In the Heavens

In the blink of an eye, the six of them had already fought together. For a while, the sword light flickered, and the palm wind filled the sky. Coupled with the howling wind of claws, the scene was so wonderful that it only dazzled people.

As expected of being the leader of the Five Sacred Sacred Sacred Sacred Mountains, he had the fierce Zixia sword energy when he made a move, and he had the upper hand to stop the two of them alone.

It's a pity that Ning Qingyu couldn't be complacent. Gaining the upper hand doesn't mean that he can win immediately, and the two Huashan elders who restrained another old monk are now in danger.

According to the situation on the field, I am afraid that the two will lose after less than two hundred moves. Without two helpers to check in, he has no chance of winning with one against three.

Now Ning Qingyu already has some regrets. If I knew it would be like this, I shouldn't have had a chance to negotiate with Shaolin at the beginning. If this battle was put before Feng Qingyang left, the situation would be very different.

It's a pity that any medicine may exist in this world, but there is no medicine for regret. Glancing at the battlefield, Ning Qingyu shook his heart, jumped in the air and shouted: "Look at my hidden weapon."

A few taels of deformed pieces of silver jumped out of the sleeves, and the silver light shone under the sunlight, like some great hidden weapon, which scared the two old monks to dodge in a hurry.

At this moment, Ning Qingyu had already left, heading straight to another battlefield.

The two old monks realized that they had been tricked, and it was too late to react.

Without waiting for any hesitation, the two old Jianghu immediately chose to encircle Wei and save Zhao, and attacked the other two elders of the Huashan School.

Worried about the safety of the two senior brothers, he hesitated for a moment, and Ning Qingyu's sword slowed down a bit.

After this hesitation, Ben Yin, who was reacted, seized the opportunity and used his eagle grasping skill with all his strength to forcibly break the sharp sword inserted into his body.

Without a sword in his hand, Ning Qingyu is also one of the best masters in the world. If he continued to attack and make up for it with a palm, the already seriously injured would definitely die.

After a moment of hesitation, the palm still did not fall. As the head of the Huashan School, Ning Qingyu must take the overall situation into consideration. Killing Ben Yin now would completely turn his back on Shaolin Temple.

It is one thing to verbally threaten and clamor, but the Huashan faction is not ready to fight Shaolin Temple to the death. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Ning Qingyu would not take that step.

Perhaps it was because of the tacit understanding between the big forces, or because they all had scruples, Ning Qingyu did not attack the cause, and the other two old monks also only injured two Huashan elders.

The chilling atmosphere seems to have eased a bit, but the outcome still has to be decided. Without extra words, the three fought together again.

Without the sword in his hand, it still affected Ning Qingyu's strength. That's the trace of the master's fight. Ning Qingyu, who originally had the upper hand against the two, is now suppressed.

Compared to just now, Ning Qingyu, who was at a disadvantage, did not panic anymore. The Huashan Palm Technique, which doesn't have much sense of existence in Jianghu, has also become superb in his hands at this moment.

Although it is not as strong as Shaolin's powerful vajra palm, it is superior in elegance and agility, and is not weaker than any top skills at all. It just confirms the sentence: there are no useless martial arts, only useless people.

Comprehending Ning Qingyu's true intentions, the brows of the two old monks frowned even tighter. The head of Huashan in front of them is not only strong in martial arts, but also good in calculations. He is indeed the greatest enemy they have encountered in their lives.

According to this consumption, I'm afraid they will lie down before the winner is decided.

The two of them made eye contact, and their expressions suddenly became solemn, as if they had made a great decision.

In an instant, there was only a violent shout, as if a thunderclap sounded from the nine heavens, Benchen pushed the powerful vajra palm to the extreme, and the castration was like a strong wind and lightning, like a flying dragon hiding in the sky.

Almost at the same time, Ben Wu's Duo Luoyezhi also opened fire. The fingering all over the sky has an inexplicable suction. Anyone who is placed in front of him seems to be facing a huge whirlpool, and there are straight and straight in the horizontal.

"Is this still fingering?"

Ning Qingyu asked himself.

Don't say it's dodging. When ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, it is very difficult to even make a hard connection.

Ning Qingyu is not an ordinary person, but he also can't hide from it, so he can only bite the bullet and take it hard.

Zixia's magic power, which was fully activated, met the two old monks who were fully fired, and only heard a loud "boom", and the three of them flew out like sandbags.

"Master!"

The two elders of Huashan who were healing their wounds exclaimed in unison. Because they were out of breath, there was a streak of blood at the corners of their mouths.

At the moment, he didn't care about his own injury, and hurried forward to help Ning Qingyu who was on the ground, and also absorbed a little internal force along the way.

The two old monks who were victors were also having a hard time. The cold sweat on their foreheads, the blood at the corners of their mouths, and their trembling bodies all indicated that they were seriously injured.

The two sides had a very tacit understanding, and they ignored each other, but silently healed each other.

After about a stick of incense, Ning Qingyu woke up and said slowly: "Don't worry, I won't die yet."

"The three masters are highly skilled in martial arts... This time, my Huashan faction admits to failure. It's just that Ning, who has so much virtue and ability, let the two masters not hesitate..."

Benchen, who has stabilized his injury a little, has regained his former composure at this moment: "Benefactor Ning is too modest, looking at the entire martial arts world, there is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Benefactor Ning.

As long as Master Ning can swear, the Huashan faction will never peep at Luoyang and Bashu. Let's let go of today's matter. I don't know what to do next? "

Hearing this result, Ning Qingyu was not surprised. Jianghu is the world of the strong, and failure has to pay a price.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Huashan sect still had the power to make Shaolin fearful, the three of them would have died in the "demon sect attack" right now, and they wouldn't even have the qualifications to talk.

"It's come to this point, how can Ning be a person who doesn't know good and evil. I agree to the master's conditions, but Ning can only guarantee that the Huashan faction will not spy on Luoyang and Bashu for the rest of his life.

As for the children of the next generation, Ning is gone, and my promise as the failed leader is not binding. "

Admit cowardly and admit cowardly. In order to survive, Ning Qingyu still couldn't do it by cutting off the Huashan faction's development path.

As for the lifetime promise, it was purely out of necessity. Anyway, the Huashan faction suffered this failure, and it will not be slowed down in ten or eight years.

With his own injuries, it is unknown whether he can live for ten or eight years. When the door regrouped again, he almost received the boxed lunch, which was not considered a breach of the oath.

After pondering for a while, Ben Chen nodded: "Okay, the poor monk agreed on behalf of Shaolin Temple. As long as you can't send out Guanzhong from Huashan, my Shaolin Temple will no longer pursue the matter of Luoyang."

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After watching the three Huashan faction leave, Ben Yin said reluctantly: "Brother, isn't this too cheap..."