The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 143 Blood Beast
"Will the old Taoist priest win?"

"Of course, the Heavenly Master has been a top master for a long time. How can a rising star, no matter how monstrous he is, stand up to him?"

"No problem, have you forgotten Quan Xing's fate? Tian Lei is asking you if you are afraid?"

"Qin Ye is indeed quite arrogant. Huang Ning just said a few more words, and he took such a cruel action. He is too cruel. It would be better to let the Heavenly Master punish him."

There was a lot of chatter and discussion in the audience.

It is generally acknowledged that the old Heavenly Master is the best. The two heroes below him may not be second to none, but this one is definitely the best.

He has been invincible in the world of extraordinary people for decades, and he has been a crushing opponent. He has been dominating the world for many years and has not been without challengers, but the challengers kept silent after the battle, obviously they did not get any advantage.

Dao Yan is indeed ferocious, and has been notorious in recent years. The rising star has some of the style of the old Taoist priest, and he beat up both the Wang and Lu families.

But still no one would think that he would be a match for the old Taoist priest.

The gap in cultivation level is there, and it is an insurmountable chasm.

"Qin boy, do you want to fight with the old Taoist priest? You should take a break. You have nothing to do, right?" Lu Jin threw down the hammer and walked forward.

Lu Jin is a person who is very clear about gratitude and resentment.

Because Qin Ye had rescued Lu Linglong before, this favor made him feel quite favorable towards Qin Ye.

However, this good impression was not the kind of affection she had for Qin Ye and she wanted him to be her grandson-in-law. After all, Qin Ye had too much murderous aura, which was really inconsistent with the family tradition of their Lu family.

Lu Jin's fondness for Qin Ye mostly stems from his appreciation of his abilities.

Although the tone was impolite, between the lines, there was a hint of concern and advice for the younger generation.

But Qin Ye didn't appreciate it. He glanced at the old man and said calmly, "Old Lu, this is none of your business. Move aside."

"Hey, how come you don't understand what I'm saying?" Lu Jin frowned and said angrily, "How about I give you a try? After this, go do what you need to do."

Hearing this, Qin Ye turned sideways to face him and said with interest:

"It seems that reaching the peak of the second level has given you a lot of confidence. Okay, I'd really like to have a competition with you."

The flames of war shifted inexplicably, leaving everyone bewildered and confused as to who was fighting whom.
Zhang Zhiwei sighed: "Old Lu, stop messing around and go sit aside for a while."

"I'm a mess?" Lu Jin widened his eyes, unable to believe his ears.

He was with a junior, but he was the one who got into trouble. How the hell can he go about this?
"Okay, okay, I don't care anymore, you guys can fight all you want!"

After saying that, Lu Jin turned away, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.

The wind has stopped, the forest is quiet, and the evening mist is heavy.

There were no traces of birds or animals in the mountains and forests, only silence as thick as ink. Even every inch of the air seemed to be solidified, making it hard to breathe. It seemed as if a storm was about to break this eerie calm.

Suddenly, Qin Ye took the lead and appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei in a flash. With a cold light flashing, the thousand blades in his hands were wrapped in a bluish-white vortex and slashed straight towards the latter.

Facing the biting sword wind that was filled with murderous intent, Zhang Zhiwei stood still like a deep abyss and a mountain, calm and composed, without any intention of dodging, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body.

The golden light was like substance, crystal clear and bright. The sharp knife that could easily cut through several meters thick steel plates made a pleasant crisp sound when it cut on it, but it could only cut into it an inch before getting stuck.

This Golden Light Mantra and Zhang Lingyu's are completely different things.

One is paper and the other is wall.

Qin Ye also knew the Golden Light Mantra, so he knew even more clearly how difficult it was to cultivate the golden light to such a strength.

Anyway, he is in trouble enough.

This is not like building a wall that can be built over time. Without talent, it is impossible to reach this level even if you practice until death.

It makes sense for a sect to select disciples with exceptional talent. Your desperate efforts are not as good as someone else's talent. However, Qin Ye did not rely on the golden light to fight the enemy, but only used it to temper his life. Suddenly, a scorching flame surged on his sword, and as it merged with the fierce wind, it erupted with incomparably powerful power.

The golden light showed signs of softening under this.

But before Qin Ye could chop down the knife, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand casually, and in an instant, thousands of golden threads shot out, like countless agile golden dragons, swinging and wreaking havoc with bared fangs and claws.

Wherever it passed, the air made a sharp scream.

Qin Ye stood on tiptoe and swept back, while swinging his sword continuously. Wind and fire surrounded the sword light, and all the golden dragons that were chasing him were cut down by the blade.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was no longer in sight.

The other party appeared behind him at some point.

Qin Ye's eyes were fixed in a deep gaze. This ghostly look seemed familiar to him, as if he was seeing himself from the enemy's perspective.

Feeling the powerful palm wind coming from behind his head, the thick blood energy around Qin Ye suddenly surged like boiling magma, and in an instant formed a vortex-like scarlet barrier behind him.

Faced with this new and novel method, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were full of curiosity. He wondered how many tricks Qin Ye could come up with. However, his hands continued to move forward with unabated force. The palm wind carried a tremendous force and landed heavily on the blood barrier.

There was a muffled "puff" sound, and the blood barrier was like a quagmire hit by a ten-thousand-ton hammer, and thick blood splashed in all directions.

Although the blood-red barrier was broken, it successfully completed its mission and blocked the opponent's seemingly ordinary attack.

Under normal circumstances, one should stay away from Zhang Zhiwei as soon as possible at this time. This is also the instinctive choice of most people.

However, Qin Ye did not do so. He turned his body and slashed out with the long sword in his hand, which was wrapped in the power of wind and fire.

The old Taoist priest's life force is very strong. It is no empty talk for him to slap any alien with a slap. He is the strongest person Qin Ye has ever met. However, his life force is not weak either. With his swordsmanship, he is fully qualified to compete with the old Taoist priest.

The pure golden light could no longer block the thousand blades blessed by rune fire. It was torn apart with a "crackling" sound, and the golden flakes in the cracks fluttered as if swaying in pain.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed slightly, and in an instant, golden light flashed all around him with dazzling light. A big hand condensed on it in an instant, and slammed down heavily towards the bottom with a whistling sound.

But just when it was halfway down, countless shadows suddenly shot out from the ground and wrapped around it layer by layer. Although the shadows kept breaking because they could not withstand the powerful force, they had the advantage of being numerous, and finally they managed to capture the golden hand firmly in mid-air.

At the same time, the blood energy seemed as thick as mercury, and a ferocious beast condensed from the blood energy suddenly appeared.

The ferocious beast looked like a Taotie, about five meters long, and exuded a terrifying aura. With a deafening roar, it opened its bloody mouth, and its body suddenly stretched out, turning into a blood-colored afterimage like a curtain, and with a tremendous force, it pounced towards Zhang Zhiwei fiercely.

boom--

Accompanied by a deafening bang, the blood beast crashed into the golden light without reservation, and the thick blood energy swallowed Zhang Zhiwei in an instant.

The powerful impact force was like a planet hitting the earth. The surrounding air was like boiling magma, shaking violently. Circles of blood-red air waves visible to the naked eye spread wildly in all directions, and wherever they went, the sand and gravel were crushed into powder.

In an instant, thick bloody air filled every inch of the scene, making people feel as if their chests were blocked and they couldn't breathe.

The people watching the fight took a step back, their faces filled with shock.

If they were asked to stop the terrifying blood beast, they would be crushed into pieces like sand and stones in an instant.

No one expected that Qin Ye could fight with the old master to this extent, but he seemed to have a slight advantage.
You know, when the old Taoist priest challenged many masters from Quanxing on Xilin Grassland, no one could withstand a simple slap from him.

It is said that even Lu Jin, who went to mediate the fight, was knocked to the ground with a slap.

When I was a child, I was slapped and cried. When I was old, I was still slapped and knocked down. Let’s not talk about this.

Everyone has just witnessed Lu Jin's strength. He is definitely at the top of the world of extraordinary people. No one present dares to claim victory.

But even such a master was defeated instantly by the old Taoist priest.

However, Qin Ye, who looks less than 30 years old, can take the initiative in the battle.

What kind of monster is this?
Blessed by heaven? Son of destiny?
Who would believe me if I said I didn’t cheat?
(End of this chapter)