Yan Junqing stood there, his face calm, but with a little anger.

Let me ask, who dares to challenge two masters at the same time, not to mention that he himself is the Holy Son, an incomparable existence.

He did not use the sword, because the Sansheng Sword would not be used on such a person, and he did not even use any sword.

He has been practicing swordsmanship for decades, and he is a famous sword in his own right.

Qi Chen's first attack was not against Yan Junqing. He was not conceited, because he knew how terrifying these two people were. It would be better if he entered the Iron Bone Realm, but that was not possible now.

But Yan Junqing is very conceited. A genius like him might not bother to fight two against one.

But Monk Shi Yuan is different. He wants to capture Qi Chen as soon as possible and then deal with other matters in Buddhism.

Wind and Fire can stop Shi Wanwan and Wenren Qiuhou, so Qi Chen only has to face Monk Shi Yuan.

Heavy snow was flying, and the more intense the collision above, the stronger the wind and snow. In just a few minutes, the entire Buddhist gate was covered with a layer of white frost.

The snowflakes were no longer slow, but rapid, hitting Qi Chen's sword, but it was unable to make his sword tremble even one bit.

He knew that today's battle was very dangerous, whether it was for Mo Guantian or for him, they were only half a step away from the abyss.

Now it seems that the group of people brought by Mo Guantian have the upper hand, but this is Buddhism after all. Once their monks are allowed to reorganize the formation, many demon clans will be ruined here.

The Holy Son Temple will not fall, and Buddhism will not fall.

I don't know if it was influenced by Yan Junqing, but the Shengzi Temple is now blooming with light, making countless monks burst into tears and their fighting spirit is undiminished.

A piece of snowflake stuck to Qi Chen's face, and the cold chill made his neck feel cold. His sword passed through the layers of snowflakes, and was originally going to wipe it towards Monk Shiyuan's neck, but at this time, his wrist flicked

, extremely fast spin and slash.

A ding sound.

The sword collided with a fleshy palm, and the surrounding snowflakes scattered like fireworks. Each piece shot to the surroundings at a very fast speed, and finally penetrated the mottled wall or sank into the stones in the alley.

Qi Chen's sword was bent.

His arm shook slightly to relieve the opponent's strength.

He didn't expect that the other party's physical body was so powerful.

When he looked up again, he saw a piece of golden light. The golden light came from the bones and was extremely dazzling.

"Edict to Heaven!"

This is not a Buddhist technique, but a unique talent of Monk Shi Yuan. This talent is present when he is born, but it is not triggered until he reaches the Iron Bone Realm.

Qi Chen's arms were numb.

However, the opponent was even more horrified. Monk Shi Yuan knew very well about his own talent. With this punch, he originally thought that it would at least break Qi Chen's bones or make one of the opponent's arms lose combat effectiveness.

The sword hand is slightly unsteady.

"What a powerful body."

"This is not yet the Iron Bone Realm. Once he reaches the Iron Bone Realm, his bones will be even stronger." Yan Junqing's eyes were as bright as fire. He folded his arms and watched the battle from the sidelines.

"No wonder it can kill the Venerable's spirit. After all, the Venerable's spirit and body are very weak. If you go head-to-head, you will really suffer."

"But the more this happens, the more it makes me believe that you are a demon. I don't believe that such a barren spiritual energy before the mountain can give birth to so many geniuses."

"There is a Xie An, which is amazing." He now understood that the man who used his palm to resist his sword was the terrifying man outside the mountain.

Besides Xie An, Yan Junqing naturally heard about Bai Lu.

Five Elements Temple rarely accepts disciples. This time it is rare to accept a disciple, but it directly gave one of the places to Bai Lu, which proves how terrifying that woman is.

The world knows very little about the Five Elements Temple, and even thinks that the Desert God Clan and the Sanxian Sect are far superior to the Five Elements Temple, until the swordsman who appears in the Five Elements Temple.

The Sword Sect back then was so powerful that it was comparable to the Buddhist Taoist Sect today, but it was still almost destroyed by a single sword.

From then on, the illusory view of the Five Elements became number one.

But now, that white dew can enter the Five Elements Viewer's eyes, one can imagine how terrifying it would be.

Yan Junqing did not believe that the top geniuses of mankind outside the mountains would emerge one after another. These were not ordinary geniuses, but people who could influence the world structure in the true sense in the future.

So he would rather believe that Qi Chen is the Yaozi.

The other party was secretly trained by the demon clan. Otherwise, why would Mo Guantian know Qi Chen and personally rescue him?

The demon clan has been using the bitter flesh trick before.

He is the Holy Son, so it is his mission to kill Yao Zi, even if he just watches the other person die, after all, Monk Shi Yuan is also terrifyingly strong.

Monk Shiyuan disappeared.

In front of Qi Chen, there was a vast expanse of white.

The enemy hidden in the wind and snow makes people feel anxious.

It's just that Qi Chen doesn't have it. All his emotions add burden to himself during the battle.

Suddenly, he waved his hand and drew the sword with his left hand.

The tip of the knife cuts across the snow, bringing up a lot of flying snow, and the shadows of the Buddha appear one after another. This is a Buddhist technique.

Monk Shi Yuan was forced out of his true body, his expression serious.

At that time, several Buddhism techniques were lost, probably stolen by Mo Guantian. One of them was to open the Buddha's light with a knife.

Buddha's light borrows the sword to open the way.

The knife cuts all the way, and the Buddha's light shines all the way.

Buddhism is not pedantic. If everyone is selfless and has no desires, then everyone will be a Buddha, which is obviously impossible.

Therefore, Buddhism is not only compassionate, but also thunderous.

Monk Shiyuan was not a monk who grew up chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish. He came from Yanwu Temple and he had been fighting since he was a child.

He was angry.

The Zen staff swung suddenly and rolled up a pile of wind and snow.

Compared to Buddha, does Qi Chen understand better?

The Buddha's light dissipated, and the Buddha's shadow disappeared, but was absorbed by his moves.

Qi Chen remained calm and made a seal with one hand. Suddenly, the snowflakes scattered in the sky suddenly solidified, as hard as iron, and suddenly attacked Monk Shi Yuan. A rain symbol lit up on his palm.

It's not raining, but there are still rain characters.

The snow is as heavy as a dragon.

Everything on the ground, in the sky, and on the eaves was rolled up.

Piece after piece, layer after layer, filling the entire alley.

"Daomenyu characters!"

"It's still the Black Ice Talisman!"

When the rain freezes, it becomes snow.

Snowflakes all over the sky were hitting Monk Shiyuan intensively. He had the Heavenly Body, so he was not afraid of this kind of pain. Even if he didn't react, it wouldn't be enough to cause him serious injury.

But these snowflakes solidified, and they accumulated thicker and thicker on his body. Finally, they turned into ice sculptures, slowly accumulated, and turned into a small mountain, crowded in the alley, spreading out on both sides.

Monk Shiyuan was frozen in the center.

Monk Shiyuan's eyes can still move, but they won't be able to open for a while.

Who would have thought that Qi Chen actually has a rain symbol, and with such natural conditions of wind and snow, the power of this rain symbol is even more exaggerated.

"The time and place are favorable." Yan Junqing applauded.

The weather he was referring to was naturally snowing. This was no ordinary snow. It was the snow created by the two powerful men above. Their spiritual energy was contained in every snowflake.

The so-called geographical advantage is that this is an alley, the street is narrow, and it is also a Buddhist gate. Monk Shiyuan was unwilling to destroy the Buddhist gate, so he could not escape smoothly.

"And you, Renhe." Qi Chen said with a smile, because Yan Junqing didn't take any action. To Qi Chen, it was Renhe.

"You will soon know that I am not a good person." Yan Junqing pointed his sword like a sword, his body did not even move, he just slashed at Qi Chen.

The sword light cut through the air, causing the falling snowflakes to visibly stratify.

Today's Yan Junqing is at his most powerful, because he is almost certain that he is the Holy Son.

This is a bright world.

He is the Holy Son.

Therefore, he is the world.

Qi Chen's face was calm, and he did not flinch when faced with the sword energy coming from across the air.

He abandoned the knife and took the sword with both hands.

He slashed with his sword.

The collision of swords and swords was a heavy blow.

Blocking a sword, he took a step forward.

Then the other party downplayed it again and drew the second sword.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the flakes of snow seemed to be dyed red. This sword was like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Qi Chen slashed with his sword again, with a powerful force, like an ox plowing the field.

Yan Junqing's eyes remained motionless, as if he was teaching his disciples. From his fingers, sword energy continued to burst out.

Each sword energy has a different breath.

It seemed as if there was not one person wielding the sword, but countless people.
Chapter completed!