Astral Apostle

"Assignment."

Zhou Jing shook his head and looked away from the defeated Jianghu master.

After defeating more than a dozen opponents in a row, his waist is no longer sore, and his breath is no longer out of breath. He feels more energetic than before.

He glanced at everyone, his eyes mainly focused on the people of various sects, knowing that these were the main forces of the challenge, and most of the Jianghu people were just watching the show.

"I don't know which hero wants to come to enlighten me?"

Zhou Jing asked loudly.

At this moment, a bald old man appeared more and more, and the Mediterranean hairstyle was quite recognizable. At first glance, he was a hero.

Seeing this person, there was a commotion in the surrounding rivers and lakes.

"It's the Mobei Condor Sand Boat!"

"This expert was also invited to move?!"

"Is he very powerful?" Some Jianghu people in the south asked curiously.

"It's not a question of whether he's serious or not. He's a very special kind of person... In short, if you go to the northwest to listen to it, no one will know about Senior Sha's deeds."

Zhou Jing listened, and roughly understood that the man in front of him was a well-known hero in the northwest, and he had more weight than the dozen or so people before, so he couldn't help looking at it secretly.

Sha Xingzhou coughed and clenched his fists and said: "Xiasha Xingzhou, invited by the Xisha faction, come to experience your great tricks."

Zhou Jing raised his brows, but he could see a clue.

This man's eyes are dodging, he is quite lacking in confidence, and he is strong on the outside and hard at the same time. Coming out at this time is more like chasing ducks on the shelves.

"Okay, let's do it then."

Zhou Jing smirked inwardly, with Gu Jing Bubo on his face, raising his spear and pointing at it.

The situation has already settled here, Sha Xingzhou simply turned his heart and decided to let it go, put his hands in the posture of eagle claw, and walked around Zhou Jing in circles, looking for opportunities.

Looking at the tricks and tests in the field, the Jianghu people who were watching the play also lowered their voices and talked in a low voice.

"Then Chen Feng picked more than a dozen people in a row. At this time, the internal force must be spent a lot."

"Senior Sha's martial arts are superb,

Certainly will not teach that Chen Fengsheng too easily. "

Sha Xingzhou: "..."

Sounds so awkward!

As soon as he gritted his teeth and twisted his footsteps, he suddenly stabbed into the hand and handed a move, and his claws were drawn out in a series, causing the wind to roar, like an eagle hitting the sky.

Zhou Jing deftly turned sideways to avoid it, the Baiying spear in his hand moved like a snake, the wooden pole shook, and slapped with Sha Xingzhou's fist.

When he got to grips with him, he found that the surnamed Sha was stronger than the previous ones, but he was also limited in strength, with about a combat power of 0.8 guns.

"The claw is not bad, but it's a little slow."

Zhou Jing commented casually.

Hearing this, Sha Xingzhou was secretly annoyed, his claws became more violent, and he gave full play to his eagle claws.

However, no matter how frantically he attacked, he couldn't break through Chen Feng's airtight spear screen, and his palms would still hurt from time to time, feeling like he was dealing with a cactus.

"Damn, how did this thief practice martial arts, and he is so amazing!"

Sha Xingzhou became more and more frightened.

After about ten moves, Zhou Jing suddenly turned from defense to attack. He threw out a spear, passed through the gap and hit the bottom plate of the sand boat, as if a python was entangled in it, and swept his opponent straight into the sky.

The opponent's body was hit horizontally in the air. Taking this opportunity, Zhou Jing slashed down with a backhand shot, the tail of the spear hit Sha Xingzhou's waist and abdomen, slashed him straight, and rolled on the ground several times.

"Wow!"

Sha Xingzhou spit out a mouthful of sour water, covered his stomach and shrunk into a ball, feeling that Ren Huang was about to be beaten out.

"Ah, Master Sha has fallen!"

The Xisha faction exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Zhou Jing stood with his gun closed, watched him being carried away, and grinned: "It seems that you are not stable enough in the next plate, you need to practice more."

"Don't be arrogant, obviously the ground is too slippery, otherwise you can easily beat Senior Sha."

Some disciples spoke in disgust.

As soon as the voice fell, the hall burst into laughter.

"Quick, shut up..." Sha Xingzhou blushed with embarrassment, only to feel that he had lost his face, and hurriedly urged his disciple, "Hurry up and help me down!"

The disciples hurriedly supported him.

At this time, an old man with white hair and long beard walked slowly into the arena and said lightly:

"Your marksmanship is extraordinary, do you have the courage to see this old man's swordsmanship?"

Seeing this person, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, many Jianghu people were in an uproar.

Compared with the sand boat just now, this one is even more heavyweight!

"It's Senior Sword Saint Zhuo!"

"A peerless master like him is here too!"

Zhou Jing poked out his ears, only to feel that the movement seemed familiar, as if he had only heard it a few minutes ago.

It's just that he hasn't spoken yet, but some people in the sect on the opposite side are anxious, surrounding Zhuo Jianchen and persuading:

"Senior Zhuo, you are the one who leads the battle, why do you take action now?"

The original plan of these people was to let Zhou Jing be consumed by a bunch of masters in the wheel battle, and finally let Zhuo Jianchen and other top masters play to take advantage of it.

However, Zhuo Jianchen waved his hand and said calmly: "You don't need to persuade you any more, this man is extremely skilled in martial arts, and this old man is happy to see that he is not willing to take advantage of him. My swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation, and I must use a valuable opponent. Come to sharpen it, you can go further, and I want to use him to try sword tricks."

Hearing this, the sects had no choice but to stop persuading them.

Zhuo Jianchen came to Zhou Jing and stood still, pulled out his sword, raised his eyelids, and said slowly:

"The old man has practiced swords for nearly a period of time, and he has formed his own line. He has created a unique technique of rushing to the sky. One of the unique tricks, 'Sword Qi Crossing the Stars', has made me the name of the sword saint. Since I practiced, there are few opponents in the world. His name is Jing Jue, he has been with this old man for sixteen years, and he has not drunk blood for nine years since he mastered his swordsmanship.

Zhou Jing: "..."

This old Dengpapa is endless, and he can do it better than him.

The appearance is quite good, maybe this is the packaging.

"If you want to do it, do it. Why do you do so much nonsense? Is your mouth more powerful than your swordsmanship?"

Zhou Jing snorted.

"Arrogant." Zhuo Jianchen's face sank and his tone was unpleasant.

He casually held the long sword in his hand, and said indifferently:

"You are a junior, the old man will not take advantage of you, and let you take the shot first."

Seeing his attitude, many Jianghu people were immediately heartbroken.

"As expected of an old swordsman."

"This is the demeanor of an expert!"

Seeing this, Zhou Jing's eyes became more and more strange.

Is this guy addicted?

He also asked me to do it first, as if I was instructing the younger generation.

Is this old man underestimating the enemy, or is he really so confident?

Zhou Jing simply thought about it, and stepped forward to stab him.

Seeing that the other party was so confident, he added a little strength and tried the water.

"Good come!"

Seeing the opponent's move, Zhuo Jianchen shouted.

With a flick of his wrist, he instantly pierced the sword shadow in the sky, and the brilliance on the sword flowed, as if the stars were spreading out in the blink of an eye.

This scene was huge, and all the people watching the rivers and lakes were shocked.

"This is Jian Qi crossing Xinghan? In the splendor, there are murderous intentions everywhere, worthy of being a swordsman, and a shot is a great trick!"

Luo Zhen's eyes lit up and praised in her heart.

However, in the next second.

A little cold light was extremely swift, rushing straight into the star bucket, and the next moment, the brilliance of the sky was broken and dissipated.

I saw the tip of the spear penetrated Zhuo Jianchen's shoulder, picking him up in the air, blood dripping down along the long sword in his hand.

An unpretentious straight stab with a spear broke this astonishing sword move.

Everyone was about to applaud, but their voices were suddenly choked back into their stomachs, and their faces froze.

Zhou Jing held a gun in one hand and picked Zhuo Jianchen in the air. Looking at the other party's incredible expression, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"Juggernaut, that's all? I haven't tried my best, and you've been hit."

"You, you are so fast?!"

Zhuo Jianchen's eyes widened, his face full of horror.

He had just watched Zhou Jing's previous performance. Although it was amazing, it had not yet made him feel unattainable, and he knew what he knew.

In his opinion, relying on his own unique tricks, not to mention defeating opponents, but winning the next half of the trick has a good chance, so he won the bet, so he shot confidently.

Unexpectedly, this Chen Feng's speed suddenly increased by several percent, which was unexpected. No matter how subtle his own moves are, they are useless.

"The world's martial arts is only fast but not broken. As long as the speed is fast enough, it can turn corruption into magic. All the tricks are everywhere, even the most common straight stabbing is a unique trick that cannot be cracked."

Zhou Jing responded casually, and then pulled out his gun with a puff.

Zhuo Jianchen fell to the ground, clutching the bleeding wound, but he did not look angry, his tone was complicated:

"What you said is the principle of returning to the basics of martial arts. With your speed, no matter how proficient ordinary people are in martial arts, they are not your enemies. This old man has played against many masters in his life, and your martial arts are close to Invincible in the world, it is not an exaggeration to be called the number one in the world, this time it was the old man who lost."

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Jianchen looked around at the people around him, and said with a miserable smile:

"This old man often claims to be the best swordsman in the world, and he has lived these years before he realizes that there are people outside. Today, he is defeated, and he is ashamed to be invited by the major sects. The old man has no face, and in the future, he should retire between the mountains and rivers, and he will not Let's ask about the rivers and lakes again, and say goodbye!"

After all, he used his light work, went straight through the crowd, ran wildly in the direction of the downhill, and slipped straight away.

"Hey, I can really talk and run fast."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully.

Many Jianghu people looked at each other in dismay, and their faces were shocked.

Senior Juggernaut, was directly beaten and retired? !

And before he left, he personally certified that Chen Feng's martial arts had reached an invincible level in the world.

From ancient times to the present, there has not been any master of the rivers and lakes who has truly won this honor, and even if there are similar self-proclaimed people, they will not be able to convince the public.

Could it be that today we can witness this Chen Feng create history and ascend to the throne of the world's number one?

The onlookers were in a commotion, and there was a lot of discussion.

On the other side, the faces of the major factions were ugly, and they only felt that their faces were hot.

This Juggernaut just leave, he has to say a lot of scenes, deliberately elevate that Chen Feng, so as to preserve his own reputation, but in turn put them on fire.

At this time, Zhou Jing retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the various sects, raised his chin and asked:

"Is there any master who has played against me?"

Everyone was stunned and silent.

Luo Zhen gritted her teeth secretly, annoyed in her heart.

Chen Feng's arrogance has already overwhelmed the audience and stunned everyone. Now, many of the masters who have been invited to help with boxing have retreated.

He had a hunch that today's martial arts conference might not be able to achieve its goal and won't be able to win the bet.

Luo Zhen couldn't help but glanced at the people present, trying to find the court corpse hidden among them, but to no avail.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

Luo Zhen looked back, her expression changed slightly, and she became surprised:

"Master, why are you here?"

"Hmph, if I don't come, who will clean up the mess you caused?"

The visitor was an old man with a childish face, wearing a simple Taoist robe. Although he was standing in a conspicuous position, others subconsciously ignored him, as if he did not exist.

The Nanhua faction is divided into the lay school and the hermit school. The lay school serves as the head and manages the affairs of the school.

This old man with a childlike appearance was a member of the Yinzong of the Nanhua School, Daoist Biyun.

Hearing this, Luo Zhen immediately regained her spirits and her back straightened.

Although he is the head of the clan, he has no right to order Yinzong, but everyone is from the same clan, and their interests are tied together. Yinzong is willing to help at this moment.

With this kind of strong aid, Luo Zhen's confidence was immediately restored, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.

——No matter how good your martial arts are, our sect has masters who practice magic!

"What is the uncle going to do? Do you have to end up fighting with him?" Luo Zhen asked in a low voice.

Daoist Biyun said angrily:

"I'm not good at martial arts, so I can't get a fight when I go up there? I can do a little trick off the court. This guy is a mere martial artist. Forgive him, he can't resist." 17393/10547250