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 among the Seven Quanzhen Masters in swordsmanship and martial arts, or who he is.

This man was as fierce as fire, and could not hold a grain of sand out of his eyes. He was also extremely aggressive and had an extremely gambling nature.

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 be fooling around with the enemy?

Naturally, we should attack with all our strength and then fight.

Qiu Chuji soared into the air and then swooped down, just 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 up with the clouds in the sky and turning into blue waves in 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 stronger than the internal force of Judge Peng Lianhu's pen.

Compared to Sha Tongtian, it is much more powerful.

We are all top-notch masters, but we 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 may be shocked to the point of vomiting blood and flying back with one or two moves...

It stands to reason that the stronger the swordsmanship and the thicker the internal force, the harder it will be for Yang Lin to resist.

But that's not the case.

because.

Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship does not have the weird power of Yin Fire like Sha Tongtian, nor is it as sinister as Peng Lianhu, who uses the Judge's Pen to hit acupoints and move Yin Hands.

Not to mention that like Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziwen, they would hide poison in their palms, 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 beat wildly, like beating a giant drum, and the blood flowed all over his body, like the waves of a big river.

He became excited.

It's rare to meet such a top-notch master, but he still doesn't use dirty tricks.

In the battle at Nanhuju, although he fought with great heroism, he was still at a loss.

When the two sides fight, it will be 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 style of play, 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 long 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 demon king'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, punched ten times in one step, and moved forward step by step.

Incomparably heroic.

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 tiptoe, he drifted back. Without thinking, he made a frost-covered ice-breaking palm with his left hand, and struck with lightning.

boom……

A white hand with blue veins on it, with a shrill scream, drew a crescent moon and flashed 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 at once, his body leaned to the right and staggered seven or eight steps.

He put more force on his feet, held a sword flower in his arms, and protected it by his side, looking 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 most superior "One Qi Transforms Three Purities", a very consuming sword technique.

"Stop, everyone, stop."

A long shout sounded.

There were five more figures in black robes, swishing and swooping from the high pavilion.

The leader was an old Taoist priest with white beard and white hair.

This Taoist priest is full of immortality and has a kind face. Although he is slightly angry at this moment, he is still polite and extraordinary.

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 he come to fight?

If there is anything our religion has 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 became very embarrassed immediately.

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 in his arms.

Hold it in front of your chest.

This is a token of apprenticeship given by Wang Chuyi, the real person of Yuyang, who 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 has an excellent memory, and he 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 did you do it? Just kill people with swords without asking any questions...

You know, they say our Quanzhen swordsmanship is profound, but our attacks are too fast.

For those who don’t know, I’d say you are 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 hard and it was a draw at best.

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 necessary place to save him, which made him secretly feel awe-inspiring.

He was a competitive person by nature, and after being stopped by his senior brother in the middle of the fight, he felt unhappy.
Chapter completed!