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Chapter 135 Competition
Qiu Qianren strode up the mountain, followed by a hundred Mongolian warriors.

He separated from the crowd and walked to Jinlun Fawang, turning a deaf ear to the scolding behind him.

"The national teacher is well, the Great Khan asked me to come and protect him, and wish the national teacher a victory!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jinlun Fawang to reply, he turned around and shouted at the crowd: "It will be a matter of time before the Mongols destroy the Song Dynasty, and today's martial arts competition is nothing compared to the dispute between the two countries.

Why don't you find a good lord early, so that you can be rich and happy in the future? "

As soon as the voice fell, it immediately attracted repeated angry reprimands.

Qiu Qianren listened with a sneer for a while, and finally said sarcastically: "You shout so loudly, isn't Yang Qing afraid to come at this time?"

Most of the people present didn't know anything about Yang Qing, they all looked at Yang Kang after hearing him speak.

But without waiting for Yang Kang to refute, everyone suddenly heard a roar of a tiger soaring into the sky from far away, like a thunderclap in the slightly quiet flying snow, shaking the whole field!
"coming!"

Excited, Yang Kang flashed to the edge of the cliff, his eyes passed through the fluttering snowflakes, and he saw two spots, one gray and one blue, at the end of the ocean where countless Mongolian troops gathered at the foot of the mountain.

"Okay, you really are a hero!"

Qiu Qianren looked at the edge of the cliff for a while, his eyes flickered, and he ordered behind him: "Let him go up the mountain!"

Hearing this, a Mongolian general took off the horn from his waist, put it on his lips and blew it, and the deep and mighty sound immediately rolled out, spreading up and down the mountain.

At this time, everyone bent down and watched the Mongolian army surrounding the mountain quickly open a wide gap, and at the end, two gray and blue shadows broke into the army formation in an instant, and they reached the center of the army in the blink of an eye.

"I saw it, I saw it."

"Come up the mountain."

"That man seems to be carrying a tiger."

As Yang Qing and General Lan got closer, some of them had deep skills, and those with stronger eyesight could vaguely see them.

"beep……"

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted by Yang Qing, a short and high-pitched horn sounded again behind him.

At the same time, the moment the sound reached the foot of the mountain, the Mongolian army like a sea tide suddenly surrounded the center, and they all rushed towards Yang Qing!
"Shameless traitor!"

Yang Kang yelled, and instantly turned into a shadow and rushed towards Qiu Qianren who had just put down the horn.

"The Tartars are cheating, kill!"

In the outrage of the crowd, more than a thousand people immediately rushed to a group of Mongolian soldiers.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the outnumbered Mongolians were killed and retreated steadily, leaving dozens of corpses along the way.

Qunhao from the Central Plains was not able to dodge because of the large number of people, and seven or eight people were shot down by the opponent's crossbow, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

On the other side, Qiu Qianren saw that Yang Kang's figure was erratic and as fast as lightning, and Zhou Botong Yinggu on the other side was staring at him even more, so he took two steps back, and then turned over and fell down the cliff!

The peak here is more than [-] feet from the ground, even Yang Qing dare not jump down directly.

Yang Kang chased to the edge of the cliff, bent down to look down.

But in the hidden place of the cliff, there is a rope hanging in the mountain every twenty feet.At this time, Qiu Qianren had already fallen more than a hundred feet intermittently on the rope, and disappeared in the jagged rocks and snow in the blink of an eye.

"This dog!" Yang Kang yelled angrily, and was about to go down the mountain to chase him, when suddenly the roar of the tiger exploded behind him again, but this time it seemed to be right next to his ears, making his ears buzz!
Turning around and looking, the two groups of fighting crowds who were still in a state of violence just now have died down, and slowly retreated to make way for a passage.

At the end of the road, Yang Qing slowly walked up the mountain road in the wind and snow. Behind him was the sound of heavy footsteps of pursuers, but it was more than ten feet away, and no one dared to approach.

Yang Kang looked down and saw Yang Qing's eternal blue cloth shoes stepping on the snow on the top of the cliff, leaving a line of bloody footprints behind him.

General Lan roared twice at the mountain pass, then turned around and ran to Yang Qing's side.Every time it took a step, drops of blood slid down its fur, and the slightly opened ferocious mouth was even more bloody.

"This is Yang Qing?"

"Why are you so young?"

"How can such a big tiger be blue-haired?"

Yang Kang stepped in front of him worriedly and said, "Brother, are you injured?"

Yang Qing smiled and took off an arrowhead from his shoulder. As soon as Changchun's true energy circulated in the wound, the muscles under his clothes immediately squirmed and closed, making it hard to distinguish with the naked eye in the blink of an eye.

"It's okay, a small injury." After speaking, he looked sideways at Jinlun Fawang and said, "Is it better to make such a big scene?"

From the moment Yang Qing went up the mountain, Jinlun Fawang never looked away for a moment.

Hearing his question at this time, he immediately took half a step forward, his eyes flickering: "I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"I'm the one who is most afraid of talking about fights, come on!"

Before Yang Qing finished speaking, the arrowhead in his hand slammed at Jinlun Fawang!

The arrowhead was infused with his true energy, and immediately smashed countless snowflakes along the way into powder as soon as he let go, and shot straight at the latter's eyebrows, leaving only a piercing sound to the bystanders!

When Jinlun Fawang first saw the falling snow being disturbed, he felt a strong wind blowing against his face, and there was a faint tingling between his brows.

Dragon Elephant's zhenqi immediately burst out in response, and while his body swept back instantly, he punched out in the air.

Wherever the strength of the fist went, the oncoming arrows collapsed and flew instantly, and the shaft of the arrow was shattered into powder, washed away by the wind of the fist together with countless snowflakes, disappearing invisible in the blink of an eye!
Yang Qing waved his sleeves to sweep away the remaining snow that was approaching by the wind of his fist, his figure suddenly rushed forward as if teleporting, his right hand pointed towards the void, and amidst the sound of "咻咻" piercing through the air, three consecutive sword qi spanned three feet Shoot at Jinlun Fawang.

He followed the sword qi, and the sunflower qi turned into extreme yin and condensed in the palm of the hand. At the moment of "Frost Breaking Ice Palm", the falling snow seemed to be inspired, and immediately changed its trajectory to gather around the palm, and then pressed forward together!
"Well done, Vajra Fist!"

Jinlun Fawang saw Yang Qing's palm fall, as if cooperating with heaven and earth, and there was more sword energy in front of him to open the way.With a violent shout, he raised his hand and punched three times in succession, breaking all three sword qi into four-strike qi.

Immediately, both hands stood up, the ten fingers were bent and slightly separated, and only joined together with the palms. After a little concentration, the void around the body twisted strangely again.

When Yang Qing slapped his palm in front of him, he also pushed forward with both hands, and received it steadily!
One of the two is exposed, like heaven and earth working together; the other is restrained, like steel and rocks that are unmoved by wind and rain.

As soon as the two palms came into contact, the falling snow fluttering in the surroundings froze for an instant, and then soundless and transparent waves swayed between the two of them. As soon as the people around touched their chests, they felt their chests were unbearably distressed, and they all backed away.

Huang Yaoshi was outside the battle circle, his gray hair and blue shirt were also swept up by the waves, but his face seemed to be unconscious and unaffected in the slightest.

He looked at a lamp beside him and asked, "Could it be that this kid just used your Dali Duan's Six Meridian Excalibur?"

Yideng nodded when he heard the words: "Benefactor Yang is a genius in heaven, and he can practice the lost skills, which is commendable."

While the two were talking, another change occurred in the field.

The two palms exchanged for a moment, Jinlun Fawang only felt that Yang Qing's internal energy was as deep as the ocean, rolling endlessly.

Although I have trained the Dragon Elephant True Qi to the No.12 level, I still can't win with strength, but there are faint signs of lack of strength.

As soon as he thought about it, the monk's robe on his body split open suddenly, and then streaks of golden light burst out of his body, spinning and cutting towards Yang Qing!
Seeing the golden light hit Yang Qing, Beiming's true energy in his body immediately poured into his tendons, capturing the opponent's true energy.

Jinlun Fawang sensed the change of the opponent's true energy, and the dragon-elephant's true energy instantly rolled back to protect the whole body, and he no longer cared about attacking the enemy.

And Yang Qing also stopped his hand in an instant, and then the cold iron sword from his waist jumped out of the sheath, and he grasped it in his hand, and swayed the sword light, sweeping away the golden light attacking in front of him one by one.

The golden light was swung away by the long sword, hovered in the air for a circle, and then suddenly fell back to the side of Jinlun Fawang, and was absorbed by him on the surface of the body to protect the vital parts of the whole body.

Yang Qing looked intently, but there were twelve palm-sized golden wheels in total, made of unknown materials, and the cold iron sword could not cut through them with one blow.

"Changed guys?"

At this time, the golden wheel dharma king's hat fell off as early as when he just met his palms, and the monk's robes on the outer cover also looked very different with the golden wheel attached.

"I have restrained all your sword spirit and divine weapons, and I can't do anything to me. Yang Qing, today I will defeat you here!"

"Then try again!"

Yang Qing heard that the long sword slashed in front of the void, and the sword body was slightly black under the infusion of Beiming's true energy.As soon as the words fell, he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, the tip of his sword had reached the center of Jinlun Fawang's eyebrows!

"Return to fate and join hands!"

Just when everyone thought that this sword was about to accomplish meritorious deeds, they saw Jinlun Fawang put his hands together, crossed his fingers, and pressed the strange handprint on the back of his left finger with his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, a bright yellow shimmer appeared on the surface of his skin, and his whole body seemed to have suddenly turned into a jade Buddha. His hands drew countless palm shadows in the air, and slapped Yang Qing's sword blade in the air!

Yang Qing approached with a sword, only to hear Jinlun Fawang yell softly, the surrounding space seemed to stagnate for an instant, but he slapped the sword with three palms one after another, causing the blade to deflect to one side.

Afterwards, the Golden Wheel Dharma King stopped being on the defensive, moved twelve golden wheels and danced around his body, strangling forward!

At this time, the surrounding audience could already see that they were covered in cold sweat, and the man who proposed to push Jinlun Fawang down the mountain swallowed his saliva one after another.

Hong Qigong saw that Yang Qing's sword was emptying out, and the golden wheel kept bursting into fireworks. He couldn't help asking Master Yideng beside him: "I said, Emperor Duan, what kind of kung fu did this monk use? I was so fast just now." It’s almost invisible, but it’s so evil.”

Yideng watched the two fight intently, and said slowly: "This is not martial arts, I heard that there are countless seals in the Vajra Esoteric School, and the twelve palms together, the four kinds of fists are called the fundamental seals.

Practicing to a deep level can stimulate people's potential and has infinite magical effects.

What he used just now should be the root seal of Tantric Buddhism, but it was transformed into martial arts. "

"Tsk tsk." Hong Qigong smacked his tongue and said, "The old beggar is ignorant and ignorant. I don't know if Yang Qing can do such extraordinary feats in the world."

Huang Yaoshi heard the words and said beside him: "Don't worry, Seventh Brother, this kid hasn't exerted his strength yet."

Yang Qing lifted the three golden wheels flying in front of him with one sword, and used the gap to urge the sword energy to hit the golden wheel Fawang with a punch to block it.

Compared with the first time I saw him, the martial arts Jinlun Fawang displayed this time was very different.

Whether it's the boxing technique that destroys the sword energy, or the strange kung fu technique that can instantly increase the speed, he feels inexplicably excited.

At this time, he and Jinlun Fawang were moving back and forth in the field, causing the air to churn. Most people couldn't see the movement clearly, and they just stepped back again and again to avoid harm.

After fighting for a while, Yang Qing saw that his speed still didn't slow down, but he didn't have any new moves.It's just that the golden wheel is flying, and the offense and defense are impenetrable, making people have nowhere to start.

While his mind was spinning, his true energy flowed, and his figure suddenly split into six realms.

Immediately after shaking the wrist, the long sword immediately turned into three, and with the technique of transforming the three into three with one qi, combined with the sword intent of the epee Wufeng, he slashed towards the golden wheel.

"Clang clang..."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King saw that the weapons collided one after another, bursting into pieces of fireworks, and then the twelve golden wheels for body protection were all thrown down the mountain by Yang Qing, and could never be recovered.

He stared at the changes in the field without panic, and suddenly saw the split figures in front of him suddenly merged into one, and the gleaming sword blade slashed across the air again!
"Fold hands together!"

He shouted softly again, and the handprint of Jinlun Fawang also changed accordingly, his hands crossed to draw afterimages, and he rolled forward facing the blade of the sword.

Every time he made a sound, it sounded like he was shouting a move, but his voice changed as soon as he finished speaking. It was clearly similar to a Buddhist mantra, and he uttered it together with his handprints to confuse his opponent.

Yang Qing saw through this way, the blade of the sword immediately stirred up a cold light.

Jinlun Fawang drank the seal formula several times. Although Yang Qing was still unable to suppress Yang Qing under the stimulation of his potential, he finally stopped being passively beaten.

When he saw the blade reaching his body, his bright jade-like hands immediately went up to him, his ten fingers avoiding the blade and hitting the blade continuously.

Amidst the continuous "ding dong" sound, the swift sword became invisible in an instant.

But Yang Qing didn't allow him to change this time, one strike failed and the next struck again in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, his figure turned into a hazy mist, and surrounded Jinlun Fawang continuously with rolling sword gestures!
And Jinlun Dharma King seemed to be transformed into a thousand-handed Buddha, his whole body was covered by palm shadows, and for a while, the two swords moved back and forth, and they couldn't stand in a stalemate.

As the fierce fighting became more intense, the vigor of the two people intersected and collided one after another, and the snow powder turned into pieces of falling snow gradually became louder, shrinking, expanding and changing shapes around the two of them, which was spectacular.

Yang Qing's sword was getting faster and faster. Although he was blocked one after another, he was not anxious, but had infinite insights.

Many years ago when they fought against Ouyang Feng, there was such a stalemate.

Later, his skill greatly improved, and he relied on one Yang finger to defeat the toad skill in one fell swoop to secure the victory.

However, the Jinlun Fawang at this time is different from Ouyang Feng's method of braking from the inside out.

His Dragon Elephant True Qi keeps his body immobile and indestructible, and he also has the power of Tantric Yoga to increase his power. Now he even sacrifices the Tantric Mudra that he doesn't know much about. His martial arts can be said to be at its peak.

Like myself, I have reached a level where it is difficult to make further progress.

All kinds of zhenqi gathered by Changchun Kung Fu can hardly affect the other party.

It cannot be said that it is impossible for the two to decide the outcome, but it is difficult to have three moves and two moves to see the result.

Just as he moved his sword to cut through the wind and thunder, and made up his mind to spend time with his powerful qi, a ripple that flickered and disappeared suddenly flashed across his vision that followed the rapid change of his body shape.

Yang Qing could see clearly that it wasn't the waves caused by the collision of two people's true qi.

The last time he saw such a vision was on Peach Blossom Island, watching the battle between Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng.

Haven't seen him for many years...

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(End of this chapter)