Chen Qiao: "Although the leader of the Yuan Dynasty is a female, he still has the demeanor of a leader compared to you. If you are the leader of the sect, I am afraid that after today, Hehuan Sect will change its sect."

Sang Jingxing laughed furiously: "What does it mean?"

Chen Qiao: "It means I want to kill you."

After saying this, he moved.

With a slight movement of his wrist, his figure turned into a phantom. In the sudden sword light, his figure faded and almost disappeared.

The body moves at will, the sword moves at your heart, the mountains and rivers are sad, and the heaven and earth are fading!

Chapter 120

Facing Chen Qiao's sword light in the sky, Sang Jingxing naturally did not choose to sit and wait for death, but the indestructible sword curtain for Sang Jingxing was actually not that scary for Sang Jingxing.

Chen Qiao's opponent is a master of the grandmaster after all.

But when Sang Jingxing's feet were as fast as a meteor, his sleeves were bulging high, and his whole body was walking like a wind, as if he had ascended to the sun, he suddenly reached mid-air, and then he slapped a palm at Chen Qiao behind the heavy sword curtains.

The sword light was impacted by the palm wind, and it was instantly like the starlight was broken in the lake. After a moment of stagnation, it was shaken and broken, and it was actually torn a gap by Sang Jingxing's palm wind!

Sang Jing was in mid-air with no support, but in the eyes of the bystanders, there were invisible stones under his feet, allowing him to leaps up step by step.

He was originally a tall man, but now he was in the wind and his clothes were roaring, and his dragon palm had reached the realm of transformation, as if a flying dragon was in the sky, roaring to make all things surrender, with a shocking momentum that was about to rush into the sky.

Although the battle was a group on the field, there were still some Xuandu Mountain disciples who were mediocre in martial arts and could not get into the hands. They could only hold a sword and watch the battle and cheer. Seeing Sang Jingxing so powerful, his heart immediately raised his throat, and watched the "giant dragon" formed by the true power gathered, under the control of Sang Jingxing, roaring downward and pounced towards Chen Qiao.

Compared with the two, Chen Qiao seemed a little small and weak.

"What kind of demon skills is Sang Jing exercising? Why can he move up step by step in the air!" A disciple couldn't help but say in disbelief.

Lou Liang looked up and couldn't stop talking, and while he felt a sense of inferiority and shame in his heart because the gap was too big.

When will I be able to practice martial arts like Sang Jingxing? In fact, I don’t need to be like him. If only one or two of him is only one or two, I will be satisfied!

But since the other party is so powerful, can Uncle Chen... deal with it?

At this time, Bian Yanmei and Xiao Se were fighting, and Le'an fought with Bai Rong. Yun Chang's martial arts skills were slightly inferior. He couldn't get in and did not want to cause trouble for his senior brother, so he had to watch from the side so that he could reinforce at any time. In fact, Bai Rong's martial arts skills were more than a little better than Le'an. Even Le'an could see that the witch opposite him refused to do his best at all, and he was still at ease between his sword wind, as if he was teasing him halfway. Le'an felt angry, but he had no choice but to hold his breath and continue fighting with the other party.

But Yun Chang heard someone’s question, so he answered their questions: “Unless he is a god, how can he fly out of nowhere? Look carefully, he is actually leveraging force to use force, and step by step, and then use this force to lift his energy upward. It is just because Sang Jingxing’s movement is too fast, so it looks like he is ascending to the clouds! My master said that there is a step method in the Hehuan Sect called ‘Sixteen Steps of the Heavenly Abyss’, which can be achieved, but it must require deep internal strength to cooperate.”

Everyone looked closely and found that this was true. Even if they discovered the mystery, such light skills could not be achieved overnight. With their qualifications, they did not know whether they could achieve this after spending their entire life. Just looking at this way is already desperate.

Speaking again, can Uncle Chen really resist Sang Jingxing’s ability?

In an instant, several thoughts had already turned into their minds, but for both sides of the fight, it was just a blink of an eye. The "giant dragon" roared silently, roaring with the roar of the hounding wind, and had already rushed to Chen Qiao, so close that even his sleeves were rolled up by the strong wind, as if they were about to blow the whole person away.

Sang Jingxing's offensive came overwhelmingly!

The originally dazzling sword light was overshadowed by the true power of the dragon palm, and even slowly disappeared little by little, as if it was finally oppressed and swallowed up by force, and all the sword lights were destroyed.

Is this...lost?

All those who are watching the game have all had this question.

Seeing this, Yun Changlouliang and other disciples of Xuandu Mountain felt empty and felt that "the situation in Xuandu Mountain may be destined today." But in addition, they felt that this was a matter of course. After all, Sang Jingxing's martial arts are so powerful that no one in the audience can match him.

However, at this moment, the sword light that had already disappeared rekindled and reappeared, and became larger and larger, finally turning into a light.

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

The sword light was still there, but Chen Qiao had disappeared from everyone's sight. Bai Lian Changhong penetrated straight through the bloody mouth of the "giant dragon", and turned all the dragon shapes condensed by Sang Jingxing with true power into powder and spread out!

The internal force barrier built in front of Sang Jingxing was therefore impacted, and his figure in mid-air also shook slightly.

It was a long time to speak, and then it was fast. Bai Hong suddenly arrived, man was empty and sword was solid. The audience could not see clearly how Chen Qiao was moving. There was only one feeling: fast.

Lightning is too fast to cover up!

For Sang Jingxing, his skills are a little higher than those of the bystanders, and they are close at hand. Naturally, he can see clearly how Chen Qiao is moving, but being able to see clearly does not mean that he is willing to fight head-on with the other party. Seeing that the sharp edge of the sharp edge completely eliminated his offensive, he turned his defense into an offensive in a moment. Sang Jingxing chose to temporarily avoid his edge and flew backwards.

His body was so fast that he retreated several feet, and under his feet was the roof of the Sanqing Hall. Sang Jingxing fell on the eaves, and was only a little weak. Then he used his strength to turn around and flew forward, and pounced towards Chen Qiao again!

This time, the power of the dragon palm was used up by 100%. He thought that the previous test had measured the depth of the other party, and at this time he knew it, he stopped hiding.

The duel of experts is never an opportune choice. The only thing that can determine the outcome is often only true strength.

Sang Jingxing likes Chen Qiao's appearance, has had lustful thoughts countless times, and has imagined the moving scene of the other person in the bed curtain. The more he can't get it, the more he covets him. He is even a little jealous of Yan Wushi's blessing.

But he also knew very well that when the other party was blind and lost most of his ability, he could still fight and die with him with all his strength. This shows that Chen Qiao had the ruthlessness of putting it to death in his bones. Such an opponent should not be underestimated.

So this time, Sang Jingxing used eighty or nine success power, but he did not care about the fragrance and jade.

Both sides are bound to win, and they are full of murderous intentions.

The palm wind roared, just like a three-pointer, just like a storm raging on the sea, and the storm was about to roll the sky down. This is the power of the dragon palm that has been trained to the extreme. Nine dragons condensed and gushed out from the surging true power of Sang Jingxing, and rushed in different directions, and rushed towards Chen Qiao!

One wave has not yet settled, another wave has risen again!

Everyone watched this scene with breath, and even the person who was fighting was slowing down unknowingly.

If two tigers fight, one will be injured. Chen Qiao and Sang Jingxing, who will win and lose these two masters?

Even though the ranking of the top ten masters in the world had already reached Yun Changlouliang and others, they knew that Chen Qiao was among the top and even ranked ahead of Sang Jingxing, they still couldn't believe it before seeing it with their own eyes, because Chen Qiao's failure was still vivid in his mind in the battle of Banbufeng that year.

The scene where Chen Qiao was knocked off the cliff by Kunxie gave them a deep impression. Even though time had passed, many people who had not witnessed Chen Qiao rising from the bottom of the valley step by step still questioned Chen Qiao's strength deep in their hearts and questioned whether Chen Qiao could beat Sang Jingxing.

True power surged from all over the world like a craze to Chen Qiao, blocking almost all his possible retreats. Then, gathered into a swathe of Shen Qiao and was under his head. Sang Jingxing's palm condensed his ultimate achievements in the carved dragon palm for decades. No master, even Yan Wushi, could be seen as nothing.

Chen Qiao moved.

He jumped up with his foot down!

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

In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the internal force like a hanging river and the sea was surging and pushed away. One layer was as strong as another. Two true powers came towards each other. With the powerful sword force, in a loud bang, Sang Jingxing actually vomited blood in his mouth, which could not resist at all. Then he collapsed. His body was heavily pressed by a force that hit him. He couldn't help but flew backwards and fell directly to the roof of the Sanqing Hall.

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

Chen Qiao was about to raise his sword to resolve it, but unexpectedly, at this moment, a thin sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind him. Although the movement was slight, it had already entered his ears.

The sound came very fast, facing the vest, and did not give him any chance to avoid it. No matter how fast Chen Qiao moved, he was a human, not a god. At that time, he had already devoted all his heart to the battle with Sang Jingxing, and could not make a single trace of it to deal with other personnel and affairs. The sword had already been released, so he had no time to dodge, and it was even more impossible to turn back to resist the situation halfway.

The three palms in front have arrived!

The power of a palm is as powerful as a palm, no less powerful than the one just now. Chen Qiao already understood at this time that the blood that Sang Jingxing had just vomited was actually not very serious, but he just wanted to arouse his desire to underestimate the enemy and reveal his flaws.

Behind him, the sound of breaking through the air was already far away, and he was destined to be unable to avoid it. Chen Qiao gritted his teeth secretly and had to reveal his behind the air gate, focusing on dealing with the front.

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

Chen Qiao could only hear a muffled groan, and then the sound of his body falling heavily into the ground. Then, an exclamation like "Uncle Yu" sounded in his ears.

His heart sank, but he couldn't look back at all, so he could only hold his sword and face Sang Jingxing.
Chapter completed!