Listening to the powerful shouts and the light skills that seemed to control the wind and the clouds, Yang Lin immediately knew who was coming.
This is not Qiu Chuji, the Changchunzi who ranks first in swordsmanship and martial arts among the Quanzhen Seven Sons, or who he is.
This man has a fiery personality, can't get a grain of sand out of his eyes, is extremely aggressive, and has a very gambling streak.
As soon as he arrived, he saw his direct disciple lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
How can you still have a blind date with the enemy?
Naturally, we should attack with all our strength and then fight.
Qiu Chuji soared into the air and then swooped down, like a big bird swooping down on a rabbit, fierce and fierce.
It is obvious that he has practiced a set of Quanzhen basic Qinggong Jinyan Kung to the point where his mind and body follow each other, and his body and spirit are complete.
Especially his swordsmanship.
A sword cuts down, but it is still far away. In the eyes of people, it is like catching the clouds from the sky and turning into blue waves of the sea...
The sword slashed vertically and then swung horizontally. Overlapping internal forces condensed on the sword's edge and surged forward.
Yang Lin knew at a glance that Qiu Chuji's internal strength was still higher than Peng Lianhu's.
At least, the force attached to the sword is so majestic and powerful that it is even more powerful than the internal force of Judge Peng Lianhu's pen.
Compared to Sha Tongtian, it is much more powerful.
They are both first-class masters, and they are also divided into strong and weak ones.
Just like Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, they can still fight Qiu Chuji and fight ten or eight moves without losing, but they will be powerless in the follow-up.
However, people like Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziwen might be shocked to the point of vomiting blood and flying back with one or two moves...
Logically speaking, if the swordsmanship is strong and the internal force is thicker, it will be more difficult for Yang Lin to resist.
But that's not the case.
because.
The inner strength of Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship does not have the weird yin-fire power of Sha Tongtian, nor is it as insidious as Peng Lianhu, who uses the judge's pen to hit acupoints and uses yin hands.
Not to mention that they would hide poison in their palms like Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziwen, secretly discover hidden weapons, and seal their throats with blood.
He plays in an upright and overpowering way.
That's good.
Yang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart was beating wildly, like a giant hammer, and the blood flowed all over his body, like the waves of a big river.
He got excited.
It's rare to meet such a top-notch master, and he doesn't use dirty tricks.
In the battle at Nanhuju, although he fought with great heroism, he was still at a loss.
The fight between the two sides is life or death, so you need to be careful at all times, and you will not be able to enjoy yourself at all.
At this time, seeing Qiu Chuji's playing style, he immediately became interested.
He took a long breath, his eyes flashed with bloodshot eyes, but his mind was as cold as ice and snow.
Facing the sword coming at him like a tidal wave, he lowered his waist and sat on his crotch, raised his fists to his chest, and gave a long shout.
The force rises from the ground, and the fist is like a shooting star.
Bang bang bang bang...
The chaotic arrow attack of Mizong Fist.
His hair fluttered like fire, his arms were as ferocious as the devil's claws, and his fists broke through the heavy air, making a crackling thunderous sound.
There were layers of white air waves in front of my eyes.
This actually broke the air, penetrated the inner strength, and moved forward step by step with ten punches.
Incomparable heroism.
Qiu Chuji slashed it down with all his strength, his inner strength was like the sea and waves.
There was a bang...
The internal energy condensed like a substance was smashed into pieces as if it had hit a rocky mountain.
A figure cut through the waves and suddenly flashed to his side.
He was slightly frightened, and with a little tip of his toe, he drifted back. Without thinking, he made a gesture with his left hand that was covered with frost and ice, and struck with lightning from his palm.
boom……
A white hand with blue veins on it, with a shrill scream, drew a crescent moon, flashing past his ear.
Under the cutting and slashing blows of the palm knife, Qiu Chuji felt his palms burning and half of his body shaking wildly.
As if being hit by ten mad cows, his body leaned to the right and staggered seven or eight steps.
He put more force on his feet, held up a sword flower to protect his side, and looked at it in horror.
They saw the young man in white, who was also knocked backwards several feet by his frost-breaking ice palm. He landed on the ground and made a move to open the door and greet the guests, as if he was ready to attack.
His breath was calm, his fighting spirit was like fire, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.
"A good opponent."
At this moment, Qiu Chuji was aroused with passion and pride in his heart, and a desire to win surged from his heart, completely refusing to accept the fact that he was tied with a young man.
He groaned, his left hand condensed with frost and turned into tiger claws. He held the sword in his lucky hand and raised his wrist. Eighteen sword shadows appeared at the tip of the sword.
But he was preparing to use Quanzhen's best "One Qi Transforms Three Purities", a very consuming sword technique.
"Stop it, stop it all."
A long drink sounded.
There were five more figures in black robes, whooshing from the pavilions.
The leader was an old Taoist priest with white beard and white hair.
This Taoist priest was full of immortality and had a kind face. Although he was slightly angry at this moment, he was still polite and distinguished.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he glanced around, bowed his head, and asked: "I wonder if our Quanzhen Sect has offended this little brother, so why did we come to fight?
If there is anything we have done wrong, please point it out and I will definitely give you an explanation. "
As soon as the old Taoist priest spoke, several middle-aged Taoist priests and a middle-aged Taoist nun behind him all bowed their heads and said, "Blessings will be immeasurable."
Qiu Chuji immediately became very embarrassed.
He held the sword and concentrated on it, neither attacking nor sheathing the sword.
It just hung there.
At this time, Yin Zhiping finally got up, drooping his right arm, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and shouted angrily: "Master, uncle, that little thief..."
"Shut up, your name is Yin Zhiping."
Yang Lin shouted coldly.
He reached into his arms and took out the jade pendant.
Hold it in front of your chest.
This is a token of apprenticeship given by the real person Wang Chuyi of Yuyang. He bluntly said that if he has not returned to the mountain when he reaches the mountain, several senior brothers will teach him on his behalf.
"You keep calling yourself a thief, but if you don't agree with me, you'll be ruthless and take people's lives... Let me ask you, Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing, Li Zhichang, Qi Zhicheng, and you..."
Yang Lin called them one by one.
He had an excellent memory and had heard the names of these people when the fight started.
"When I went up the mountain, did I tell you clearly that I had an appointment with Master Yuyangzi Wang to pay homage to the Chongyang Patriarch and return to the gate wall?
But what about you, how do you do it? Regardless of the indiscriminate nature, just kill people with a sword...
You know, they say that our Quanzhen swordsmanship is profound, but our attacks are too fast.
For those who don’t know, you are said to be arrogant and arrogant. "
I heard Yang Lin scolding him.
Several Taoist priests didn't think so at first.
As he listened, his expression changed.
Especially Qiu Chuji, whose face was as red as pig liver.
His beard sprouted, he pointed at Yin Zhiping and cursed: "You evil beast, what's going on? Why don't you tell the truth..."
If this young man is really the new disciple of junior brother Wang Chuyi.
I really lost my face to my grandma's house.
As a senior uncle, he didn't know anything about the situation, so he just came up and started fighting.
If you hurt or knock down your opponent, you can just apologize afterwards.
After all, as an elder, it's just the same thing if he wrongly blames his disciples.
Who has never had a misunderstanding or a wrong hand?
However, he took action and used all his strength, but he still didn't win.
The two sides just fought head-on, and it was a draw at most.
Moreover, the most uncomfortable thing is that even if he continues to fight, he has no confidence that he can win.
The opponent's fighting spirit was boiling, he could change his moves extremely quickly, and he was extremely powerful. Every move he made was aimed at the place where he needed to be saved, which made him feel secretly terrified.
He was always a competitive person, and after being stopped by his senior brother in the middle of the fight, he felt unhappy.
As a result, I heard that it was my disciple who was at fault first, and I couldn't hold back my anger.
