Chapter 120

In the face of Shen Qiao's sky-filled sword light, Sang Jingxing naturally did not choose to sit still, but the sword curtain that seemed indestructible to onlookers was actually not that terrifying to Sang Jingxing.

Shen Qiao's opponent, after all, is a master-level master.

But seeing that Sang Jingxing's feet were as fast as a shooting star, the sleeves of his robes were bulging high, the whole person was walking like a wind, soaring during the day, suddenly in the air, and then slapped Shen Qiao behind the epee curtain.

The sword light was impacted by the palm wind, and it was like a starlight being shattered in the lake in an instant. After a moment of stagnation, it swayed and shattered. It was actually torn open by Sang Jingxing's palm wind!

Sang Jing walked into the air, and his feet were useless. However, in the eyes of bystanders, he looked like invisible stones under his feet, allowing him to step up and jump up step by step.

He was originally a tall man, but now he is flying into the air, his robes rattling, and his dragon-carved palms have reached the realm.

Although the battle was in a group, there were still some Xuandu Mountain disciples who were mediocre in martial arts. They could only watch the battle with their swords in hand. Seeing that Sang Jingxing was so powerful, his heart immediately raised his throat. , watching the "dragon" formed by the condensed real power, under the control of Sang Jingxing, it whistled and swooped down towards Shen Qiao.

Comparing the two, Shen Qiao seemed a little weak.

"What kind of demon power is Sang Jing using, why is he able to step up in mid-air!" A disciple couldn't help but lose his voice.

Lou Liang looked up and couldn't close his mouth. At the same time, he felt a sense of inferiority and shame because of the huge gap.

What year and month would it take for him to practice martial arts like Sang Jingxing? In fact, there is no need to be like him, as long as he is only one or two out of ten, he will be satisfied!

But since the other party is so powerful, Master Shen... can he handle it?

At this time, Bianbianmei and Xiao Se were fighting vigorously, while Le An and Bai Rong fought against each other. Yun Chang was slightly inferior in martial arts. In fact, Bairong's martial arts are more than a little bit better than Le An's. Even Le An can see that the demon girl opposite him is not willing to give all his strength. Half of him, Le An was angry, but he had no choice but to hold back his anger and continue to fight with the opponent.

However, Yun Chang said that when he heard some people's questions, he explained their confusion: "Unless it is a god, how can it fly out of thin air? Look carefully, he is actually using strength, and every step is actually stepping on himself. On the top of the foot, and then use this little force to lift the Qi upward, because Sang Jingxing's movements are too fast, so it looks like stepping on the clouds! My master said that there is a footwork in the Hehuan Sect called ' Sixteen steps from Tianyuan, you can do this, but it will definitely require the cooperation of deep inner strength."

Everyone looked closely and found that it was true, but even if they discovered the mystery, this kind of light work cannot be practiced overnight. With their aptitude and lifelong energy, they can reach this point. Just looking at it like this is enough. Desperate.

Then again, Sang Jingxing is so powerful, can Shishu Shen really be able to resist it?

In an instant, several thoughts had passed through their minds, but for the two sides fighting, it was just a blink of an eye, the "giant dragon" roared silently, with the hunting wind roaring, it had already swept to Shen Qiao, close at hand, Even the sleeves of his robe were rolled up by the wind, as if to blow the whole person away.

Sang Jingxing's offensive was overwhelming!

The originally dazzling sword light was eclipsed by the real power of the carved dragon palm, and even slowly, little by little, disappeared, as if it was finally oppressed and swallowed up by force, and all the sword light was wiped out.

This is... a loss?

All the people who are watching the game have this question invariably.

Seeing this, Yun Chang Lou Liang and other Xuandu Mountain disciples felt empty in their hearts, and even gave birth to a feeling that "Xuandu Mountain may be gone today", but in addition, they felt that this was a matter of course, after all Sang Jing Xing's martial arts are so powerful that in the field, there is probably no one who can match him.

However, at this moment, the point of the sword light that had disappeared, actually re-emerged, reappeared, and became bigger and bigger, and finally pulled into a ray of light.

No, that's not light, that's a sword light!

The sword light was still there, but Shen Qiao had already disappeared from everyone's sight. Bai Lian Changhong penetrated straight through the bloody mouth of the "dragon", turning all the dragon shape that Sang Jingxing had condensed with his true energy into powder. , spread out!

As a result, the internal force barrier built in front of Sang Jingxing was impacted, and his figure in mid-air also swayed slightly.

It was too late to say, but it was fast, Bai Hong came suddenly, people were false, and the sword was solid. The audience on the sidelines could not see how Shen Qiao moved. There was only one feeling: fast.

Thunder can't cover your ears!

For Sang Jingxing, his skill was slightly higher than that of bystanders, and he was close at hand, so he could naturally see how Shen Qiao was moving, but being able to see clearly did not mean that he was willing to confront the other party head-on, seeing the sharpness in his eyes. Fengmang wiped out all his offensive, and in a moment he turned from defense to attack. Sang Jingxing chose to temporarily avoid his edge and flew back.

His body is fast, and when he retreats, it is several meters long, and under his feet is the roof of the Sanqing Palace. Sang Jingxing landed on the eaves, only a little hollow, and then took advantage of his strength to fly forward, and pounce on Shen Qiao again!

This time, 100% of the power of the carved dragon palm was used. He thought that the previous test had already measured the depth of the opponent. At this time, he knew what to do, so he no longer kept his hand.

The duel between masters is never opportunistic, and it is often only true strength that can decide the outcome.

Sang Jingxing liked Shen Qiao's appearance, he had lustful thoughts countless times, and imagined the moving scene of the other party in the bed.

But he is also very clear that when the opponent is blind in both eyes and loses most of his skill, he can still fight with all his strength and die with him. , must not be underestimated.

So this time Sang Jingxing used eight or nine successes, but he didn't show any pity.

Both sides are bound to win, and the killing intent is heavy.

The palm wind roared wildly, and it was like a three-point victory. It was like a storm raging on the sea, and the storm was about to roll down the sky. This is the ultimate power of the carved dragon palm, and the nine dragons were surging by Sang Jingxing. The true strength of the condensate poured out, divided into different directions, and rushed towards Shen Qiao!

One wave is not flat, another wave is rising!

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath, and even those who were fighting slowed down their movements unknowingly.

When two tigers fight each other, there is bound to be one injury. Shen Qiao and Sang Jingxing, these two master-level masters, who will win and who will lose?

Even though the ranking of the top ten masters in the world had already been heard by Yun Chang, Lou Liang and others, and they knew that Shen Qiao was among them, even ahead of Sang Jingxing, they still couldn't believe it until they saw it with their own eyes, because back then In the battle of Banbu Peak, Shen Qiao's defeat was still vivid in his mind.

The scene in which Shen Qiao was knocked off the cliff by Kunxie was too impressive to them. Even though time has changed, at this moment, many people who have not witnessed Shen Qiao's rise from the bottom of the valley step by step cannot help but doubt Shen Qiao in their hearts. Qiao's strength questioned whether Shen Qiao could defeat Sang Jingxing.

Like a frenzy, the real power rushed to Shen Qiao from all over the world, in all directions, blocking almost all his possible escape routes, and then gathered around Shen Qiao and used it as a hood, Sang Jingxing's palm, condensed After decades of his ultimate achievement in carving dragon palms, any master-level master, even Yan Wushi, would not be able to take it lightly and pretend to be nothing.

Shen Qiao moved.

With his feet as a point, he jumped up!

The sword goes from bottom to top, like breaking a ridge!

In an instant, the land collapsed and the ground cracked, and the internal force surging like a river and the sea swept away. One layer was as strong as one layer, and two real powers met head-on. Accompanied by the tyrannical sword force, with a loud noise, Sang Jingxing actually He vomited blood, he couldn't resist it at all, and then collapsed. His body was heavily pressed by a force that hit his face. He couldn't help but fly backwards and fell directly to the roof of the Sanqing Palace.

When he was about to touch the ground, he slapped his palm back, and the man jumped up again and flew towards Shen Qiao, slapping three palms in a row.

Shen Qiao was about to raise his sword to resolve it, but unexpectedly at this moment, a small cracking sound suddenly came from behind him. Although the movement was slight, it had already entered his ears.

The small sound came very fast, facing the vest, and did not give him any chance to escape. No matter how fast Shen Qiao moved, he was after all a human being, not a god. At that time, he had already devoted all his attention to the fight against Sang Jingxing. Among them, there is no way to deal with other personnel matters, the sword momentum has already been launched, there is no time to dodge and dodge, and it is even more impossible to turn back halfway to resist.

Three palms in front have arrived!

The power of a palm is as strong as a palm, and it is not weaker than the one just now. Shen Qiao already understood at this time that the blood that Sang Jingxing vomited just now may not be so serious, but he just wanted to arouse his underestimation of the enemy. , thereby revealing flaws.

Behind him, the sound of breaking the sky was already a short distance away, and he was destined to be unable to escape.

Suddenly, a black figure rushed over from the side, just behind him.

Shen Qiao only heard a muffled groan, followed by the sound of his body hitting the ground heavily, followed by exclamations like "Uncle Yu".

His heart sank, but he couldn't look back at all, he could only raise his sword to face Sang Jingxing.

Under the same sadness of mountains and rivers, the wind and thunder resonate, the sun and the moon are stacked together, and the sword light turns into a thousand stars, but it is more dazzling than the stars. It is gorgeous to describe, but only the parties can appreciate its cold murderous aura.

When Sang Jingxing found that the three palms he photographed were also washed and dissolved by Shen Qiao, he turned around and left without thinking. He had just won the Sect Master from Yuan Xiuxiu, and he didn't even enjoy it enough. He couldn't give up too many things, and he was destined to die like Shen Qiao did.

So in terms of fighting intent alone, he has already lost!

When he turned around and fled, Jianguang swept back, and with the lightness of "the sky is wide and the rainbow shadow", he chased after him and came floating.

Many people have practiced swords all their lives, but they have never seen such a light and almost fairy-like swordsmanship.

Sang Jingxing only felt that the vest was cold for a while, and then there was severe pain. He couldn't believe that "Tianyuan Sixteen Steps" would actually lose to "Tiankuo Hongying". Frightened, he accelerated his footwork, wishing that he could transport the achievements of dozens of young people to the extreme, his figure turned into a light smoke, and disappeared directly from the sight of everyone, leaving only a patch of blood on the ground.

Bai Rong always pays attention to the movement here, and when she sees it, her beautiful eyes flash, and she exclaims: "Master, how are you!"

He also abandoned Le An and chased directly in the direction Sang Jingxing left.

Xiao Se secretly hated Bai Rong's cunning, and even hated himself for being half a step slower. When he didn't pay attention, he was slapped on the chest by Bianbianmei, vomited blood, and took a few steps back.

That Shen Qiao did not chase after Sang Jingxing, but turned around.

Only then did he see that Yu Ai had a silver awl stuck on his chest. The awl was no more than the thickness of a branch, but it had already submerged most of it. The other party was gushing blood, and his face was pale, obviously the situation was not good.

Shen Qiao moved the person from Yun Chang's arms and poured his true qi on his wrist, but his heart sank.

The opponent was already injured when he was plotted against, and he was exhausted after climbing up from the mountain, and now he has blocked the blow for himself.

The pulse is weak, and it is the candle in the wind.

However, the infusion of real power was still somewhat useful after all. Yu Ai's body shook slightly, and he slowly opened his eyelids.

When he saw that it was Shen Qiao who was hugging him, he grabbed Shen Qiao's hand and said weakly, "Second Senior Brother...A Qiao..."

"It's me." No matter how angry Shen Qiao was, most of the anger disappeared when he blocked the secret attack for himself. At this time, he felt a little sad and comforted: "Don't speak in a hurry, take a good rest, I will heal you."

Yu Ai shook her head lightly and said with difficulty, "Fang Cai, the person who shot you... It's Tan, Tan Yuanchun!"

Shen Qiao was frightened and angry, and he looked around. Tan Yuanchun, who was supposed to be fighting against the Turks, had long since disappeared. As for Duan Wenyang, he was being entangled by the other two elders, and he could not be separated for the time being to find Shen Qiao. Trouble, Bianyanmei said to him: "Don't worry, Elder Liu has already gone after him, and I'll go take a look too!"

After speaking, he said to Kong Zeng, Yun Changle'an's master, "There is Elder Lao Kong here."

Kong Zeng came late and didn't know his identity. Seeing that he was familiar with Shen Qiao, he naturally didn't dare to neglect him, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I'm here!"

Tan Yuanchun colluded with the Turks and plotted against Yu Ai. Although Shen Qiao was surprised, he didn't feel too shocked. It was only because the perpetrators were perpetually persecuted. Yu Ai plotted against him that day. It's all used on him, and if he comes out to mix, he will have to pay it back sooner or later.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was facing a life-and-death crisis, Yu Ai would come forward and sacrifice his life to protect him.

"A Qiao, do you still hate me?" he asked.

"I don't know." Shen Qiao didn't want to deceive him, "When Master passed the position of headmaster to me, I never expected these things to happen later. If I could have foreseen it, I would definitely not take over as headmaster."

"I... didn't expect it," Yu Ai gave a wry smile, then coughed a few times, with new blood spilling out of the corners of his mouth: "I used to think... what I did was right, it was the master who was too conservative, it was you It's too useless, but, I later learned that the wrong person, from beginning to end, is all, ahem, it's all me!"

Shen Qiao said in a deep voice: "Xuandu Mountain has closed the mountain gate for a long time, closed its eyes and listened to it, isolated from the world, and it has reached the point where it cannot help but reform. Jiye, I want to protect you, but I never thought about whether this method is suitable for Xuandu Mountain. Your mistake is only in cooperating with Turks, and your mistake is in poisoning me. Your thoughts on Xuandu Mountain, But even I can't reach it."

Yu Ai: "After all, I was wrong. I shouldn't believe you, I shouldn't be greedy..."

He coughed violently, and the blood flowed even more violently. Shen Qiao was startled and tried to inject more inner strength, but found that his inner strength had entered Yu Ai's body, like a muddy sea, without a trace.

"So, now, I'll give my life back to you, don't hate me, okay, A Qiao?" Yu Ai held Shen Qiao's hand without realizing it.

Shen Qiao's tears fell on the back of his hand one by one, making Yu Ai tremble slightly, but he smiled instead: "You, you cried for me, you don't hate me anymore, do you?"

"I don't hate you anymore. When you get better, let's go to worship Shizun together." Shen Qiao said.

The warm touch made Yu Ai feel nostalgic, and his thoughts couldn't help drifting away because of these words: "How I hope, ahem, back to when I was a child... You teach me and Yuan Ying to practice swords on behalf of the teacher, although it is a little small. Face, no matter how you look at it, it's very cute. I'm chasing behind you, and I want you to call, call me senior brother, you are so annoyed by me, you can only hide from me everywhere, I will look everywhere, look and look... "

The sound became smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared.

The hand that held Shen Qiao slowly loosened, just like the master's life that will eventually pass away, quietly slipping down.