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Chapter 193 Holy Fire
In the hall that was so deep, Pei Xingyan, who had retreated to the side of the corridor, turned around and saw countless spear shadows piercing the fire wall.

In an instant, the sound of the fierce metal and iron clanging echoed through the hall, as if hundreds of thousands of swords and spears collided into one.

The voice was sharp and distorted, piercing the depths of the eardrum, and it shook his head so badly.

At the same time, the big canopy was either dark red or bright sparks splashed around from the fire wall.

It was shaken by the intertwined energy of the two of them, and they flickered up and down in the dark void of the hall, like stars in the night sky.

"General, let's go!"

The urging of his subordinates sounded in his ears, Pei Xingyan waved his hands, frowned and shouted at Yang Qing: "Your Majesty, be careful of that big cauldron, it will breathe fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as Yang Qing and Bi Xuan collided again, a wave of heat sent him into the corridor.

A sword cut through Bi Xuan's thrust like wind and thunder, and Yang Qing transported the Nine Yang True Qi to the extreme, and the instantly surging sword energy made the hall red.

At this time, Bi Xuan's offensive was exhausted, and before he could adjust and stand still, the blazing and scorching sun-like sword light in front of him had already cut through the air!

Before the sword glow could reach him, he felt a sense of crisis that he hadn't felt in a long time, as if his heart was being held tightly in his hands and kept grinding.

I don't know when it will be completely crushed!
The rapidity of the blade cutting through the air brings up heavy phantoms, and the pressure of the wind pressing against the nose is like a landslide, unstoppable!

And the aura around his body, which he had always allowed him to use, was broken by a sword, no matter how difficult it is to control flexibly.

The power of the sword was enough to tear apart the world, leaving him with the terrifying feeling of having no place to hide.

"Can't hide."

Thinking of this, the spear in Bi Xuan's hand that had just been cut to one side immediately turned back, following the rift in the sea of ​​spiritual energy in the induction, across his chest.

"Hiss... buzz!"

The moment the blazing sword light fell across the sky, the spear of Agushuaya, which was able to block Bi Xuan's chest, also had a burst of flames rising into the air.

The two collided anxiously in the air, and finally after a short breath, the Nine Suns Sword Qi pierced through the dark red flames, and slashed towards Bi Xuan's chest with the rest of his energy!

Yang Qing, who followed closely behind, didn't care about the result of the battle, and the cold blade in his hand slashed at Bi Xuan's neck!

However, as soon as he arrived with a sword, the spear, which had dissipated all the flames, suddenly rose two inches out of the air, blocking the blade again and again dangerously.

The tip of the sword slashed across the entire body of the spear, and the two extraordinary iron objects made a sharp sound as soon as they touched.

Until the tip of the sword slashed across the battle spear, there was a burst of humming immediately interlaced with each other!
Shocked by Yang Qing's sword, Bi Xuan no longer underestimated luck.

The eyes infested with dark red flames faced Yang Qing's fiery pupils across the air. Seeing that the sword energy was still remaining, he waved his hands diagonally upwards in an extremely limited space.

Two streaks of flaming energy visible to the naked eye immediately met the sword energy, and then he flipped his wrist, and his five steel-like fingers suddenly opened, catching the spear that had been chopped off by the long sword.

It's just that as soon as he grasped the spear, he felt the weight attached to it, which made him retreat five steps in a row, and spit out a mouthful of blood before regaining his grip.

But Yang Qing didn't give him more time to adjust his breath.

The moment he cut down the spear, he had already taken another step, straddling the distance between the two of them several feet away.

In his hands, the long sword turned into a dragon that roams the sky and plays with clouds, and the rolling sword light is like a torrential rain and wind, pouring down!

At this moment, Bi Xuan was also aroused with a raging fighting spirit. He boosted the Yanyang true energy, and the dark red flame energy rose again from the tip of the spear, smashing and slashing at the void in front of him.

The endless spear shadows faced the continuous sword light, and the two suddenly appeared and disappeared, like a blooming fire lotus.

Originally, the pitch-black hall without a single source of light flickered on and off as the two people's true qi collided, and it was all dim red.

With the sound of the blades colliding gradually, Bi Xuan felt that Yang Qing's sword was getting faster and heavier.

His arms had gradually felt numb, and the tiger's mouth had ruptured earlier, and the blood could not stop flowing out, which was healed with his true energy.

On the other hand, when Yang Qing stepped out, Jian Yu and Thunder fell, without any sign of stopping.

He retreated again and again, but every time Yang Qing took a step, his figure would leave an afterimage on the spot like a ghost, and then appear in front of him out of thin air.

What made him even more desperate was that the sword force that he retreated to dodge the previous moment, when Yang Qing approached again, he didn't stop at all, and still cut down one after another!

"Give me... open!"

Knowing that if this goes on like this, he will be slashed by the sword in no time, so Bi Xuan parried another sword in danger, and then poured his true energy into his left hand.

At the moment when the arm suddenly swelled, he punched out from the air:
"Huayang Dafa!"

This punch hit the empty space, but the air in the hall suddenly swayed and surged like a porcelain jar filled with wine.

Between the two of them, the void where Bi Xuan's fist landed was more like a drum head dropped by a heavy hammer, trembling and trembling constantly.

The layers of waves that swayed turned into raging wind and fire, falling towards Yang Qing!

The gray shirt and long hair were blown backward by the sudden strong wind, and Yang Qing had already sensed Bi Xuan's thunderous blow at the moment the aura around him changed.

Facing the raging endless wind and fire, he raised his single palm, and the nine suns and stars spun and jumped rapidly, and the true energy turned into a flame dragon in the meridians in an instant and gathered in the palm:
"Dragon fights in the wild."

While roaring through the sky, the galloping flaming dragon illuminated the square hall, then flicked the dragon's tail wildly, and threw its fang-filled mouth into the turbulent void in front of it!

"Boom~!"

The hall, which had been silent for an unknown amount of time, suddenly shook violently under the impact of two extremely powerful fire forces.

Rocks fell from the dome, and the ground seemed to be swept by a hurricane. Only the big bronze tripod was still as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.

When the storm receded, Yang Qing still stood firmly in place.

But Bi Xuan was affected by the strong wind, and his body was like an arrow from the string, slamming against the stone wall behind him.

Agushuaya's spear was inserted into the ground in front of him, and the end was still trembling slightly.

"Ahem...you and I seem to have something in common in our exercises, but the subtleties are completely different."

Putting his left hand on his chest and his right hand behind his back, Bi Xuan kept coughing up large pieces of coagulated blood clots, but his eyes were fixed on the opposite side, not daring to relax at all:
"I created my own "Sun Yang Qigong", and used the temple's flaming energy to cleanse and cut down my body for dozens of years. I asked myself that my physique was as steel as iron, and the source of true energy was endless. Where did you learn from..."

"Since I woke up in Luoyang, you are the first one who can catch me hundreds of moves, so be content."

The tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, Yang Qing waved the long sleeve of his left hand, and scattered the dust in front of him: "You and I didn't have any grudges, but we have a different stand.

If I don't kill you, I'm afraid Luoyang will be in trouble in the future, so die! "

The long sword vibrated, and the fire rose.

Seeing this, Bi Xuan wiped his body with one hand, and also held the spear in his hand.

Just when the two were about to make a final fight, there was a heavy sound in the hall!
"Buzz~!"

Amidst the continuous tremors, a dark red rose from the center of the altar beside him.

Hearing the sound, Yang Qing looked sideways, and saw the towering bronze cauldron suddenly and slowly rising into the air.

Under the big cauldron, when he first arrived at the main hall, the dark red flame that Zeng Jinghong glimpsed was rushing up in the air, holding the bronze tripod above firmly into the air.

The eruption of flames gradually intensified, as if they wanted to get rid of the suppression of the bronze tripod.

But the big cauldron stopped three feet from the ground, and then dark red flames spewed out from the empty cauldron, no matter how the "earth fire" below stirred, it did not move a single bit.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qing has fully understood the various visions in the tunnel before.

The red light was dissipated by the flames, and the bronze tripod that suppressed the flames made Bi Xuan quite concerned, so Pei Xingyan threatened to smash the tripod.

This flaming energy is very similar to Bi Xuan's true energy at first glance, but it is completely different when the energy is sensed.

Bi Xuan's zhenqi seemed to be affected by this, so it became of the nature of raging flames.

But compared to this flaming energy from the ground, it lacked spirituality after all. Yang Qing had fought against him for a long time, but he didn't feel anything special.

On the contrary, at the moment when the underground flames rose, the nine suns and stars in the sea of ​​air danced wildly again, as if they were constantly urging him to come forward.

At this moment, without warning, Bi Xuan stomped on the stone wall behind him, and his figure suddenly flashed towards the central altar.

At this time, the distance between the two of them was only five or six feet from the altar, and he exerted a short force, and he used another kick.

When Yang Qingfei caught up with him, Bi Xuan had already put the spear in his hand against the floating bronze tripod.

"stop!"

Seeing the long sword stopped three inches between his eyebrows, Bi Xuan let out a yell, and then said solemnly: "In terms of martial arts, I have lost today. But a Turkic boy will not kneel down to survive, let alone close his eyes and wait for death!
open! "

After saying that, his bronze-colored muscles suddenly tensed up. With one of his hands holding the spear at the end and the other in the center, under his tremendous strength, he suddenly lifted the bronze tripod in front of him and flew out!

"Boom!"

The moment the bronze tripod flew to the ground, the dark red flames instantly shot up into the sky!

The "earth fire" that pierced through the sky rushed to the top of the dome of the hall, and when it was hindered, it immediately swept away along the top.

In the blink of an eye, the flames filled the roof of the hall, and rushed down along the four stone walls.

To completely fill this hall!
"I stumbled into this temple in the desert when I was young." Bi Xuan watched the flames sweeping across the temple, and the fire reflected in his eyes dyed the corners of his eyes red:
"With the help of this sacred fire, you can practice Yanyang Miraculous Art. No, it should be said that I still haven't practiced it. I haven't completely cracked the secret of the sacred fire yet."

Needless to say, Yang Qing already felt that the flames filling the temple were not real flames.

On the contrary, it is more like the aura ocean around the body, endowed with life and special attributes.

Contaminated by inflammation, it will induce one's own essence to merge with it.

If you can guide it well, you will use it for your own use just like Bi Xuan.

On the contrary, it is like that Turkic boy who was killed by him.

It's just that this requires a careful and persuasive process. If the scale of the flames like the one in front of you is invaded into the body, the energy will be exhausted in an instant and you will die tragically on the spot.

"So you want to drag me to die here?"

"No." Bi Xuan shook his head and said, "You are the one who died!"

After speaking, he jumped into the sea of ​​flames.

At this time, the flames surged and raged in the hall, covering the ground in an instant, and then began to fill the void.

But Bi Xuan was in it, and the zhenqi that stretched out the body shielded the infinite flaming energy.

Perhaps it was because his true qi was closely related to the flaming breath, and as soon as the latter came into contact with his body-protecting true qi, they dispersed one after another.

Occasionally, a few strands invaded the body and were absorbed and transformed, unable to cause the slightest damage.

When he reached the entrance of the corridor, he looked back.

Across the sea of ​​fire, Yang Qing showed him a strange smile: "Did you misunderstand?"

At the moment Bi Xuan was stunned when he heard the words, he suddenly saw Yang Qing retracting the sword and returning it to its sheath, and then pinched the strange seal formula with one hand, and the red flames in the hall immediately froze into the void like soldiers prohibited by the battlefield.

"Fire Bell Seal!"

As early as the first time he came into contact with this strange flame, Yang Qing felt that it could help Jiuyang Zhenqi, and he was more keenly aware of it. "Fire bell print" also helps.

At this moment, the speculation finally turned into reality.

At the moment when all his spiritual thoughts came out and the seal was formed, the red flames all over the sky suddenly rolled back and gathered around the handprint.

In the blink of an eye, a dark red sun burning with fireworks has formed around his handprints!

"impossible……"

Yang Qing shook his head dissatisfied and said: "It's too old-fashioned, let's change it."

Bi Xuan frowned deeply, and said in disbelief: "Even if your kung fu is innately compatible with the holy fire, you will not be burned. But with so many holy fires, how much energy do you have to support it!?"

"My true qi is as vast as the sea, and it has already formed a world of its own. Although this flaming energy is strong, it can't stop me."

While speaking, the condensed flame was captured and transformed by the seal of the fire bell, and it has been thrown into the nine suns and stars in the air like a river flowing into the sea.

Compared with the last time, he directly let the two merge and transform, which is smoother and faster.

Seeing that the sacred flame in front of Yang Qing was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, but others were becoming more and more energetic.

Even around his handprint, it seems that because of absorbing the holy fire, there are four groups of dazzling scorching sun.

The pure fire power contained in it made Bi Xuan startled even from a long distance away.

And a moment later, when the fifth, sixth, and seventh regiments of scorching sun almost formed a full circle around Yang Qing's handprints, he didn't dare to look any further.

"Whoosh!"

With the last stubbornness and unwillingness to break through the air and throw the spear of Agushuaya towards the altar, Bi Xuan turned and rushed into the tunnel, like a strong wind passing through, without stopping.

"Can you still go?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, at the moment when the spear was thrown in front of him, nine groups of flames gathered around Yang Qing's handprint, just like nine yangs living together.

"Jiuyang Divine Art!"

With a soft shout, his white and slender five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and he punched out head-on.

As soon as it was born, the nine scorching suns that were like arms and fingers immediately rushed to the spear, beating the latter into the air and rolling, and when it landed, it was burned red.

Immediately, he lifted the hem of his clothes, turned into a breeze, and suddenly disappeared above the altar of the hall, chasing into the corridor.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the corridor, he suddenly felt the mountains shake and the ground tremble.

There was a muffled sound of "bang bang" in front of him, and the gravel above his head also fell down.

This tunnel was originally excavated by hand, Bi Xuanliang said, but he has been here for decades, and he obviously knows the structure and even the hidden mechanism better than himself.

Knowing that Bi Xuan wanted to bury himself here, Yang Qing didn't dare to delay for a moment, and the speed increased to an unprecedented level.

If someone can overlook the corridor, they will find that there are no people in it at all, only two gusts of wind, one brown and one gray, can't stop moving forward...

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(End of this chapter)