Chapter 194 The Power of Zhanlu!

Outside the quiet ancestral hall, there is silence. A young man and an old man are holding against each other. Several old people next to him are silent, waiting for the beginning of the killing. Two peerless famous swords have to see the sun again today. No matter whether the person holding the sword has absolute confidence to win or not, it is great for them who watchers. A feast for the eyes.

The second elder holding Biluo saw the sword in Jun Yifeng's hand, and there was an imperceptible trace of greed in his eyes, which was fleeting and well covered up. For these ancient names. These old men have a lot of treasures in their hands, and only a few swords can be on the list. No matter how rich the collection is, it is not as good as the sharp weapons on the top ten sword list.

The elder's ears moved slightly from the distance between the two fighting, and then turned his eyes to the back mountain in the distance. Perhaps his eyes were attracted by the famous swords in the hands of Jun Yifeng and the second elders. Other old people did not notice the change in the back mountain. The sword spirit that was originally roaring suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and the top of the back mountain I don't know when the rolling white clouds will disperse.

The elder turned to the circle. The two people who were absorbed in the circle obviously did not notice the changes in the back mountain, and concentrated all their energy on the upcoming battle. Confusion is a big taboo, and the battle of distraction is doomed to determine the victory or defeat. No one noticed that the elders outside the circle smiled faintly and no longer cared about the movement of the back mountain. Now he finally has time to pay attention to the competition between Jun Yifeng and the two elders. The people in the back mountain should always come out, otherwise they would be sorry for the old men who came from the other peaks.

Sword, sharp sword, sword shadow.

The three shadows of the sword fluctuated, and Jun Yifeng moved, mixed with the sharp sound of breaking the air, and waved strongly in the direction of the two elders. The white light of the fluctuating shadow of the sword shone on Jun Yifeng's face, showing a handsome face and a calm look. He seemed to be integrated into the sword. With the sweep of his body, the sword body whined, and the sword body was empty. The sound is inaudible, but you can still hear the hiss.

As long as the sword is there, Jun Yifeng will be determined to hold on until the last moment.

The blue fall in the hands of the second elders trembled. It was easy to see that the sword body was blurred, but the sword was still in place, and there was not much change. Holding Biluo's hand, the blue veins protruding, the blade was originally trembling silently, and gradually buzzing, and the sound was getting louder and louder. Jun Yifeng, who was holding Zhanlu, had swept to the body of the second elder. By the side, the two elders who held Biluo suddenly took a sword!

No one can see how Biluo in the hands of the second elders took action. The confrontation that was covered by the white light began in a crisp collision. The two swords collided firmly and suddenly strengthened! Strive harder!

"Dang!"

The crisp collision sound suddenly intensified, making the eardrums ring. The old man who was watching was not an ordinary person. He was ready to defend when he saw the two swords colliding together.

At the center of contact, an invisible sound wave spreads instantly with the sword spirit. The ring-shaped range turned to everyone who was watching. The sword wave hit, and several other old people in the Presbyterian Circle hurriedly dodged. Fortunately, they were prepared in advance, otherwise they could not resist this sudden attack.

The sword wave spread to the direction of the elder. The elegant old man coldly watched the sword wave attack, brushed his sleeves and went away. He happened to hit the sword wave that had arrived in front of him, collided silently and disappeared invisibly. The sword wave next to the elder was actually blown away by the power of a sleeve. It's just that the rest of the old people who are busy avoiding Jianbo don't see the behavior of the elder, but some of the senior members who have been in the elders' association for decades know the general details of this Confucian-style old man.

At a relative distance of seven or eight meters, Zhan Lu in Jun Yifeng's hand still looks so sharp. The completely snow-white blade shines along the edge of the blade to the tip of the sword, flashing, and the sword handle is engraved with dragon patterns. Zhanlu's temperament is detached and flexible. Jun Yifeng, who was fine, faced the two elders with a seemingly faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

The situation of the second elder who clenched Biluo seemed to be in a bad situation. His right hand trembled slightly. There was no trace of trembling in the red copper Biluo's sword body. The sound of the sword that appeared before disappeared. The close contact between the two swords just now was obviously a little superior. Relying on the advantage of the sword, Tianping turned slightly towards Jun Yifeng. It is slightly tilted, but it does not mean that Jun Yifeng is winning.

Jun Yifeng, who is familiar with the advantage, has some understanding of the disadvantages of the first round of the two elders, because the master Lin Qingyun once told him when he passed it on to Zhanlu that every sword has its owner, and some swords are different in spirituality. Only by finding a matching the corresponding master can he exert its own power. If you don't master it. With the rhythm of the sword, even if the sword in his hand is good, it only has some quality advantages, and Zhan Lu in Jun Yifeng's hand is a famous sword matched with him.

"Good boy, he is worthy of being the descendant of Lin Qingyun." The second elder, who clenched Biluo again, suddenly looked at Jun Yifeng and laughed. Obviously, he knew that it was not his poor strength, but that Biluo did not match him at all. His spirituality was too far from his spirituality to integrate into Biluo's sword. Jun Yifeng relied on Zhan Lu's advantage and made him suffer a small loss in the first round.

"Now do you know how many pounds I am?" Jun Yifeng smiled softly and said that the absolute self-confidence revealed in his smile made the people around him mistakenly think that he had won. The sword was actually just a kind of momentum. The momentum was enough to make people more and more brave. Until the moment before he fell down, that was the peak moment of a person. The master said this to him a long time ago.

"If you want to beat me just by your performance just now, you are not qualified." The second elder, whose breath tends to be peaceful, shook his head and said that he has seen countless arrogant people and is used to Jun Yifeng's no one. At present, Jun Yifeng is far from qualified to win the Kunlun Presbyterian Association. The boy who walked out of Kunlun two years ago may still be a little qualified.

"Then you might as well try it."

He suddenly inserted the Zhanlu in his hand into a depth of three feet underground, leaving only the hilt and a small half of the blade on it. Jun Yifeng looked up and provoked. The clarity in the changed Jun Yifeng's eyes was gradually replaced by a fever, and his breathing became short, and an unusual appearance appeared on his body for the first time.

You said I'm not qualified. Even if I don't die, I will seriously hurt you!

The second elder waited seriously. Jun Yifeng's current appearance suddenly reminded him of someone who used to kill Kunlun in this way. The tragedy of the First World War made Kunlun's vitality hurt in the next 20 years. Their elders did their best to stop him. The killing god who is in a state of rampage.

Kill the god when you meet the god, and kill the Buddha when you meet the Buddha.

It doesn't matter what the man's name is. What matters is that he has a frightening legend.

This legend has been circulating for decades.

Shura is bloodthirsty.

He took a cold breath and no longer thought about the man in the depths of his memory. The two elders with an old face but strong body took the initiative to attack in the direction of Jun Yifeng for the first time. In his opinion, if he did not take down Jun Yifeng, it would be more difficult later. An intuition told him that there were more secrets hidden in Jun Yifeng. These secrets make him unpredictable, at least I'm afraid it will be much more than he imagined.

The rapid speed is reflected in the second elder of the Kunlun Law Enforcement Team, which is not uncommon. The iron discipline casted with blood makes everyone in Kunlun very careful to abide by it. Whether it is stubborn or conservative, it is the rules handed down by Kunlun throughout the ages. Gradually Form a form. Guarding China for decades, there are no less than a few aggressors who have killed. Kunlun's rules make those foreign gold families who stare at it have to measure themselves. The horror of the East can only be imagined by those foreign peerless masters who have experienced and survived.

It only takes time to breathe to get close to Jun Yifeng. The distance of seven or eight meters is lighter than a feather for any member of the Presbyterian in Kunlun. Five meters arrived in an instant, and the reaction speed could be said by Jun Yifeng, who could sense the two elders who rushed in the blink of an eye, and pulled out Zhanlu inserted in the ground without any consideration.

"Wang!"

The Zhanlu sword body that was sent out on the ground not only did not have a trace of dirt, but also looked better than the previous luster. With the pulling out of Zhanlu, dozens of black hard blocks suddenly shot out of the ground where the sword body was inserted, and the same speed shot at the second elders who flashed.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The people around them clearly heard a series of impact sounds, and then saw with their own eyes a string of sparks suddenly amplified. The place where the sparks were produced was the place where the black blocks communicated with the yellow spring in the hands of the two elders. The enlarged spark was caused by the violent explosion of the impact, and the second round of attack was overwhelming.

With the burst of sparks, the second elder who was forced to leave Jun Yifeng resolutely decided to retreat. Jun Yifeng's ghost ideas made him miss a good opportunity in the second time. Everyone noticed the difference between Jun Yifeng, and Zhan Lu, who was inserted into the ground and then pulled out again. The snowy Zhanlu sword faintly showed a trace of red. The color luster seems to be similar to the color of the spark that just burst around.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? How can it be such a magic power!" The other old people who have never missed every scene have discussed one after another that Jun Yifeng's body shows almost everything in front of them that they have never seen before. The old man's experience is profound, and they have been involved in a lot of things in China. The mysterious swordsmanship that they have never heard of has appeared in their cognition. How can you not surprise them?

Looking down on Jun Yifeng, the two elders who suffered losses twice, could not see any flaws on the surface, but his heart was rough. He couldn't figure out where Jun Yifeng, who had been growing up in Kunlun, learned these things and forced him to retreat again and again. In a short period of time, the potential of a descendant of Kunlun was loomingly revealed. Unexpectedly, there is no bottom limit.

Stengamate.

The two people who walked slowly in the back mountain path looked at the ancestral temple in front of them, as if they were aware of it, and turned to ask Lin Qingyun in the back.

"No one has walked into the back mountain so far. According to reason, my words in those years will not work until now? Those old and immortals, do they have any bullshit plans?"

The difficult and elegant words come out of the old population, which is not extremely unpleasant, and the words do not take into account the face of others at all.

Both of them are masters. It is not difficult to hear the movement outside, the sound of fighting, the sound of swords, and then return to the silence without action. Hearing the movement outside, Lin Qingyun's mind turned around. They were all intelligent people, and Linglong cleverly speculated the mystery.

"Maybe they are in awe of the rules set by the master in those years and dare not come to disturb your cultivation."

Speaking of an impossible guess, Lin Qingyun said with a smile. In fact, he may not believe this truth. How many people know the iron-blooded rule reached by all means for an agreement, even he, can't stand it. However, as the highest ruler of Kunlun, the Presbyterians have power that can't be accessed by the head. Most of the members in it are old guys who have lived at least one son.

"Fart, those old people are in awe of me? I'm afraid I can't wait for me to die earlier. The old man who became very emotional cursed that he didn't seem to have much good impression on the Presbyterian Association, and the relationship was very delicate.

"Oh." Lin Qingyun, who was in front of his eyes, suddenly swish, then picked up his beard and said slowly, "I forgot that there is another person outside."

"Who is it?" The old man who turned his head asked Lin Qingyun curiously that he had not taken a step back for many years. He should not know many fresh faces at all. At least those fresh faces did not know that this old man who seemed to be grumpy would be the leader of the famous Kunlun 40 years ago.

Time is a dull knife, which makes people unable to stand the competition.

"Master, you have seen him, and he has received some benefits from you." Lin Qingyun, who had a fairy style and Taoism, looked at the old man and said with other intentions. It turns out that the variables are here. No wonder no one has taken a step back now. The child must have made a lot of thought.

"Are you talking about the hairy child with a tiger's head?" Hearing Lin Qingyun's words, the old man laughed and remembered the past more than ten years ago. Jun Yifeng, who rushed into the back mountain, let him train for a few days by honing Ye Hetu. As a result, he couldn't help slipping out and never came to walk the mountain again. Presumably, he left a deep shadow when he was young.

"The qualification is good, and it is a good seedling. If he has half of the perseverance of the river map, it will be similar to the achievement of the river map. It's just that young people don't suffer a little, and there will be no future country and beauty. The old man said meaningfully and gradually slowed down. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"How can he compare with the master's closed disciples? This comparison is comparable." Lin Qingyun nod slightly and smiled, and his footsteps slowed down with the old man's pace. It was not a bad thing to let Jun Yifeng outside test more time. In the future, when it comes to danger, you will not get external support for no reason.

"Don't be too modest. If you can bluff those old people for so long, whether he uses the crooked evil way or the formal way, this mind is already very high." The old man looked at the ancestral temple and said in one word.

"What makes me curious is what did you pass on to him?"

"Zhan Lu is in his hands." Lin Qingyun said lightly, confidently.

Regardless of the old man's mutant eyes, Lin Qingyun also put his eyes on the ancestral temple in the distance and said leisurely, "I believe he can exert 80% of the power of Zhanlu."