The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 299: Sanshou Bapu VS Minghai Guiyuan Jin

Ning Daoqi was embarrassed after being repeatedly prodded in the sore spot. "My friend, you are too obsessed and have lost your pure heart. For the sake of the world and the people, I have no choice but to offend you. Please!"

Although he was just an independent person, his cultivation was that of a grandmaster. In the blink of an eye, he left the hall and came to the wide square outside. Su Ming glanced at Fan Qinghui indifferently and followed closely behind him.

After the two left, a Taoist felt something was wrong. "Ning the thief is a great master. I'm afraid that fellow Taoist Su is in danger. Let's go and help him."

At this time, Fan Qinghui spoke again, "Amitabha, Brother Dao, what you said is wrong. The debate on Taoism should be fair. Taoism is a famous and upright sect. I believe it will not do anything to bully the minority with its numbers. I hope the Taoist master will understand."

This sentence directly stopped Taoist Qi Hui. Today was a grand event for the Taoist sect. If the majority really bullied the minority, this so-called grand event would surely become a laughing stock. It would be fine if it was held behind closed doors, but there were people from the Buddhist sect present.

He even discovered that in addition to Fan Qinghui, there were other masters hiding in the dark on Mount Zhongnan.

After a moment of thinking, Taoist Qi Hui made a decision in his heart, "My fellow Taoists, this is a feud between Ning Daoqi and Taoist Su. If we take action, we will lose our reputation, but Taoist Su may not lose to that traitor."

With the endorsement of the old Taoist priest from the Taoist Temple, Taoist Qi Hui has confidence in Su Ming. What's more, this is the ancestral temple of the Louguan Taoist sect. Even if he cannot win, his life will not be in danger.

This?
The Taoists all looked at each other and agreed reluctantly, but their eyes towards Fan Qinghui became increasingly cold.

Then, the group walked out of the hall.

In the center of the open space, Su Ming and Ning Daoqi stood opposite each other. They seemed to be doing nothing, but the contest between them had already begun.

Fan Qinghui twirled the Buddhist beads in her hands, and her clear eyes reflected two figures. She was horrified in her heart. Where did this person come from and how could he compete with Ning Daoqi!
Ever since Xu Ziling became famous, Buddhism has taken notice of this rising star in Taoism. It's not that there were no secrets of immortality circulating in the world before, but they didn't make any waves. But after Xu Ziling defeated the younger generation of Taoists from the southern sect, Buddhism began to take this young man seriously.

And his master naturally also caught the attention of the Buddhists, but no matter how they investigated, they could not find out Su Ming's origins and background. They only knew that he was a master. For this reason, she invited Ning Daoqi out at the request of her disciple Shi Feixuan.

"What a powerful momentum!"

"What a terrifying realm!"

One exclamation after another, so surprising.

The two completely different auras were constantly eroding each other. At this moment, the two of them each exerted their own aura, and the scene of their mutual collision and confrontation seemed as real as it could be in Fan Qinghui's feeling!
Generally speaking, people who practice martial arts can, through long-term practice of the "mental method" and "true meaning" of a certain martial art, gather and immerse their own aura into a unique aura that matches the martial arts. In the world of the Tang Dynasty, spiritual powers are extremely active, and can even change the nature of the world to some extent. The spirit of the grand masters is so powerful and mighty.

At this moment, the collision of their momentum and the clash of wills actually changed the sky. The sky was clear just now, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the Zhongnan Mountains and a misty drizzle began to fall.

Fine drizzle came with the wind, fluttering down. An invisible wave of air seemed to bloom softly around Su Ming and the other man, repelling the dense raindrops three feet away.

Suddenly, a strong wind came and the two men moved!
Ning Daoqi's hair and beard were blown by the strong wind, his sleeves fluttered, and a solemn look appeared on his face. His aura changed, and this change was so subtle and mysterious that it was beyond description. It was as if he raised his sleeves, and a stream of energy surged out, seemingly existing and not existing, and he pounced on Su Ming with one palm, and each move was unpredictable. His hands left a series of blurred afterimages in the void, and each pounce seemed to tear the space apart. The powerful energy turned into invisible chains, restraining Su Ming's movements, as if the whole world was shrouded by his true energy.

"Well done!"

Su Ming's indifferent eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit. Since he came to this world, Song Que was the first master he had met, but the attacks between them were just a quick fight, not a life-and-death battle.

After entering the innate realm and comprehending the sword intent, he has been getting stronger all the time. Both his Piaomiao swordsmanship and Minghai Guiyuan energy have reached a higher level. Who could be a more suitable opponent than a great grandmaster?
He put his fingers together and pointed the sword. A sword energy was born from the void, cutting off the chains around Su Ming and rushing towards Ning Daoqi.

"What a sword!"

Ning Daoqi's eyes moved slightly, full of solemnity. This person was even more powerful than he had imagined, and was a master of the same level.

In an instant, a surge of energy surged in his body, like waves of the sea, destroying everything, or like a tornado or hurricane, sweeping across the entire sky, and the rain curtain rolled back and soared into the sky.

The next moment, there was a sudden thunderclap in the sky, and the roar resounded throughout the universe. The great master of martial arts was in harmony with nature, and the yin and yang were derived. The interaction and clash between spiritual powers disturbed the circulation of the earth's energy in Mount Zhongnan and caused changes in the celestial phenomena.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi's whole body was filled with an ethereal yet indifferent feeling. His eyes became neither sad nor happy, and he chanted softly: "There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun. Kun is so big that no one knows how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back is so big that no one knows how many thousands of miles it is. When it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky."

……

He stood in place and waved his hand silently. A peerless energy as vast as the mountains, rivers, and heaven and earth surged towards Su Ming. As the energy whistled, the wind and clouds surged. It felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was sinking. The entire sky suddenly darkened.

Those eyes, like two deep pools, were filled with endless mysteries of the universe. The stars moved, the world was created, all things were born, the four seasons changed, yin and yang blended...

Immediately afterwards, Ning Daoqi leaped into the sky like a roc and disappeared.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, as if covered by a large dark cloud, or as if it had turned into the North Sea, absorbing all light.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi's eyes were drained of all emotions, as if he had turned into a supreme saint, heartless and selfless, selfless and impartial, just like the supreme way of heaven. With a slight wave of his hand, the six energies of heaven and earth were between his fingers, and the mighty energy filled the heaven and earth for dozens of feet, blocking all the space in all directions.

After the first attempt, he immediately used his famous skill, "Sanda Ba Pu".

"Daoyou, be careful!"

Su Ming's eyes were calm, neither sad nor happy. He just stretched out five fingers, with five-colored light flowing on his five crystal fingers, and he grasped the air.

"boom!"

The heaven and earth seemed to have frozen. Light, shadow, raindrops, vital energy, all the energy of heaven and earth within a ten-foot radius centered on him were under his control. His spiritual power extended out, as if he were commanding something with his own arm.

The wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger. An invisible aura condensed around the two men to prevent the rain from sticking to them. Even though their sight was constantly blocked by the thick rain curtain, their spiritual perceptions, which had been stimulated to the extreme, were still locked on each other.

In the rain, Ning Daoqi was like a huge Kun fish swimming in the sea of ​​clouds. The next moment, he jumped out of the sea and stood facing the wind, quickly turning into a big Peng bird soaring into the sky.

"Is this Sanshou Bapu?"

Fan Qinghui stared closely at the Kun fish image transformed by spiritual power in the rain, and was full of admiration. With her realm, it was not difficult to see that Ning Daoqi's move was taken from the essence of "Zhuangzi's Happy Journey", conforming to the nature of heaven and earth, and being free and at ease in the infinite world. He integrated the three realms of "the most perfect man has no self, the divine man has no merit, and the sage has no name" into one, reaching the realm of no one and no self beyond the three realms.

In a state that transcends the state of having rules and not having rules, and not being hindered by external things, one controls the six energies of heaven and earth with a mind of nothingness, and the energy that combines the real and the virtual, is a superb martial art that is similar to illusion but transcends illusion.

She even saw the shadow of her own Cihang Sword Canon in it. Then, she turned her gaze to Su Ming, "Why doesn't he draw his sword yet?" "Bang!"

Su Ming's clenched fist suddenly opened, and a powerful sword intent emerged from his body. All the aura he controlled turned into sword energy, swirling between heaven and earth, condensing into a sea of ​​sword energy.

The sword energy shot up into the sky, and the raindrops hung down and collided with the sword energy, exploding instantly and pouring out in all directions. The raindrops within a dozen feet around were twisted and flew away, and suddenly broke into fine water bubbles, which evaporated into thick water mist, covering the void.

Ning Daoqi's spiritual power was impacted and he had to break away from his wandering state. He clenched his fists and punched towards Su Ming.

The rain curtain seemed to be used by him alone, carrying the power of heaven and earth to smash down, trying to break Su Ming's sea of ​​sword energy.

At this moment, Su Ming's mind moved, and the sword energy suddenly condensed, "Break!"

There is no frills, no myriad changes in sword techniques, just one simple move.

The sword energy penetrated the space and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Ning Daoqi's pupils suddenly shrank, a sense of life and death crisis loomed in his heart, and he gathered the true energy in his body and turned attack into defense.

"Oh!"

Palm power, sword energy, and rain curtain, the three rolled back and exploded.

The square paved with bluestone bricks suddenly cracked, revealing cracks, and the ground shook continuously as if a dragon was turning over.

"Retreat quickly!"

The onlookers were horrified, their eyes filled with fear, and they retreated quickly, moving hundreds of feet away to avoid being affected.

"Is this Master's sword? It seems different from the Piaomiao Sword Technique." Xu Ziling muttered to himself as he looked at the sword energy bursting out from afar. The mystery of the Piaomiao Sword Technique lies in its endlessness. In short, it all comes down to the word "change".

But Su Ming's sword completely abandoned changes, and used force to break through cleverness, and destroyed everything in its path. In his eyes, Ning Daoqi's realm was very high. He was free and inaction, wandering in the universe, doing both things and doing both, and was in tune with all things.

He had read many Taoist classics, so he could naturally see the ingenuity contained in Ning Daoqi's moves. He used tens of millions of infinite changes to return them to the eight essences. His moves were arbitrary and there was no fixed rules. They were like a wild horse running freely in the sky, not bound by any constraints or restrictions. It was like riding on clouds and controlling a flying dragon, which was wonderful beyond words.

If Piaomiao sword technique is centered on the word "change", then the core of his free-hand eight-attack technique is the word "empty". Emptiness can give birth to life, so this emptiness is infinite. Purity leads to emptiness, and then this emptiness becomes reality. Between emptiness and reality, although there are hundreds of differences, they are all the way of nature, mysterious and profound, neither big nor small.

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, thousands of rays of light fell, and the rain also stopped at this moment.

The square, which had been flat just now, was now in ruins, trees had fallen down, and palaces were in ruins. Only two people were left standing.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, Taoist Qi Hui and others' expressions suddenly changed. Is the power of the Grand Master really so strong?

There were many innate masters among the people present. They thought that the grand masters were only slightly better than them. But today, when they actually saw the grand masters take action, they understood why the three great masters were so famous.

Ning Daoqi looked at the wound on his palm that was bleeding profusely, and his expression changed for the first time. The man in front of him said, "Your swordsmanship is superb. I admire you. But you think you can defeat me with this move. It's not enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his palms, turning the real into the virtual. A series of invisible yet solid energy nets took shape instantly and enveloped Su Ming.

However, Su Ming's strongest martial arts was not swordsmanship. From the beginning to the end, the foundation of his martial arts was the Nether Sea Return to Origin Force. In terms of the control of Qi, the Nether Sea Return to Origin Force was far stronger than the Eight Punches of Free Hands.

He lightly turned his palm, and the sword energy scattered around him instantly condensed and then exploded.

The energy net carefully constructed by Ning Daoqi was torn to pieces in an instant, but at this moment, he was already close, and his palms changed again, pecking at Su Ming. Ordinary swordsmen would mostly panic if they were suddenly approached by him.

But unfortunately, his enemy is not just a swordsman.

You think I only know how to use a sword?
Su Ming's mouth curled up slightly, and wisps of the energy of heaven and earth flowed through his meridians, transforming into pure innate true energy and condensing in his palm. An unparalleled palm force burst out.

what?
Ning Daoqi's eyes changed again, and he felt a domineering palm force coming towards him. The air in front of him seemed to be sucked in and emptied, and he could not resist it head-on!
The martial arts master's intuition told him that he could not block this palm, so he actually lowered his body and dodged like a lazy donkey.

The palm force passed by him and landed on the ruined palace with undiminished momentum. The bricks, wood, pillars and stones collapsed in an instant, leaving behind a hollow palm print, and finally landed heavily on the mountain wall, leaving a mark several inches thick.

How can it be?

This person is so powerful!

The sudden change made Fan Qinghui panic. Everything before her was beyond her control. She thought that Ning Daoqi could use his power as a grandmaster to suppress the Taoist alliance and take over the leadership.

But the appearance of Su Ming made everything come to nothing. He was actually a grandmaster!

It would be fine if it was just one grandmaster, but there was a group of grandmasters who were eyeing her covetously. At this moment, she felt a sense of regret for no reason. If she had known, she should have found out more about this person before making a decision.

At this point, it was too late to regret, and she could only cut her losses in time.

Fan Qinghui calmed down and tried to persuade them to make peace. "Amitabha, both of you are amazing people. If anyone gets hurt, it will be a loss for the Dao sect. Why don't you give me some face and stop the discussion? What do you think?"

However, Su Ming's answer was just one word, "Get lost!"

The sound mixed with the air waves rolled in, making Fan Qinghui's ears buzz and his head dizzy.

Come as you please and leave as you please. This white lotus really thinks he is a dish!
"Today, only one of us can leave here alive. Ning Daoqi, use all your strength and try again!"

(End of this chapter)