Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 186 Good knife technique, beheading the master
The power produced by the two violent auras entangled, squeezed and strangled caused people around to avoid it, and they were very embarrassed for a while.

Even Daoist Chongxu couldn't stabilize his figure in the impacting air waves overflowing from the outside, and while he hurriedly floated away and then retreated, his eyes were full of horror as he let go of the Taiji internal force.

Although Yan Ming brought him surprises time and time again, he still underestimated his strength too much.

One is the real grand master level, and the other is that the power of the one-cut burst is far greater than that of the grand master, and no Taoist Chongxu can afford to provoke him.

In the smoke and dust scattered wantonly, Gongsun Oolong's roar was heard, and he forcibly survived Yan Ming's blow.

A light blue, real-like qi shield composed of many polygonal edges surrounded it, firmly protecting Gongsun Oolong in the center.

This must be the manifestation of the magical skill of the turtle shell. Gongsun Wulong was able to obtain this skill from Taoist Haigui, and then cultivated to this level, which shows that his talent is amazing.

But now the turtle shell shield is unstable and is trembling wildly at an extremely fast frequency, as if it may collapse at any time. Gongsun Wulong's body is like a real energy opening, and it is injected into it, barely maintaining the turtle shell magic. of stability.

Yan Ming's slashing power was completely gone, and Gongsun Oolong's horrific one finger just now failed to accomplish anything.

Even with the strength of Gongsun Wulong's advancement to the grand master level, even with his defense and defense, he has already consumed a lot of true energy, which made him feel a little pressure.

But I was glad in my heart: "This kid's realm is not as good as mine, but he doesn't know what secret technique he uses that can amplify the power of the saber technique to such a terrifying level... But it doesn't matter, I have already consumed such a huge amount, and the opponent probably has no power anymore... "

Before the thought in his mind was over, Gongsun Oolong suddenly raised his head in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

Because in just a moment, Yan Ming's aura began to rise rapidly again!
"How, how is this possible?"

Gongsun Oolong is like a ghost.

Accompanied by the rising aura, Yan Ming's zhenqi poured out violently as if he didn't want money, the knife in his hand trembled again, the pressure revealed above was even worse than before!

Yan Ming's current capital still has a lot left, not to mention, his most powerful saber skills are the first three cuts, and this is just the beginning.

As for the war of attrition, Yan Ming is the least afraid of it!

Not to mention, Yan Ming has been purified and refined many times, and his own foundation is far more solid than others. He has two top internal skills, and his recovery ability is also extremely scary. A great redemption...

In a moment, Gongsun Oolong turned around from a trance, trying to get lucky, but he was half a step too late.

The second cut took shape quickly, and with Yan Ming's low drink again, he slammed down wildly.

"Flash!"

The disciples of the Wudang Sect, who had been knocked over several times a moment ago, and who had just stood up with great difficulty, had a bit of a stress reaction when they saw this situation, and hurriedly retreated in panic, not caring about any formations at this time. Meet the enemy.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they practiced the formation for many days, and they were no threat to the absolute strength of the great master Gongsun Oolong.

It is still a powerful slash, but the sense of oppression falls on Gongsun Oolong, which is completely different.

Because in the previous cut, the two men faced each other with needles and refused to give in to each other. Now it is Gongsun Wulong who has not had time to make a move in the future, and half a beat behind has turned into a one-sided beating.

In an instant, Gongsun Oolong felt that almost every inch of skin and every inch of bone on his body was under tremendous pressure, as if he was about to be crushed.

"Buzz!"

With a flash of Gongsun Wulong's figure, the terrifying physique of the great master deflected the pressure abruptly, and charged forward.

The loud noise and roar struck again, and the collapsed building was once again stirred by the remaining power, debris flew across, and the air wave mixed with debris and ash scattered towards the periphery, forming a smoke-like air wave.

Fortunately, this time the Wudang disciples who were not strong enough escaped in advance and were not harmed.

But their sight was obscured by billowing dust and mist, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

"Uncle Qingxu, how are you, are you alright?" some disciples asked.

"Do you fucking look like I'm alright?"

Qingxu hugged the holed calf, and swears very rarely, not at all like the usual Wudang master.

"Go and see how Qing Zhi and Qing Yin are doing."

Qingxu then ordered, staring at the center of the smoke and dust.

Only a few people present were at a high enough level to be able to sense Gongsun Wulong's aura.

After this cut, Gongsun Oolong's aura became unstable, as if he had suffered a dull loss.

The smoke and dust have not dissipated, and there is almost no gap between the front and the back, and Yan Ming's third cut has arrived!
In the third cut, Yan Ming poured in all the saber intent that he had cultivated for a while without reservation, and the clumsy front trembled unprecedentedly.

"Shh!"

Accompanied by the imposing pressure on the knife, within a circle of tens of feet centered on Yanming, an invisible force field seemed to appear, suppressing everything.

The smoke and dust that had been lingering just now fell straight down, close to the ground, and the bricks and wood debris were also squeezed, making a creaking noise.

Everyone finally saw Gongsun Oolong clearly. The tortoise shell on his body trembled even more violently, approaching the verge of collapse. It seemed that he had suffered a lot from the blow just now.

As for Gongsun Oolong himself, his face was distorted, he was no longer calm and calm as when he said that he was about to kill, his old faces were crowded together, and his face turned blue and red.

Only Gongsun Oolong himself knew that the energy and blood in his body was surging at this time, and he had completely carried out the second cut forcefully.

Before recovering, the third cut has arrived!

"Wait, we can talk!"

Gongsun Oolong barely suppressed his blood, and as soon as he spoke, the violent saber force engulfed him.

A huge sword shadow condensed from the sword intent of true energy swallowed the figure of Gongsun Oolong.

Everyone saw clearly that the two sides met, and there was a sudden pause, which seemed to be for a moment, but also for a long time, and then the light blue tortoise shell shield on Gongsun Wulong's body suddenly shattered, turning into a little bit of starlight.

Then the terrifying, aggressive and sharp sword intent was completely released.

Daoist Chongxu narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his sight.

The eyes of the others were stung without warning, and tears flowed for a while, as the sharp sincerity released by the knife-like gesture turned into substantial damage, making them dare not continue to look directly.

After a burst of intense flashing white light, the tingling sensation finally subsided.

When everyone looked at it, they couldn't help being dazed.

There are dense knife marks and grooves all over the surrounding ground, like marks cut out by countless small knives at the same time in an instant.

The key point is that the ground here is not land, but paved with stone slabs, which is naturally harder. It is indeed a bit scary that so many and such deep grooves can appear in an instant.

After a group of Wudang disciples saw it, they took a step back unconsciously, showing fear on their faces.

What everyone pays more attention to is Gongsun Oolong.

Daoist Chongxu stared, Gongsun Oolong stood in place, motionless, but the defense of the magic circle of turtle shell outside his body had been completely dissipated.

Gongsun Oolong couldn't even dodge Yanming's slash just now.

Yan Ming's figure also fell slowly, and he retracted his knife into its sheath very confidently, and stood opposite him.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Gongsun Oolong spat out words word by word, and then a blood line slowly appeared on his face.

At the beginning, it was only very small, but it spread and expanded in an instant, and became obvious.

Straight and vertical to the ground, extending from the center of the forehead.

"puff……"

A blood mist suddenly burst out from Gongsun Oolong's body, and sprayed far away.

Afterwards, Gongsun Oolong's body straightened and fell on his back.

It seemed that until this moment, Gongsun Oolong couldn't believe that he had lost, and he was defeated by Yan Ming, who was a level lower than himself.

As Gongsun Oolong fell heavily to the ground and completely stopped breathing, Yan Ming's shoulders gradually loosened and he took a deep breath.

The three cuts erupted by Yun Dao Technique combined with Dao Intent are really too powerful. Now Yan Ming's body's true energy has been mostly emptied, and the inner strength and mental method are running rapidly, constantly replenishing.

The reason why he was able to quickly solve Gongsun's Oolong was actually because of his reputation. Since the two of them changed their offensive and defensive positions just now, Yan Ming has always maintained an active offensive posture, attacking closely together, without giving the opponent any chance to breathe, so that Except for Gongsun Wulong's shocking finger, he had been suppressed and beaten, and his fighting power was not fully released before he died.

Of course, this is also the indispensable result of Yan Ming's strength, tactics and experience.

Ever since he was upgraded and able to accumulate in his body, he has not used his Yun knife technique, and has already accumulated enough energy.

And the sword intent is even more powerful. During the period of time in Qixia Town, he has inspired most of the traces of different styles and levels of sword intent on the sharpening stone. After learning all kinds of different fighting styles and absorbing and transforming them, he has faintly perceived another completely different world.

Now Yan Ming's level of saber technique is no less than that of the great master, what is missing is the last step.

Coupled with the precious sword and the clumsy edge, the combination of the three can produce a powerful force that even a serious master like Gongsun Wulong can't resist.

Yan Ming knew all this well, but in the eyes of onlookers, it was really shocking.

At this time, even Daoist Chongxu looked at Yan Ming with a lot of fear, and the rest of the Wudang disciples respected Yan Ming even more, and they didn't dare to look directly at Yan Ming.

Many disciples still have pain in their eyes, they kept squeezing their tears, and were hurt by the sharp knife intent.

"Daozhang, you can clean up the mess now... Daozhang?"

Yan Ming turned his head and reminded Daoist Hedge Xu, only then did the other party come back to his senses.

"Oh, yes!"

Daoist Chongxu hurriedly turned around and began to order the arrangements. He ordered his disciples to treat the wounded, especially Qingxu and others who were injured by Gongsun Oolong. He would personally help diagnose and treat the injuries later.

Then it is to enclose the place and prohibit the entry of idlers, and then slowly clean it up. After all, the dilapidated rubble of this place, and the ruins of the collapsed buildings next to it, will definitely not be cleaned up in a short time.

In addition, we need to send people out to calm the emotions in the sect - the battle here just now was too noisy, and the coercion was felt by many people in the distance. Daoist Chongxu still ordered people to go around to appease and maintain order .

After Daoist Hedge Chongxu finished speaking, Yan Ming did not leave, but came in front of Gongsun Oolong.

At this time, Gongsun Oolong was dead, and his body lost its ups and downs.

But Yan Ming didn't let him go. Instead, he stretched out his hand and snapped Gongsun Oolong's neck, completely refusing any future troubles.

But he still felt uneasy, so he waved his hand and condensed a large blade of zhenqi, which pierced Gongsun Wulong back and forth several times.

Seeing that Gongsun Oolong had completely stopped resisting and was repeatedly pierced by the sharp blade, Yan Ming was relieved to be sure that he was dead.

If the previous tentative sparring with Ximen Chuuxue was not counted, then this was the first time he won against a grand master, and making up the sword was a must.

Soon, Daoist Chongxu also came over.

Yan Ming looked at the mess around him and couldn't help scratching his head.

"Forgive me, Daoist. It's a crime to destroy the precious land of your family."

Daoist Chongxu immediately turned serious: "What did Xiaoyou Yan say? You can kill Gongsun Oolong and eliminate harm in the martial arts world. It is a great act of kindness. It's just that some dead things are broken. What's the problem?"

Daoist Chongxu was originally close to Yan Ming, but now he is trying to please him even more.

"Young friend Yan, you have worked hard. Do you want to find a place to rest? I will send a disciple to take charge here... By the way, there is also that girl."

Daoist Chongxu pointed to Ren Yingying who had already hid far away: "Just now I ordered some disciples to protect her, but luckily nothing happened."

"Then the Taoist priest will be in trouble."

Yan Ming quickly walked in front of Ren Yingying.

Looking at the Wudang disciples next to him, Yan Ming's eyes were filled with awe as if they were facing a god.

The few cuts that Yanming made just now left an indelible mark on their hearts, and the shock that they witnessed with their own eyes cannot be described in words.

"There's nothing else to do for you, let's go."

Yan Ming waved them away, and then took Ren Yingying back.

"Hey, you are young, you look not much older than me, why are you so powerful?"

Ren Yingying hesitated again and again and asked.

She originally thought that her cultivation was already at the top among her peers in the world, but in front of Yan Ming, she was like a crow compared to a phoenix.

In the past two days, Ren Yingying has been thinking about how to escape and how to impress Yanming.

Ren Yingying had already thought about whether she should promise Yanming that as long as he let her go, she would be given the position of Dharma Protector in the Sun Moon God Sect.

As a result, after seeing his strength now, Ren Yingying's idea has disappeared. It is estimated that the other party will not like the elders and guardians. If he is willing to join the Grand Master Realm, he will probably have to compete with Uncle Dongfang for the position of leader. …

Ren Yingying couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

"Come here and help pack up and pack everything up."

Yan Ming's voice pulled her back, and she saw that she had already returned to the temporary residence, Yan Ming pointed around and gave instructions.

It's not like treating a demon saint at all, but like treating a little maid who helps him with chores.

"Me, let me help you pack your things?"

Ren Yingying pointed to her nose and asked with wide eyes.

(End of this chapter)