The 260th Moon Sword is invincible

No one expected that the abbot Shaolin would be defeated so quickly.

Xuanqing and Xuan Wu, who were watching, also looked at Chongchi helplessly.

"Haha, I want to announce to the world that the abbot Shaolin was defeated in the hands of my Chongchi."

"No, no, Chongchi, can't you see that the abbot intended you to use one of Shaolin's unique skills at all. Don't think you can run rampant in Shaolin." Xuan Wu here said.

Xuan Wu is good at Shaolin Shadow Stick. A set of stick is very exquisite, and his strength is not much weaker than Xuan. Besides, Xuanzhong does not use great compassionate hands, so it is not very important to win or lose in this competition with Chongchi.

Hearing Xuanwu's words, Chongchi seemed to think of something, so he said coldly, "Whish whether you use all your strength or not, the defeat of Shaolin abbot will inevitably spread to all corners of the martial arts."

"How can you pass ten moves in front of my brother if you don't rely on the moon worship sword that cuts iron like mud?" Xuanqing said.

"Okay, Xuanqing, how can you two fight against me? With the strength of you two, you must be better than the abbot." Chongchi said.

"Oh, Mitabha, if the donor comes to Shaolin to perform martial arts, I have someone in Shaolin, and it's enough to call a third generation of disciples." Fang Yuan said on one side. Fang Yuan is the strongest among the three Fang characters besides Xuanqing. Naturally, he also has the right to speak at this time. It's just that what he said was shocking.

"Hahaha, it's extremely ridiculous. If you Shaolin has a disciple who can defeat me, I will never step into Shaolin in the future and won't hurt you as a disciple of Shaolin."

"Good! If the Lord Chong loses, he will let go of the young woman around him. Fang Yuan said again.

"However, I won't lose. If you lose, how about letting the evil immortals stay for ten days?" Chongchi smiled strangely.

Residing for ten days? What's the difference between this and foreign entry and occupation of territory? At this time, Xuanqing and others also discussed it in detail.

This consequence is very serious.

In full view of the public, as soon as Fang Yuan finished speaking, a teenager jumped out of the seven young people behind him. First, he bowed to Xuanzhong and said, "Abbot, is there a place to get disciples?"

Seeing Yang Jing, Xuanqing also smiled and said, "It's a small matter, you have to forgive others."

Why does Yang Jing sound like this for Chongchi? After thinking about it, he turned around and stepped forward to salute Xuan Wuyi, the first member of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, and then saluted Xuanqing, the precept dean, and several monks of the same generation one by one. Then he said loudly, "It's Yang Jing. I'm here to ask him to fight."

"Go ahead, it's time to test you." Fang Yuan said.

Yang Jing couldn't understand what he was saying at all. He stared at Chongchi, who despised him. When he saw that the sword was Yang Jing, he was also quite afraid.

"Kid, I think you are very handsome, why do you want to become a monk? Why don't you worship under my door? I promise that you can defeat anyone here for three years, okay?"

"Which mad dog is barking?" Yang Jing half squinted and pretended not to see each other. No one dares to say such curses in Shaolin Temple. Now Yang Jing is so domineering in front of thousands of Shaolin disciples. For a while, whether he wins or loses must be admired and admired by many people.

"You don't know the thickness of the world, can't you understand people's words?" Chongchi said that she was used to such a young man. Young and vigorous but insufficient strength, the goal is greater than the reality.

Yang Jing did not answer, put his hands in front of his chest, and breathed the fresh morning air very comfortably.

"Can't you hear the puppy calling you?" Chongchi really had never seen a young man who didn't take him seriously, and he was very angry for a moment.

"What? Did the puppy call me? At this time, Yang Jing asked loudly.

triggered a burst of laughter for a moment, and Chongchi was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that he was so majestic, but now he was fooled by this boy.

So there was such a thin sword in Chongchi's hand, and the whole body of the sword was red but shining. Suddenly, the sky was full of light, dragons and snakes flew, and the world was like an ice stove, soaked in cold moonlight. The boundless brilliance just disappeared for a moment.

Yang Jing raised his eyes and saw the body of the sword. He was shocked that this was not an ordinary sword, which was transformed by the essence.

In heaven and the world, all the scenery seems to have disappeared, and only this sword remains. This sword goes to heaven and earth. From ancient times to the present, the sun is it, and the moon is also it. It is ubiquitous, but no one has ever witnessed its grace. Now, it is revealed in its heyday. Therefore, the world bowed to this king.

This sword seems to be waved very casually, as if it is full of flaws, which can be broken easily, but it is strong and powerful, and unbreakable. It contains the essence, spirit and spirit of Qianyang and Fan Yuan's souls! The hatred of the sky penetrated his whole body, which made him reach the state of selflessness. This sword is destined to be the strongest since there are human beings.

Although this is an extraordinary sword, Yang Jing has a quiet temperament in the battle, like a blue water, clear and far away, and did not change color for a while. His long hair shattered with a very dark blue light. Under his long hair is an extremely handsome face. The sadness and loneliness between his eyebrows did not drown out his demeanor, but set off his outstanding temperament like a lonely moon in the sky.

His eyes. These eyes have nothing special, let alone special colors, but they are like two deep pools, ancient mirrors shining on the gods, in which there seems to be a kind of understanding of all the mysterious silence and wisdom between heaven and earth, but at the same time, they are so clear, like the first time to look at this child in the world, and they will not be contaminated with any earthly impurities in the future.

Since ancient times, heroes have had many hardships, and Yang Jing has been Yang Jing after suffering.

Yang Jing shouted coldly, "Okay!" His body was not stagnant. At an imperceptible speed, he flashed a few times, cut into the opponent's sword in the sky, and pointed left and right to both sides at the same time, and hit the sword. Such a bold idea is really unexpected.

In the back Fangyuan's heart, Yang Jing showed strength far above his estimation. Did he really learn the great compassionate hand? Who did he inherit? Thinking about it, Yang Jing had already come empty.

In fact, Yang Jing naturally understands that the strength of the other party's moon worship sword is not how sharp it is, but its transformed sword light carries the strong internal force of the owner.

The Qi Sword is a mysterious thing, which comes from the strange power of life. It is hidden in the meridians and acupuncture points of every human god, pursues the land of martial arts, stimulates endless potential through the hard training of spirit and body, and then controls it with various secrets and methods to achieve high Low is the difference between masters and low hands in martial arts.

"Hang!"

Chongchi looked up to the sky and smiled, "Okay! Let's use facts to prove who is obedient and what is old is rebellious; what is life and what is death.

The murderous wave took Yang Jing as the core and rushed all over him. Such a fierce sword spirit made all Shaolin disciples dodge one after another.

Yang Jing smiled and retreated.

He is calm on the surface, but in fact, he has raised his power to the limit. If he doesn't do it, he must aim to kill the other party.

A sword and lightning stabbed away, and it was necessary to destroy Yang Jing's momentum before it reached its peak.

Yang Jing's face was cold, snorted softly, and slapped his hands on the tip of nine sword shadows one after another.

"Huo! Huo!"

The two snorted together to block Chongchi's illusion black sword.

"This is the great compassionate hand!" Chongchi was shocked. He said in his heart, "This boy is the one who is really kind and compassionate!" At such a young age, he practiced great kindness and compassion. If we don't kill him today, wouldn't it be very troublesome for us to cross the world in the future? So Chongchi was completely murderous.

"Be careful." Be careful." From time to time, someone shouted in the crowd behind Yang Jing.

Yang Jing is not surprised by the strength of the other party. It should be strange that he is not so strong in martial arts. Chongchi snorted again, and his hands were full of blood sword shadows, and he grabbed them.

The clear sound shocked the whole audience. The sword had the ability to take off the head of the Shaolin disciples behind Yang Jing. Shaolin was all terrified, and the two of them did not expect that their flesh and blood were blurred! Xuanzhong on one side couldn't help but feel sorry for a while.

Yang Jing snorted coldly and retreated. His palms applied the tricks in the Yijinjing, urging a fierce spirit, and hit the chasing red sword.

"Huo!"

Chongchi floated like a feather and retreated out. It is also the peerless light skill of the evil immortal religion.

For a while, no one dared to jump on the wall and provoke Chongchi. Yang Jing is the only one who can swing in it. Don't say that Xuanzhong did not use all his strength before, and when Chongchi struggled to wave the moon worship sword in his hand, it was so frightening. Such a sword move is the momentum that thousands of troops and horses will be cut into mud.

The red sun is colored and covered with dark clouds.

The torrential rain suddenly fell all over the sky, and the two top masters were immersed in the vast storm and lightning.

Chongchi God's eyes are like electricity, fighting against Yang Jing's sharp eyes.

Chongchi's cold face suddenly smiled with an extremely evil smile.

Yang Jing's eyes also escaped with an angry look.

"Okay, it's time to end." Chongchi said.

Yang Jing's attack did not decrease, his palm was weak, and all his strength suddenly disappeared.

The rain sword was shot, and it was so powerful that it splashed away.

Two people's clothes without half a drop of rain.

The Shaolin disciples around do not hide from the rain, which is almost related to the battle of Shaolin's reputation, and everyone wants to see the result.

I only saw Chongchi, and the moon worship sword in his hand suddenly became virtual and real. Yang Jing was shocked. What is this? His sword has become so inexplicable, and he can't see it clearly in the rain. It is likely that he still doesn't know why to prepare the other party in the battle?

Originally, the sword was difficult to deal with, but now it has become very vague. How to deal with it? Xuanzhong and several people on one side didn't even know why.