Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 35 The fist marks are falling like rain, and all the heroes in the audience are shocked!
"Junior is presumptuous!"

When Ji Qiu finished speaking softly, Yan Heng suddenly changed color, his eyes were cold.

Yan Heng didn't take the old grievances from a hundred years ago very seriously, but the matter of the Lin's Escort Bureau is a big secret, and it is absolutely forbidden for others to know about it.

With the words of the monk in front of him, it is obvious that his previous instructions to Cui Jichang, the bandit leader of Yanyun Mountain, have already come to light.

No wonder there has been no news for so long. If it wasn't because of the martial arts conference, Yan Heng would have left by himself to find out.

Putting his palm on the long sword behind his back, Yan Heng thought for a moment in shock, and the next moment he came back to his senses, he pulled out the long sword from its sheath, pointed the tip of the sword at Ji Qiu in front of him, and said sharply:

"Monk, do you really think that together with that Taoist priest, you can do whatever you want in my mountain by defeating the two innate elders I sent?"

"Since you brought up the old enmity between Xuankong Temple and Yueshan Sect, there is nothing to talk about."

"Today, in front of this martial arts hero, the master of this sect wants to discuss martial arts with you, so he will follow what you said. The loser will abandon his martial arts and will not take a step into this mundane world!"

"How dare you accept it?!"

A layer of frost had already appeared on his brows, and Yan Heng put down some harsh words in front of many martial arts masters.

In fact, the situation has evolved to such a situation that he has no way out.

If you are timid to fight today, then when the news spreads all over the world, the three heroes of Taiyue who have been famous for decades will pave the way for this young monk. How can this be done!
Seeing Yan Heng drawing his sword to face each other, and bluntly saying that he wanted to compete, Ji Qiu was in line with his own wishes, and immediately agreed frankly:
"It seems that the donor has made a good choice."

"Young monk, there is nothing you can do."

As soon as the words fell, the two sides were at war with each other for a moment.

Yan Heng got Ji Qiu's answer, and snorted coldly: "It's best, follow the sect master!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes flew up, rolled up his true energy and drove the afterimage, retreated a few feet in the cold wind, and moved to the front of the main hall on the top of the mountain.

In front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, there are four thick stone pillars, each standing in the east, west, north, south, and bounded with thick chains, connecting each other, leaving a wide space.

Coupled with the solemnity and wind and frost of the mountain top, it is in response to the pursuit of martial arts, and the scene of climbing the peak bravely, it can be seen that Yan Heng and the Yueshan faction have really put in a lot of effort for this grand martial arts event.

This is today's martial arts conference, the arena where masters from all walks of life fight.

Except for the top three on the grand master tree, the subsequent top masters will all be rearranged here.

Landing on the ground surrounded by stone pillars in all directions, Yan Heng's long beard fluttered under his chin, and he stood with a sword in one hand, and his luxurious brocade robe was blown by the wind, looking like a master.

He glanced at the masters below, such as the Zishan guest from the Haiqiong Gang, Qi Jianxia from Tingtao Jiange, and Li Yunshu, the elder Keqing from the Subduing Dragon Sect, and then clasped his sword and clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Everyone, although there are turmoil today, it is not harmful."

"After the sect master takes action and discusses martial arts with the juniors of the Xuankong Temple, I will wait for the martial arts conference to officially begin!"

After all, Yan Heng lifted the tip of his sword and lightly reprimanded Ji Qiu:
"Please enlighten me!"

After the words fell, Ji Qiu's aura was as full as the wind, his body fluttered, and he followed Yan Heng into this place.

And when Yan Heng put on a posture, Ji Qiu also smiled slightly, and replied with a little demeanor: "Let's do it."

"Two of the Three Heroes of Taiyue, I have already seen it before, but I don't know the strength of the head of Yueshan, who is famous and powerful in half the sky?"

"Just call me, little monk, to learn a lesson or two!"

Immediately, the young monk's sleeves were blown by the spiritual energy, making a sound of hunting, and stomped forward. After a crack was shaken on the gray stone surface, he punched brazenly!
Since he wanted to rectify the name of Xuankong Temple, if Jiqiu wanted to defeat Yan Heng of the Yueshan School this time, of course he had to use Xuankong Temple's martial arts!
Great Sumeru Fist, the superior martial art of the Xuankong Temple, has been practiced by Ji Qiu to the level of transformation, and it is even more handy than the six methods of refining qi.

After being blessed by the spiritual energy, the wind of the fist vibrated, and even in the void, there was power to vent, and the intention of the fist still emerged.

I saw the young monk opened his posture, put his five fingers together and raised his hand, there were dozens of fist shadows falling one after another, like a violent wind and rain, which caught people off guard.

Seeing this, the Zishan guest from the big faction Haiqiong Gang, who has always been known for their fierce boxing skills, couldn't help but applaud:

"What a fierce punch, what a domineering punch!"

"Years ago, I was lucky enough to see the Great Sumeru Fist of the Xuankong Temple, but what the monk of the Xuankong Temple used at that time was more than a hundred times weaker than the current monk!"

"Based on this face-to-face meeting, all the essence of this fist has been displayed by him, as if he has entered the realm of transformation. Where did this evildoer come from?"

"Xuankong Temple, is it going to be revitalized again?"

Zi Shan Ke's praise was not empty words, but in the middle of the field surrounded by the four stone pillars, there was a muffled sound of seven fists attacking!

Bang bang bang, bang bang!

The young monk flew up like a nimble cheetah, and pressed out a dozen punches at the same time. Even though Yan Heng tried his best to dodge with light kung fu and body skills, he was still punched seven times in a row, and all of them were pressed on his chest. between!
After forcibly receiving the strength of the seven punches, even the body of a master is pale, and there are bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth.

Yan Heng retreated with the sword, and the ancient sword in his hand came out of its sheath. With a loud shout, the surging sword energy slashed out, which was enough to force Ji Qiu back and give himself a chance to breathe.

"Huh."

Flying back to the side of the stone pillar, Yan Heng panted fiercely, and fought for a moment, at this moment his mood was extremely shocked.

At this moment, Yan Heng finally understood why the two innate elders of his family were so beaten that they had no power to fight back after only going out for a cup of tea.

Without personally facing the abyss-like, almost endless and unfathomable true energy, it is impossible for anyone to know how deep the strength is hidden under the handsome brow of the young monk!
"Is this monk really only at the age of a weak crown?"

At this time, Yan Heng had deep doubts in his heart.

But fortunately, he is not powerless to fight back.

Seeing the surprised look in the eyes flashed by, with some fear and weirdness, the monk who was staring at the sword in his hand non-stop, Yan Heng raised the ancient sword in his hand with pride on his face, sneered:

"Little monk, your true energy is much thicker than Yan's, but even so, it's still unclear who will win and who will lose!"

"The sword in my hand is enough to cut off true energy and cut iron like mud. Coupled with the superior swordsmanship of my Yueshan school, do you really think you are sure of victory?"

It seems that relying on the ancient sword in his hand to regain his confidence, Yan Heng regained his three-point demeanor just now.

I saw him holding the long sword upright and shouting loudly, pouring all the true energy into the sword in his hand, making this ancient sword with mysterious lines glow slightly.

Afterwards, a sword came out with an animated sky sword shadow, and the move manifested murderous intent, intending to take Ji Qiu's life directly, and it was extremely dangerous!
As soon as this sword came out, everyone was shocked.

Listening to Tao Jiange's eyes widened, Qi Jianxia couldn't help exclaiming:
"It's the famous sword skill of Yueshan School, Taiyue Chaotian Sword!"

"Five years ago, I saw Master Yan use this sword and won the tenth place in the Grand Master's Book. However, today, this sword is several times stronger than it was back then!"

"The young monk from the Hanging Temple is in danger!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone watched closely, not wanting to miss any details.

Even Zhao Zhenzhen frowned, a little hesitant.

He was wondering if he should make a move.

Because as soon as the head of the Yueshan School came out with this sword, even he, who practiced Qi refining method, felt quite threatened.

However, just when the body of the Taoist in purple was a little tense, he was about to watch the opportunity and intervene in the end.

Ji Qiu in the arena moved again.

He looked at Yan Heng's Taiyue Chaotian Sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared during the dance, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"A move is a good move, majestic, a sword is a good sword, unmatched by ordinary people."

"It's a pity that you, Master Yan, are not very good at it. You are decent at recruiting swords, but you are not very good at using swords."

"This sword, let the little monk teach you how to use it."

A jade-like slender arm protruded from the sleeve robe, and after Ji Qiu's words fell, he stepped forward again against the strength of the sky.

Afterwards, the scriptures of crossing the world circulated crazily in his body, and a mighty spiritual energy protruded from between Ji Qiu's palms, all pouring out towards the sword held in the hand of the oncoming figure!

At a glance, Ji Qiu could see that the real energy in Yan Heng's body was not spiritual energy, and the sword in his hand was not branded by the spiritual energy, it was still a masterless spirit sword.

That being the case, how could he display all the power of this sword!

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