On the snow, Qi Chen left a series of heavy footprints.

To ordinary people, this doesn't seem to be a competition of the same level at all, because Qi Chen has been suppressed. Even if he can move forward under the opponent's attack, he has to hold a thin sword with both hands.

"That's right." Yan Junqing said, "Now I understand that you are indeed capable of killing my Senior Brother Xu with one blow, but if Yao Zi is at this level, I will be really disappointed."

"Or, you haven't awakened yet. Just like I am the Holy Son, I also need to go to the Three Immortals Sect to perform the final rituals."

"Maybe Yaozi also has similar rituals, but it's a pity that you shouldn't appear here because you are going to die today."

Yan Junqing was standing on the steps of the Temple of Time, so he was overlooking Qi Chen. The sword moves were getting heavier and heavier, each one faster than the other, and there was almost no gap between the front and back.

This is an extremely terrifying sword force.

As for Qi Chen, it was as if each sword was more difficult to fight back than the other, and his waist was completely crushed, making his body even more rickety.

In the sky, the two people looked at each other.

They have not taken action, but they have taken action countless times.

The concerned abbot glanced downwards, withdrew his eyes indifferently, and looked at Mo Guantian: "Why bother? You are taking Yaozi to take risks. Yaozi has not grown up yet, and has not even entered the Iron Bone Realm. How can this be the Holy Son?

opponent."

"You said he is the Holy Son? You are not even sure, so you decided that Yan Junqing is the Holy Son. Although he is powerful, he is different from the Holy Son I imagined."

The concerned abbot smiled, but it was cold: "You didn't refute the fact that Qi Chen is a demon. It seems that you admitted it."

Mo Guantian was stunned and frowned: "You are much smarter than when you were a child, and you know how to use clichés."

"You are much stupider than when you were a child, and you have been making wrong choices." said the concerned abbot.

Mo Guantian became so angry that he almost cursed his mother, but he quickly calmed down because the other person's parents were his own parents.

"If you delay it any longer, your advantage will be gone. Buddhism is Buddhism after all, and the light in the Holy Son Temple will never be dimmed."

"Are you sure?" Mo Guantian raised his eyebrows.

What he said for sure was not referring to the Holy Son Temple, but to refute the first sentence of the abbot Caring.

The Yaozi is no match for the Holy Son.

Concerned that the abbot suddenly changed color, he couldn't help but look down.

Below, Qi Chen is only ten meters away from Yan Junqing.

There were some cracks on his skin, and it was really not easy to catch the opponent's moves with such high intensity. There were even some that he could avoid, but he didn't.

This man is terrible.

But this person is also very conceited. Even now, although the other party does not take him lightly, he does not take himself too seriously.

And to defeat such a person, there is only one blow.

A blow that is enough to shake the opponent's belief.

Yan Junqing is good at swordsmanship. He has never held a sword in his life, the only one he has held is the Sansheng Sword.

His belief in the sword is extremely strong.

Only by defeating him at his strongest point, then this gap will be like an ant nest on a thousand-mile embankment.

Therefore, Qi Chen had to take every sword strike from the opponent in order to rely on his own perception and understanding of the sword, as well as the ability of the Heaven Bearing Wheel, to decipher the opponent's sword technique.

Ten meters.

Yan Junqing looked contemptuous, and he decided not to let Qi Chen take another step forward, so this time, he drew a sword and exploded the space, shaking the world.

Qi Chen raised his sword.

The thin sword flew towards Yan Junqing's sword energy like a moth, and then landed on it.

Moths fly into the flame.

But if the moth is as tall as a mountain and the flame is just a glowing light, then the moth has extinguished the fire.

With this blow, Yan Junqing's sword energy was extinguished.

The terrifying sword suddenly exploded and broke into countless tiny fragments of sword energy, which exploded in all directions.

Not only that, Qi Chen's sword energy had not stopped yet, and the remaining energy flew into Yan Junqing's face.

He tilted his head subconsciously, and the sword energy scratched his face. Finally, it penetrated the thick temple door and fell inside, without knowing where to go.

Yan Junqing's eyes widened, not caring that the wound on his face was getting bigger and bigger and bleeding, but he stared at Qi Chen.

Even if this sword energy is not his full strength, even if this sword energy is destroyed and blocked, it should not be broken.

What is cracking?

That means the opponent has seen through your own swordsmanship.

That means that the other party's achievements in the field of kendo are higher than yours.

It's like looking into two dimensions from a three-dimensional space.

Everything is clear.

The blood was flowing down, and he was a little miserable, and his handsome face seemed to have a devil's mouth.

The saliva is blood, ferocious and terrifying.

"Not bad." He said again, but this time, he was a little more angry.

He spent his whole life practicing swordsmanship, and his whole life was just to pick up the Sansheng Sword. He didn't want his hands to be contaminated by other swords.

Now, he succeeded.

He will become the most powerful swordsman.

The Son holds a sword, which is the sword of judgment.

However, now his sword energy has been cracked.

This is not a simple sword spirit, it represents part of his understanding of the way of the sword.

Break, not destroy.

So he got angry.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he doesn't believe that the other party can break his sword energy.

He stepped forward with a step, his long hair flying, and every strand of hair was filled with sword intent. Beside him, the snowflakes were blown away, and one by one they shot out.

Wenren Qiuhou and Shi Wanwan were horrified, feeling that their skins were being touched by countless swords.

"Yan Junqing is going to take action!"

"He has not yet performed the ritual of the Holy Son, but without this ritual and without the identity of the Holy Son, he is extremely powerful."

"When it comes to swordsmanship alone, no one is his opponent."

When people in the Sword Sect practice sword practice, they will condense a sword heart in the sea of ​​energy.

The heart of the sword represents the future path.

Yan Junqing's sword heart is the heart of the sword for killing.

Killing to stop killing is the way of the sage.

His sword is a killing sword.

Underneath his seemingly plain appearance, he is actually extremely crazy.

He takes action.

The palm of his hand flew across the air lightly, there was a soft sound of wind, and then suddenly, a long sword made entirely of spiritual energy appeared in the sky above the Temple of Time.

The long sword was tens of meters long, and there were blood-red lines all over the blade.

This sword stood in the sky, and the entire Buddhist sect was aware of the sword energy it exuded.

An old beggar came nearby.

The old beggar raised his head in surprise, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Although there is killing in the sword, there is also light. Has the Holy Son really arrived?"

"Yes, this time we were able to force out a guy who was suspected of being a saint and a guy who was suspected of being a demon. For us, it is really a huge gain."

"Both sides have a 70% chance."

"Seventy percent, that's enough!"

"Whether it's the death of the Holy Son or the death of the Demon Son, it's enough to make one party furious, and the so-called balance is no longer there."

"At that time, the world will be disrupted, night will fall early, and it will end early."

The old beggar stood here. Many monks passed by him, but no one could see him.

He is a member of the Night Veil Cult.

Everything is planned by him.

He looked at this scene quietly like a god.
To be continued...