grand master in the heyday.

call out!

With that ray of light shaking the air, it penetrated from the void.

Nine-word sword art! Soldier secret!

An Jing clenched the Evil Suppression Sword tightly, waved his sleeve robe, and the Evil Suppression Sword in his hand waved out again, as delicate as an antelope hanging its horns, which was indescribable.

Several sword lights flew in the air, almost blocking all the retreats of the old man Qingfeng.

What a fast sword!

Old Qingfeng's eyes sank, his true energy flowed out, and he slapped it with a palm.

boom!

Several sword lights and the palm print collided violently in the air, and a group of energy suddenly emerged from the center.

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

Old 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 with 100% of his strength, he would definitely be able to kill An Jing.

The old man Qingfeng's eyes were low and he said: "There have been people who want to fight against the realm of masters with a half-step master, but there are only a few people, and no one in the world can do it, even Lin Yiyang, who is the sword fairy in white. It can't be done."

"Then I'll just be the few."

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

Jianguang will disappear out of thin air? !

"What a weird swordsmanship."

The old man Qingfeng slapped An Jing with his palm, and the huge palm print directly turned into an emerald green sky, as if the sky had collapsed, rushing towards An Jing.

The prestige of the master has already been exerted to the extreme.

Boom!

The waves of infuriating qi were surging everywhere, and the air in front of him was wrinkled, wave after wave, like an overwhelming wave of air.

"So strong!"

An Jing flew out several feet away. There was indeed a gap between the grandmaster and the half-step grandmaster. If An Jing had not been tempered into a perfect golden bone, and it continued to strengthen as his cultivation increased, maybe this was the case. One hit has already been hit hard.

"This ghost swordsman is really amazing, no wonder he has become a serious concern of the Shinichi Sect."

Unexpectedly, the old man Qingfeng was even more surprised. After all, the difference between the other party and his own cultivation base was so big, one sky and one earth.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, I saw the old man Qingfeng came to the back of An Jing in an instant, and slapped An Jing's back with his palm.

"not good."

An Jing only felt that the cold air suddenly rose, and hurriedly used the Swinging Nine Heavens Movement Technique.

But no matter how fast he is, how can he surpass Old Man Qingfeng?

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

Six Absolute Smoke and Rain Palms! Broken soul!

Although the old man Qingfeng didn't hit An Jing with this palm, the violent wind blew onto An Jing's body.

puff!

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

"The strength of the master is really terrible. It is necessary to cast the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra as soon as possible."

An Jing took a deep breath. If a swordsman couldn't even carry out his offensive, it basically meant that he had no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, An Jing activated the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

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

Then a golden Buddha appeared behind him in a trance, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows. He was magnificent, exuding great compassion and great wisdom. At the same time, An Jing's energy was rising.

The method of the Buddhist mantra seal, blessed in the body, is like a **** and a demon entering the body.

The inner power is endless, like an endless flame, which will never go out.

"This is that Buddhist martial arts?"

Old Qingfeng saw this, and his heart skipped a beat.

"What a great martial art."

Even though Feng Lingyue had seen it for the second time, she couldn't help but marvel in her heart. With the cultivation of his Second Qi Grandmaster, he felt that it was mysterious and inconceivable.

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

There was a faint golden light in An Jing's eyes, and he looked at the old Qingfeng in front of him calmly.

"The so-called strong move must be self-destructive, why bother?"

The surging energy, like rolling waves, erupted directly in the body of the old Qingfeng at this time, sweeping the world, and the powerful infuriating energy, even the air was shaking.

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-suppressing sword in his hand, and the golden Buddha behind him carried supreme coercion, exuding a palpitating sense of oppression.

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

boom!

The old man Qingfeng exudes a azure light all over his body, stepping on the ground, like a flying fairy outside the sky, his momentum is continuous and surging.

An Jing looked at the imposing old man Qingfeng, and his eyes became dignified. The strength of the old man Qingfeng was definitely the most powerful opponent he had encountered so far.

Boom!

But when An Jing's body was tense, a surging fighting intent burst out in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng. He didn't hesitate any longer. He stomped the soles of his feet and the ground shook, but his body disappeared directly and strangely. not see.

hum!

An Jing clenched the evil-suppressing sword tightly, and when he waved his arms, a strong energy overflowed, carrying the power to destroy the mountains.

And at the moment when Anjing Town's evil sword was slashed away, the figure of the old man Qingfeng suddenly appeared in the empty void, and he slapped it with a palm.

Boom!

The blade of the Zhenxie Sword slashed directly on the palm print of the Qingfeng Elder Xianjun. At this moment, it was like a meteorite across the sky, slamming into each other fiercely.

The ripple impact visible to the naked eye erupted almost instantly, and the air kept humming and trembling.

The terrifying anti-shock force came like a tsunami, which directly caused An Jing's body to be shaken violently, and then shot back several meters away.

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

There were ripples around the two evil-suppressing swords, and then they transformed into two giant swords.

Two giant swords appeared in the sky, this scene is really wonderful.

Return to One Sword Art! Swordsmanship!

An Jing's body stood between the heavens and the earth, the golden Buddha behind him shone, his eyes suddenly lit up, violent energy surged up, and the two evil-suppressing swords slid away like a shooting star.

boom! boom! boom!

Two meteor-like sword lights flashed past, and the air seemed to burst wherever they passed.

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

A gleam of light appeared in the eyes of the old man Qingfeng, he sucked in a breath of cold air, and then suppressed the vibration in his heart, and the whole body's true energy gathered on his fist strength.

Six Absolute Smoke and Rain Palms! Extinction!

The old man Qingfeng's body runs through the heaven and earth, and his whole body exudes cyan brilliance.

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

The glazed brilliance rushed out as if it had become a blue glazed mountain.

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

At the moment when the two collided, the air machine began to overflow frantically, and then the roar was even more deafening, the air waves flew away, and the surrounding trees were all shattered and turned into streaks of powder.

"Tap Tap"

An Jing stepped back again and again, his face was pale, and his internal strength was a little disordered.

The Liujue Smoke and Rain Palm is not just as simple as it looks on the surface. The terrifying impact seems to be soft, but in fact it is extremely domineering, causing the dantian to surge.

"Tick! Tick!"

The old man Qingfeng also stepped back, with a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows and eyes, and a strand of blood slowly flowed down his palm and fell to the ground.

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

Fighting a grandmaster with a half-step master, and being able to injure a master master, is considered the top half-step master in the world.

Lin Yiyang hit the Puhui Bodhisattva heavily at the beginning, but the Puhui Bodhisattva only became a master not long ago, and he did not even return to his position.

The old man Qingfeng is a genuine master of one gas.

"Next, I won't give you a half-point chance."

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

boom!

Suddenly, a surging infuriating qi swept in from the old man Qingfeng, like a violent wave, rushing towards the distance.

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

Bang bang bang!

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

"You are nothing but a master of one qi."

The sky-shattering sword glow in An Jing's hand has spread wildly, and the surrounding air is rolling away, surging towards the distance.

Feng Han's breath seemed to tear the air apart. Even Feng Lingyue, who was in the distance, could feel a cold light attacking her whole body, and she was cold from head to toe.

"His kendo is getting stronger?"

Seeing this, Feng Lingyue couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Throughout the ages, swordsmen have been adhering to killing. Any top swordsman's sword is full of corpses and **** seas. Only by constantly winning can the swordsman's tough heart be cultivated.

Keep going!

As long as the sword is out, I feel like I will win!

This is the powerful and extraordinary belief of the swordsman!

Lou Xiangzhen was defeated by the Sword God at first, and after decades of decadence, his heart dissipated, and this was what Lou Xiangzhen was worried about when An Jing and Tianjian faced off.

Why did Tianjian Cui Daoxian lose to Qiu Wanxia? On the one hand, Qiu Wanxia's swordsmanship is extremely high, and Cui Daoxian is careless. .

Today, with a half-step master against a one-qi master, in the eyes of the world, there is almost no chance of victory. Under such a contrarian situation, the indomitable confidence in An Jing's heart was stimulated, and his swordsmanship continued to grow.

The vast and vast sword intent is also constantly condensing.

If he wins today, An Jing's body condenses will also gather that mysterious and mysterious general trend.

Elder Qingfeng saw An Jing slashing with a sword, and secretly said, what a sharp sword.

But in an instant, he quickly suppressed the vibration in his heart, the handprint of his palm changed, and the surrounding internal force suddenly became surging, and the blue light gradually gathered towards the palm of the old man Qingfeng.

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

boom!

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

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

boom!

A palm blasted out, filled with a frightening blue light.

An Jing saw the cyan palm attack, his body shook, and then disappeared into the sky.

The old man Qingfeng looked very indifferent. After he hit the air with his palm, a long blue knife suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed towards the rear.

Clang!

A sound of almost exploding gold and iron clashing resounded, and then the metal storm spread wildly into the distance.

Unconsciously, An Jing had arrived behind the old man Qingfeng.

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

boom!

After the old man Qingfeng made a fight, there seemed to be no difference in the slightest, and he slammed An Jing with his palm.

An Jing retreated to the rear, his momentum was very unstable, and his footsteps retreated toward the distance. This palm bombarded, and there was a tendency to kill them all.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Zhenxie Sword broke out with a soft moan, as if it had transformed into countless sword shadows and rushed forward.

Bang bang bang!

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

Tread, step, step!

An Jing's footsteps retreated toward the rear, and a terrifying explosion of air erupted under his feet.

"Gurgling~"

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

An Jingqiang resisted the pain in his internal organs, and his internal strength rushed in frantically, converging on the evil-suppressing sword.

The next moment, a stream of stars appeared in the heavens and the earth, hanging upside down behind An Jing.

Return to One Sword Art! Swordsmanship!

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

The sword light is thunderous, flowing like a galaxy.

Buzz! Buzz!

Jianguang shuttled through the heavens and the earth, rushing towards the old man Qingfeng.

The old man Qingfeng had deep eyes and stepped forward.

Misty Rain Six Extreme Palms! Eat the ground!

In an instant, a power that ripped the sky and the ground swept in, and a power that was unstoppable and unstoppable swept away.

"To deal with the ghost swordsman, does the old man Qingfeng have to work hard?" Feng Lingyue couldn't help but sighed when she saw this.

Misty Rain Six Extreme Palms!

Although it is a martial art at the true martial level, the power of the last two moves is not weaker than the palm technique at the Tianwu level.

It will only be used when you are fighting for your life.

This shows that the ghost swordsman who is half a step into the realm of a master has already pushed the old man Qingfeng to such a point.

The force of the palm that shook the heavens and the earth came, and the mountains and rivers in the world changed greatly. Under the terrifying momentum, An Jing was like a mayfly.

boom!

The sword shadow like a galaxy collided with the palm force that shook the mountains and rivers, and suddenly the wave of energy like the ocean waves turned up, which was several feet high.

Boom boom boom!

The aftermath of the wave of Qi Qi was even more terrifying than the two opponents. An Jing was directly overwhelmed by the attacking Qi Qi.

"Wow!"

The wave of Qi machine impacted on An Jing's body, An Jing only felt that his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and a blood arrow was sprayed directly out.

Afterwards, his body was like a dead leaf in the wind, swaying in mid-air, and the golden Buddha behind him was also dimly radiated, becoming like a shadow, as if it would disappear at any time.

The old man Qingfeng did not feel as well as he imagined, the blood in his body surged, and his face was very pale.

According to common sense, the ghost swordsman at this moment is already running out of fuel and is doomed to lose, but the momentum on the ghost swordsman seems to have not dissipated.

The two looked at each other, the world was silent, only the wind whistled.

"I have one last sword left."

An Jing's voice was calm, and he looked at the body of the Zhenxie Sword in his hand, "Today, please try the sword!"

Today, let the master try the sword!

As An Jing's voice fell, he only heard the sound of sword chants resounding through the sky. The crisp voice was very strange, and his heart resonated.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

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

Unparalleled sharpness, chilling.

The next moment, the sword energy from the sky came in all directions, as if it had turned into a torrential rain.

Densely occupied all the sky overhead.

The Hundred-step Feijian combines the sword moves of the sword-fighting technique, and uses the fierce sword qi in the mighty world to become ancient.

The old man Qingfeng frowned sharply, all the infuriating energy in his body surged, and all the cyan rays of light gathered in his palm.

"This breath is too strong, not enough"

Old Qingfeng's heart was stunned, and he was consuming the blood in his body. He absolutely wanted to make himself invincible, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

For a while, the wind was blowing violently, and the gravel flew, uprooting the surrounding vegetation.

Misty Rain Six Extreme Palms! Swallow the sky!

The old man Qingfeng opened his lips, and his eyes became blood red. As his hands fell, a huge cyan palm print appeared on the sky, like a mountain falling heavily.

The violent Gang wind howled, filling the dense forest within a radius of several kilometers.

Boom!

At that moment, it was as if the sky and the earth were shaking. The entire dense forest was filled with billowing waves, and even that kind of vibration was transmitted out of the forest, causing countless waves of Qi Qi to erupt on the official road.

How terrifying is this? !

The gang wind tore apart, and the sword qi roared.

Feng Lingyue held her breath, with a dignified look in her eyes.

boom! boom!

This is An Jing's powerful blow, and it is also the current peak blow!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sky and the earth are about to explode, and the gang wind and sword energy are intertwined, and together they meet the palm print that falls from the sky.

Shocking! Brilliant!

The sword qi was gradually crushed by the palm print, smashed into pieces, and then disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Feng Lingyue let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

Old Qingfeng's face also showed a hint of joy.

He never thought that he would be happy to defeat a half-step master.

Click!

That is, at this moment, the Qi machine was madly scattered, rushing in all directions, turning into billowing waves, and everything it passed turned into dust.

In just a blink of an eye, the entire jungle was in disarray and devastated.

As the air machine continued to dissipate, two figures appeared in the smoke ahead.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The old man Qingfeng stood upright, his shattered robes rattled with the gust of 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 from his mouth, and the Zhenxie sword was inserted on the ground to support his body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

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

"cough cough cough cough"

An Jing coughed lightly. Not only did blood flow out of his mouth, but he felt dizzy in his brain, and his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"You lost." Old Man Qingfeng took a deep breath.

"Yes?"

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

Seeing An Jing's smile, the old man Qingfeng suddenly twisted his brows into the word "Chuan", and suddenly his expression changed suddenly.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

A regular voice came.

The old man Qingfeng clutched his heart in horror. At this moment, he didn't feel anything. He only knew that his heart was beating wildly, completely out of his control.

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

tom!

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

"me"

The old man Qingfeng held his heart tightly, lying on the ground, and raised his palms hard, but the harder he tried, the stronger his heart beat.

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

"This is"

Feng Lingyue looked horrified when she saw this, what happened?

Old Qingfeng felt that his heart had turned into a marching drum, beating continuously, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

His heart seemed to be jumping out of his mouth.

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

"you you"

In the end, his arm still did not lift, and his mouth slammed out countless blood towards the front.

"thump!"

The old man Qingfeng fell heavily to the ground. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Ancestor Feng, you will keep your promise."

An Jing looked at Feng Lingyuedan.

"Of course"

After a long while, Feng Lingyue recovered from her stunned expression.

"Okay, let's say goodbye then."

An Jing controlled Hei Jiao to come to him, and then staggered onto Hei Jiao's back.

"Roar!"

Hei Jiao let out a low growl and walked towards the distance.

I saw a black afterimage, and the black flood dragon disappeared in front of Feng Lingyue in an instant.

Chapter 170: The jungle invites the master to try the sword

Chapter end