Supreme Wuzu

Chapter 274 Chapter 280: A Wonderful Battle

What shocked Lian Cheng the most was Qin Ling's palm. Qin Ling's use seemed to be a wonderful technique. After careful observation, he found that there was nothing else in Qin Ling's hand, which meant that he took the sword with his bare hands.The sword in his hand is a medium-grade magic weapon, even a piece of fine steel can be cut in an instant.But Qin Ling's palm was safe and sound, how could his physical body be so strong.Even if there is a magical technique, it is impossible to do it!
Although Qin Ling received the sword with his bare hands, it was not as easy as it looked. Qin Ling could feel the strength of the sword, and the deep scratch on his palm said it all.Qin Ling originally planned to use the Star Picking Hand, but in the end he took the sword forcefully with his bare hands. Although Qin Ling's current physical strength has surpassed the low-grade magic weapon, it is still some distance away from the middle-grade magic weapon.

"Qin Ling, you really surprised me more and more. I didn't expect your physical body to be so powerful! But I wonder how many swords you can take from me?" After saying that, Lian Cheng came in an instant, and the cold light flickered, approaching Qin Ling.

At this time, the deep scratch on Qin Ling's palm had basically healed, and a sense of war erupted from Qin Ling's body.

The two were like meteors falling at a high speed, crashing into each other, and then quickly separated.

boom!The sword energy danced wildly, and the palm strength overflowed.People around shot out to protect their whole body, so as not to be accidentally injured by sword energy and palm strength.

The two opened and closed suddenly, and within a few breaths, they had already shot dozens of times.The people below exclaimed that it was wonderful. It is rare to see a battle like this. Today, I was lucky to see that everyone was focused and seemed to have integrated into the battle between the two.

"Look, Qinling seems to be defeated." An extremely young monk shouted.

"Of course, Qin Ling is no match for our Senior Brother Lian." A Shushan disciple next to the young monk said confidently.

A powerful monk said: "Qinling has been at a disadvantage since the beginning, and it is not easy to remain undefeated. He is really a rare genius. If he is willing to worship me as a teacher, the grievances between him and Shushan , the old man took it."

Everyone followed the prestige and saw an old man with a white beard standing in the air, exuding a menacing aura around him, which made people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Who are you? How dare you speak so brazenly? Is it so easy to accept my grievances from Shushan?" A Shushan disciple shouted loudly, his expression very arrogant.

The old man didn't speak, but his frightening eyes suddenly changed, and a powerful aura shot straight into the heart of this man.

"You...you..." The Shushan disciple pointed at the old man with an extremely painful expression, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat.

"Senior, don't be angry. Please don't blame me if I offend you! Junior brother Hong, hurry up and apologize to senior!" The moment the old man appeared, Yan Dan had already noticed him. Although his breath was strong, as long as he didn't provoke this A class of people will be fine, but who would have thought that the disciples of Shushan would still offend this person.

The old man answered coldly, "Hmph! If I were young, how could I save your life! If you dare to be disrespectful to this old man, even Shushan Master Qianye Zhenyi would not dare to do this to you."

"Senior's lesson is that junior brother Hong will quickly apologize to senior." Yan Dan was shocked in his heart, this person even called the head teacher by his name, it seems that he has a lot of background.

That Shushan disciple seemed to be reluctant, "Senior Sister Yan, he... he disrespected me, Shushan... directly calling the teacher..."

Yan Dan was afraid of making the old man angry again, so he said forcefully, "Huh? This is my order!"

"Yes, Senior Sister Yan. I offended you a lot just now, senior, please forgive me!"

The old man glanced coldly, then ignored the two of them.He looked towards Qin Ling.

Lian Cheng stood four zhang away in front of Qin Ling, his self-confidence was beyond words. Although he received Qin Ling's palm, he dodged it in time, but the minor injury was not serious. "Qin Ling, what do you have to say?"

There were several sword wounds all over Qin Ling's body, and drops of blood slid down, staining his clothes red.The blood on both palms has solidified, but the shocking wound can still be seen.

"It's too early to say that."

"Since you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, then I will fulfill you!"

The breakthrough was imminent, and Qin Ling stood firm and raised his palms again.The power of the palm is huge, shaking the world, Qin Ling hit the strongest palm, the seventh form of the Sky-Shaping Palm, "Defying the Sky", when this palm is released, the situation changes suddenly, and the world is filled with a powerful aura, which makes everyone breathless. It seemed to hear the real roar from the sky, which shook my heart.

The eyes of the old man with a white beard showed disbelief, what kind of exercise is this that can cause such a big commotion, could it be an exercise handed down from ancient times, the old man thought of this possibility.In the prehistoric period, on the vast expanse of prehistoric land, thousands of races coexisted, and the strong were like clouds. The exercises practiced by each clan were extremely powerful, and the battle would cause huge fluctuations in the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth.But after the Lich War, it was very difficult to see such exercises.

Seeing Qin Ling approaching menacingly, his palms were overwhelming.Lian Cheng also circulated his whole body's mana at a very high speed, and a torrent of mana gathered in his hands, soaring into the sky with sword intent, straight up to the sky, breaking away the clouds thousands of miles high.

A familiar sword intent approached Qin Ling, this is "Tai Shang Sword Art", Qin Ling suddenly remembered that Yan Song had used this set of sword art before, which left a deep impression on Qin Ling.But now in Lian Cheng's hands, this sword art is more fierce and powerful than that day.

Qin Ling's palm technique was earth-shattering, ferocious and tyrannical.Lian Cheng's sword intent pierced the sky, with a murderous aura.The two seemed to be in the middle of each other, and everyone around them was stunned. No matter who wins or loses in this battle, the name of this battle will be passed down to the world.

Seeing that the two of them used their strongest move, the old man with white beard nodded frequently, the disciple of Shushan was indeed not weak.But when he looked at Qin Ling, he frowned slightly, shook his head secretly, secretly thinking that Qin Ling's move was really unwise.

Although Qin Ling's palm technique is formidable, Lian Cheng's sword formula is not weak, so if he fights so recklessly, he will definitely lose.The gap in realm is hard to make up. Although Qin Ling's combat power is comparable to that of the early stage of Leaving Body, it can also compete with the middle stage of Leaving Body, but that's all. .Unless Qin Ling can use the eighth form of Fantian Palm 'Fantian', there is only a slight chance.

A giant palm exuding an ancient and powerful aura slowly moved towards Liancheng.For a while, sand and rocks flew, and gusts of wind blew.

Lian Cheng's sword pointed at the sky, and his body was like an ocean of swords. The almost substantial sword intent was tumbling violently, and the sharp sword energy shot straight into the sky.Lian Cheng slowly soared into the air, and the sword turned suddenly, pointing directly at Qin Ling.

"Whoosh!"

Liancheng is like an arrow that leaves the string, and shoots towards Qinling with an irresistible force.

Everyone saw a beam of sword light that was ten feet thick, carrying a heaven-shattering sword intent and ten thousand sword qi, heading towards the ancient palm.

A hundred miles away from here, Zeng Kai and the others were searching for the trace of Qin Ling with all their strength, when suddenly a strong sword intent entered Zeng Kai and the others' hearts, what's going on?This is the breath of "Taishang Sword Art".

"Senior Brother Zeng, this is the aura of our Shushan disciples. Could it be that they discovered Qinling?"

"Junior Brother Xiang, you are right. Let's go, let's go quickly." Zeng Kai really couldn't think of anyone other than Qin Ling who would dare to fight Shushan disciples within the range of Shushan.

After a breath, the swords and palms met.

Dazzling rays of light burst out, like a golden crow, and the golden light that filled the sky was hard to see clearly.After three breaths, the light gradually weakened, and everyone saw it clearly, only to see that the huge palm had broken two fingers, and the palm was also a little faded.And the thick sword light was not as powerful as before, and the sword intent and sword energy were several points weaker than before.

The swords and palms held each other, and the ancient palms were continuously impacted by waves of shocking sword energy. Everyone could see that after each impact, the giant palms faded a little.

After five breaths, the balance was broken, the fierce sword energy pierced through the palm, the giant palm disintegrated, and quickly dissipated, a sword light nearly half a meter thick with a strong momentum, before everyone could see clearly, it had arrived In front of Qin Ling.

Everyone only knew that Qin Ling would be defeated without a doubt. Under this powerful sword energy, it was difficult to survive. Even the strong in the distracted stage did not dare to resist.

"boom……"

The violent explosion broke out again, the dust billowed, and the surrounding area was blurred, but a figure could be vaguely seen standing tall and straight like a pine.

Qin Ling should be dead!It's a pity that such a character eventually died in Shushan, and some people sighed.

Lian Cheng also believed that Qin Ling was mortal and never alive, and would never survive this trick.

The dust cleared up, and everything in the end was before everyone's eyes.

"How is it possible, why is Qin Ling not dead yet!" Someone exclaimed, unbelievable. "How did he do it?" Someone asked, but no one knew.

At the moment of the explosion, there was a strong aura fluctuation, and the thick smoke and dust blocked everyone's sight. No one knew how Qin Ling made the move.No one dared to release their spiritual sense. If they used their spiritual sense to check at this time, they would suffer serious injuries if they were not careful. A wound to the spiritual sense is not the same as a physical injury.If the spiritual consciousness is injured, the light ones will regress, and it will take several years or decades to recover. For the severe ones, the cultivation level will plummet and it is difficult to repair. It will be difficult to make any progress since then.So no one dares to try it lightly.

"Under such a powerful sword energy, ordinary people would have been turned into ashes long ago. But Qin Ling stood in front of everyone intact as if he hadn't been hurt at all." A golden core monk said.

"Fellow Daoist, you're wrong. Qin Ling was injured and it's not serious. Look carefully at his feet."

Cultivator Jindan looked at the foot of Qinling, and saw that the foot of Qinling was blood-red, and there was also blood on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone didn't know what happened, but one person knew, that was the old man with white beard standing in mid-air, he could clearly see how Qin Ling resisted the remaining sword energy.

At the moment when the sword light rushed in front of Qin Ling, a simple and heavy stone tablet suddenly blocked in front of Qin Ling, and the deafening explosion heard by everyone was the sound of the sword energy hitting the stone tablet.

The stele was torn apart and turned into dust, and thick smoke and dust filled the air.But at the moment when the stone tablet shattered, another huge stone tablet appeared, canceling out all the remaining sword power.

"Huh? It's this breath again. What kind of exercise is this? Why has the old man never seen it before?" The old man showed curiosity.

"You...you're not dead?" The appearance of Qin Ling made Lian Cheng's heart fiery, and as soon as he fell into the cold winter, the joy of victory was blown away by the bitter north wind, leaving no trace left.

(End of this chapter)