Buzz!!

The thick chains connected to the square stone pillars were all shaking and shaking.

In this competition scene, Ji Qiu just flicked his sleeves and robe, and the surging spiritual power belonging to the Qi Condensation Stage surged out.

Although a master who has practiced Zhenqi for decades in the ordinary realm and finally reached the innate realm of martial arts is comparable to a practitioner who condenses Qi in the middle stage of Qi refining, the quality between spiritual energy and Zhenqi is one in the sky and one on the ground.

Even the most pure Qi is extremely turbid in front of the purest spiritual energy known as the origin of heaven and earth and all things in the world.

Ji Qiu used the method of converting spiritual power into qi and directly used his invisible big hand to block Yan Heng's sharp sword move in mid-air.

At the same time, he also successfully penetrated his spiritual energy into the ancient sword held by Yan Heng in the form of brand marks.

It has to be said that this sword is sharp, coupled with Yan Heng's decades of true energy, if he really faced the enemy head-on, Ji Qiu would have a hard time defeating him unless he used the Wenxian sword and the six methods of refining energy.

And all of this relies on the ancient sword in his hand.

If you want to win this competition, you must naturally solve the problem from its root cause.

Right now, this spiritual sword has never recognized its owner and has not been imprinted by any cultivator. This is the best opportunity.

In mid-air, the airflow gradually spreads.

Yan Heng holds the ancient sword in his hand, and dozens of variations of the Taiyue Chaotian Sword Technique are frequently displayed in his hands.

The flowing clouds come out of Xiu, the wind blows and the leaves fall, the clouds turn over, and the strong men open the mountains...

Some sword moves were fierce, swift, or strange, switching back and forth in his hands. For a while, he was fighting back and forth with the spiritual power hand seals that Ji Qiu kept blasting.

Bringing the situation back into control undoubtedly gave him great confidence.

"Monk, your moves are nothing more than that!"

"What if you become a genius again? Today you will lose all your martial arts skills!"

Seeing Yan Heng, who was so angry and unhappy, waving his long sword in mid-air and breaking away three thirds of his spiritual power, an inexplicable smile gradually appeared on Ji Qiu's lips:

"Calculate the time, it's almost time."

"Master Yan, it's time for the farce to end. Let's sober up."

After the words fell, Ji Qiu didn't give Yan Heng, who was fighting more and more fiercely in front of him, time to react. He pulled his arm back, raised his fingers into claws, and just shouted softly: "Sword coming!"

Then, the billowing spiritual energy wrapped around the ancient sword in Yan Heng's hand, and flew uncontrollably towards his palm with a 'swish' sound.

Everything happens only in the blink of an eye.

When the eyes of many experts watching the battle were blurred, they saw that the originally evenly matched battle had undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.

Yan Heng's ancient sword was taken away!

"How can it be?!"

Seeing the ancient sword in his hand come out of his hand, Yan Heng was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He had just exerted his lifelong skills, holding the long sword very smoothly, and felt that victory was right in front of him, but who knew that the monk just waved his hand, and his ancient sword seemed to be out of control, and with a 'swish', it came away

Take control of his true energy.

"What exactly did you do?"

"In a serious martial arts competition, seizing someone else's sword would be a bit too much to win without using force!"

Kick, kick, kick!

Yan Heng took several steps back in succession. At this time, Yan Heng had no fighting spirit in his heart.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Ji Qiu, who was standing in front of him holding a sword. The resentment and anger in his heart rushed into his heart, but he couldn't vent it out.

It's so frustrating.

It seemed that with persistent efforts, he would be able to break the monk's energy and be about to win, but at the last moment, the sword in his hand was actually taken away by his method.

Half of his bravery just now was due to the power of weapons. Now that the ancient sword has been taken away and his strength has been greatly reduced, there is no doubt about victory or defeat.

Therefore, Yan Heng, who was already panicking, naturally had no choice but to take the lead in speaking out. Otherwise, waiting for his fate, he might be just like what the monk said.

Spending half his life practicing and dying alone on the top of a cold mountain is not something Yan Heng can accept. If he really ends up like this, it would be better to kill himself on the spot!

"Take someone else's sword?"

"Master Yan may not know that this sword is a spiritual sword. You don't even know how to make it recognize its owner. You can only rely on the sharpness of the weapon to exert one-tenth of its power. You are not the master of this sword.

"

"Let's ask the young monk to teach you how to use this sword to perform sword moves."

Holding the spiritual sword in his hand, Ji Qiu poured spiritual energy into it, and vaguely felt that the sword was cheering for joy. On the blade like autumn frost, the word "Qinghong" that was not originally revealed appeared authentic.

The name of the sword is Qinghong.

This is something Yan Heng has been studying for a lifetime and has been unable to inspire.

Ji Qiu closed his eyes slightly, grasped the hilt of the Qinghong Sword, and imagined in his mind the figure sitting alone on the snowy mountain, then slashing the sword towards the sky, slashing out a huge snow dragon, giving a soft drink, twisting his waist,

As he waved his arms, they opened up a huge arc.

The next moment, spiritual energy gathered on the sword blade, bringing out a sword rainbow light that was more than ten feet long. The cold light flashed, as fast as a meteor, and directly hit Yan Heng's chest, taking his body with it.

, like a kite with its string broken, it hit the huge stone pillar to the north!

Bang!

The stone pillar, which was several feet high, was directly cut off from the middle under the huge impact. The flying rocks collapsed, and the boulder broke up and down. It hit the ground with a 'bang', making a huge noise and causing a wave of noise.

Dust and smoke billowed.

As for Yan Heng, who was covered in it, the blood spat out of his mouth and filled with wounds flowed all over the floor. He didn't even utter a scream and fell unconscious on the spot.

At this point, this fight was completely over.

Ji Qiu, complete victory!

Seeing that one of the four stone pillars collapsed completely, with the chains hanging down to the ground, many experts fell silent for a while.

"Really... a hero comes from a boy!"

"The power of the little master today is no less powerful than that of the founder of Xuankong Temple, Fayuan, who was invincible two hundred years ago and suppressed the world for a generation!"

"What a wonderful showdown, really amazing."

After a long time, the purple-shirted guest from the Haiqiong Gang burst into laughter, took a step forward and kept applauding. With a mixture of fear and admiration in his eyes, he spoke highly of Ji Qiu.

As soon as this statement came out, others naturally agreed.

joke!

Relying on the skill of the monk in front of me, except for the top three masters, such as the ancestor of the Imperial City, the master of the Dragon Subduing, or the leader of the Demon Sect of the Ming Sect who came in person, who else can be defeated?!

Leaving aside those three people, this boy is the well-deserved leader of the martial arts world, number one in the world, enough to be considered one of the Four Greatest Players along with the above three people, and powerful in the world.

Moreover, this little monk has an unparalleled advantage, that is, he is young, much younger than the three of them!

After many years, his achievements will definitely surpass those of the other three and reach a higher level, there is no doubt about this.

This alone is enough to make the experts here respect him.

After a duel, Ji Qiu completely defeated Yan Heng, and the three heroes of Baili Yueshan and Taiyue were ruined.

However, when things have reached this point, they have not yet settled.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, dozens of signal smokes exploded one after another on Yue Mountain.

Then some masters looked suspicious, walked to the top of the mountain and looked down, only to see the mountain gate of the Yueshan Sect below. At this time, there was chaos, and bursts of bloody gas were rising into the sky.

In front of the stairs leading to the top of the mountain, there was an elder covered in blood and holding a weapon, rushing towards the top of the mountain.

As soon as he crossed the thousands of steps, he fell directly to the ground due to excessive injuries. He spat out blood from his mouth and said weakly:

"There are demons... thieves from the Demon Sect's Daming Sect, coming up the mountain!"

"The thieves are powerful. It is suspected that the guardians on the left and right are here. There are so many followers in the sect. Please make a decision... quickly, masters!"

After saying that, he fell to the ground with a thump and fell unconscious, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Chapter completed!