The Book of Heaven

Chapter 431 Zhang Qing Was Locked
The pursuit of power has always been a human instinct, because in this era of insufficient technology, power represents everything.It can bring money, beauty, and power to people, and satisfy many human desires.

So for those who really live at the top of society, they are always pursuing stronger power.

The third uncle has been a martial sage in the early years, but he is not satisfied. He has been trying to restore the Tianshu martial arts that appeared in this world more than 600 years ago, because according to the legend, when the Tianshu martial arts are reunited, not only can It can make people's martial arts advance greatly, and it can also make people become immortals.

There are actually many legends about immortals in this world, but at the level of the third uncle, it is natural to be able to distinguish them. The immortals in those legends are actually just people who have practiced martial arts to the perfection.For example, if he cleaves a hill with his palm in front of those ordinary people, he can become a god in those people's mouths.

What the third uncle is really pursuing is what kind of wonderful things will happen after he has practiced martial arts to the extreme. For this pursuit, the third uncle almost gave up all his other desires, but in the end he was "swallowed alive" by the holy object, and his life and death are unknown. .

If it is true that people die for money and birds die for food, the third uncle is neither the No.1 who answered this sentence, nor will he be the last.On the ground of the holy hall, Zhang Qing was still insisting, while Guan Moyun had already made a real fire, and the moves he made were becoming more and more powerful.

If you want to talk about the realm of martial arts, Zhang Qing and Guan Moyun are brothers, but Zhang Qing does not have the unique conditions of Guan Moyun. He has been wanted all his life, although he is the best coach in actual combat. , but an overly tense life is also not conducive to the cultivation of warriors themselves. Without a stable and peaceful environment, how can they devote themselves physically and mentally?
Guan Moyun is different. Ever since he broke through into the Martial Saint, he has been working hard in the holy hall to hone his martial arts and temper his martial arts. Up to now, his whole body has been tempered like a diamond. The gap is beyond Zhang Qing's comprehension. of.The reason why they were evenly matched with Zhang Qing at the beginning was because Guan Moyun had itchy hands, and opponents at their level were rare. If Zhang Qing was taken care of hastily, God knows how long it would take for the next opponent.

Maybe Huang Che, who was selected by Guan Moyun as the hall master candidate, can cultivate to a similar level in the future, but this is an unknown number after all, and no one can guarantee how many years it will take.

As Guan Moyun's addiction got too high, his patience with Zhang Qing began to decrease rapidly. If Zhang Qing was sensitive and smart enough at this time, he should try to escape, maybe there would be a way out.It's a pity that Zhang Qing's brain is even more difficult to use when he is in a battle state. He is fully focused on seeing and dismantling moves, and he didn't notice the change in Guan Moyun at all.

On the contrary, the elders who were watching the battle felt it, so they gradually opened up their positions, and unknowingly completed the encirclement of the battle circle. Have prestige at all?

"Come the knife!"

Following Guan Moyun's furious roar, Guan Pingyu, who had been preparing for a long time, shook his hand and threw out the long knife lying beside him!

This knife is not Qinglong Yanyue who kills the enemy on horseback, but a sharp blade that looks like a horse.The big knife has no sheath, and even the blade does not seem to be too sharp, but it is full of weight. Even if Guan Pingyu is innate, it is a little difficult to lift it with one hand, and it is even more difficult to send it out with both hands. , from the expression on his face, he knew that it was extremely difficult.

The epee has no front, and the horse-chopping knife flies in the air with a dull sound, like a pillar falling from the sky, but Guan Moyun just stretches out his hand without looking back. The horse-chopping knife that was originally falling freely seems to be pulled by an invisible rope, and it is obedient when it hits sideways It flew into Guan Moyun's hands.

"Okay, you Guan old man, finally you can't help but shine your weapon?"

Over there, Zhang Qing was still mocking desperately, but he didn't realize that he had already reached the end of his strength. Guan Moyun, on the other hand, was still calm and relaxed. In Guan Moyun's case, the unity of swords is no longer enough to describe. After falling into Guan Moyun's hands, the dignified horse-chopping knife turned out to be as inconspicuous as an embroidery needle. In other words, Guan Moyun's aura was completely Cover up the past.

"Zhang Qing, I'll give you a chance, and I'll keep you alive!"

"Bah! Old man Guan, are you going back as long as you live? How about keeping me alive? If it weren't for your apprentices and grandchildren, Grandpa, I would have killed you to death."

Seeing that Zhang Qing was still showing off his eloquence, Guan Moyun didn't say much, he raised his hand and slashed out with a knife, and the invisible knife qi let out an ear-piercing whistling, Zhang Qing's face changed and he closed his mouth, turning sideways.

It's a pity that the sword technique is the housekeeping skill of the Guan family. People in the Guan family may use different swords, but the essence is the same, how easy is it?
Not to mention turning and turning the saber qi in mid-air, Guan Moyun's horse-chopping knife trembled like an embroidery needle, and a series of saber qi came out one after another, like an invisible torrential rain, instantly submerging Zhang Qing!
Zhang Qing, who had nowhere to hide, could only clenched his fists and blasted out one after another. With the muffled sound of soldiers, countless knives and qi were broken by Zhang Qing's fist wind, and the exploding energy once again cut off half a foot. The rest of the black mud was flying all over the sky, and a black rain suddenly fell in the sky!
However, it is always a disadvantage to use the wind of the fist to resist the knife qi, but after three or five strokes, Zhang Qing's face turned red, which was a sign of exhaustion of inner qi. Only then did he know that Guan Moyun hadn't exerted all his strength just now. , but it was too late.

While continuously attacking, Guan Moyun's knife qi has gradually formed a big net, and Zhang Qing is the fish in this big net, no matter how much he jumps, he can't break free.

"Lie down!"

Guan Moyun, who completely controlled the rhythm, seized the right timing, and slashed the last knife with a loud cry!

If there was a flash of lightning under the gloomy sky, it tore apart the world!
The invisible saber qi turned into a dazzling saber glow at this moment, with one hair coming from the long sword in Guan Moyun's hand, and the other winding like a giant dragon to rush towards Zhang Qing!Zhang Qing, who was already exhausted, was powerless to stop him. He could only watch helplessly as the bright yellow blade bit his chest, and then the huge impact hit Zhang Qing's body fiercely like a siege hammer.

Although the physical strength of the Martial Saint is already different from that of ordinary people, if Guan Moyun's knife is used to attack the city, the power will definitely not be lost to the battering ram. It is easy to break the door and destroy the wall. Zhang Qing still can't bear it, and his breastbone is shattered At the same time, as soon as the old face turned black, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a mist of blood. In an instant, the whole person turned his back to the bottom, his hands and feet trembling endlessly!

"Take off the lock and lock the lute bone!"

Seeing that Zhang Qing finally fell to the ground, Guan Pingyu suddenly became excited and yelled loudly to arrest him, but he himself did not dare to approach him, saying that a person like the Martial Saint who entered the house would be crushed to death even if he was seriously injured. A genius is no harder than crushing an ant.

Therefore, those who can really step forward to do it will gain or lose the state of becoming a martial god at worst.

Huang Che's movements were not slow. As a candidate for the hall master, it was time for him to perform at this time. Following closely behind a group of elders, someone took out a fine iron hook and "poof" Zhang Qing's The luteus is locked through penetration.

Even if it is a martial sage who entered the house, once the lute bone is locked, the breath in the whole body will be difficult to circulate, and only half of the power of ten successes will be left, which is not a concern.

(End of this chapter)