Sword technique?

This finger is actually a sword technique?

How is this possible?

Hearing the words of Master Jinlun, the heroes present suddenly let out a rapid breathing sound. This was a sword technique, and they couldn't even see it!

"Rong'er, is Wei Ziqing really a sword technique?" Guo Jing's face was also a little shocked. Although he could see something vaguely, he could not see Wei Ziqing's moves like the Jinlun Master!

"Well, it's a sword technique!" Huang Rong nodded solemnly: "However, this sword technique is very strange. I can't tell what kind of sword technique it is. Moreover, Brother Jing, did you notice that Wei Ziqing avoided Huo Du's fan just now. In fact, he used the soul-shifting technique, which made Huo Du stagger himself. His movements were so fast that even Huo Du himself could not detect it!"

"The Great Soul Transfer Technique, isn't this a move in the Nine Yin Scriptures? How could he do it?"

In today's martial arts world, there are many futures for those who know the Nine Yin Scriptures. Except for their husband and wife, father-in-law Huang Dao, his elder brother Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong, no one else can know it. Wei Ziqing can actually know the Nine Yin Scriptures?

"I don't know, but I know, Wei Ziqing is not simple!" Huang Rong shook her head with a wry smile. Wei Ziqing was the only person she couldn't see through!

Wei Ziqing had no intention of paying attention to the shock of the heroes in the venue, and his face was still calm and he was not affected at all.

He looked at the gloomy face of Master Jinlun, who was smiling but not smiling, and said, "If you want to know, why not come up and try it yourself?"

Master Jinlun was stunned for a moment, and then his face became even more gloomy. He was the first French protector of the ancient Mongolian Kingdom, and his strength had reached the level of a peak master. Now that he was so provoked by this junior, how could he not be angry?

"Since that's the case, let my national teacher play with the little brother!"

Master Jinlun sneered and glared at the moment. The ground under his feet suddenly cracked like a spider web, and his body was like a violent dragon elephant, attacking Wei Ziqing with a bang.

The terrifying momentum actually blew a terrifying palm wind on the huge arena, causing the group of people present to have a slightly lower cultivation to instantly turn pale!

"Dragon and Elephant Prajna Prajna!"

When Huang Rong saw this scene under the ring, her face changed and she even made a burst of exclamations, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Aunt Guo, what is the Dragon Elephant Prajna Meditation?" Yang Guo had never seen Huang Rong lose her composure, so he asked immediately!

"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Meditate belongs to the supreme Dharma protector's magical power in Tantric Buddhism, which is divided into twelve levels, and each level has the power of a dragon and an elephant. The Jin Wheel Master has reached the peak of his cultivation at this moment. He has cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Meditate to the tenth level, and he has the power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephant! This Wei Ziqing is probably..."

Huang Rong swallowed heavily. Not to mention Wei Ziqing, even if it was his brother Jing's Dragon Eighteen who faced this Jinlun National Master, it would not be that simple!

Hearing this, everyone beside him and Yang Guo couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. The Jinlun Master was so terrifying. He couldn't help but secretly worry about Wei Ziqing.

But unlike them, the Quanzhen people on the side suddenly showed a look of joy when they heard this.

Especially Sun Buer's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of resentment flashed. Only one person's face was still the same, and that was Xiaolongnu!

Maybe she didn't know him very well, but she knew that nothing would happen to him!

This is a kind of unoriginal confidence!

"Good come!"

Wei Ziqing's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the blue lightsaber in his hand suddenly appeared in his hand. He did not expect that the Jinlun National Master would be so terrifying.

But Wei Ziqing was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he became more and more excited in his heart!

But he lacks one opponent!

When he came to this world of Divine Condor, he had very few opportunities to take action. And this, Jinlun National Master, is definitely the biggest strong enemy he has ever had!

Only with pressure can you have the motivation to move forward!

Only powerful masters can temper themselves!

The sword demon Dugu Qiubai back then defeated all the enemies in the world, and was unable to make him return to guard a sword. Today's Wei Ziqing is the same!

At this moment, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from Wei Ziqing's body. The huge space was like the Jinlun Master, and a sharp wind swept across in an instant!

This momentum is not weaker than that of the Jinlun National Master, and it has vaguely gained the upper hand!

He moved!

With one move, it is the broken palm style among Dugu Nine Swords!

At this moment, the palm and the sword intersect!

At this moment, time seemed to be still!

At this moment, everyone's breathing solidified!

Their eyes were staring at the movements of the two!

Until, the two stood with their backs and stopped!

Wei Ziqing pointed his slanted sword straight to the ground, his face was extremely pale, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, the Jinlun National Master stopped and stood with his face unchanged!

"This..." Looking at the two men who were still, the heroes on the field looked at each other. Even though they tried hard to see the two men's movements clearly, they still didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, no one knows whether this battle is victory or defeat!

"He was defeated!" Huang Rong's face became very complicated. This was the ending she could not have imagined!

"Yes, he was defeated, his strength was stronger than me. Even if it was me, I was not sure that I could beat him!" Guo Jing's face was full of squids.

When he heard Huang Rong and Guo Jing's words, the faces of the heroes present changed suddenly. Looking at the Jinlun National Master who stood with his back to his face, looking at Wei Ziqing with a pale face, he felt very regretful.

This, the result is already obvious!

Wei Ziqing, defeated!

"Are you defeated? I didn't expect that Wei Ziqing, you have today too!" Sun Buer, Hao Datong and others looked full of regretful expressions.

The disciples of Quanzhen Sect were all relieved. Wei Ziqing was defeated well and beautifully. If this little beast was undefeated today, would he be Quanzhen be humiliated by Wei Ziqing for nothing?

At this moment, they not only weren’t worried about the future consequences of the Central Plains martial arts world, but on the contrary, they were grateful for the arrival of the Mongolian Tartars!

However, just as they were secretly happy, the face of the Jinlun Master, who had originally had a calm face, suddenly turned red, and his whole body trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain!

Finally, the Jinlun Master couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and almost knelt down!

quiet!

Deadly silence!

The heroes present showed unbelievable expressions on their faces. The Quanzhen disciple, Sun Buer and Hao Datong, had a shock on his face and then turned red!

They just said that Wei Ziqing was defeated, but now it seems that he was defeated, but the National Master Jinlun!

At this moment, the scorching pain on their faces seemed to have been slapped countless times!

"Who are you? What kind of sword technique is this?" Master Jinlun's eyes were full of horror. His internal force was overturned, as if countless sharp swords were passing by, and he was about to break through his body.

So weird, so cunning!
Chapter completed!