Shen Yuanjing chased after two steps, then stopped, put his sword in his arms and stood up. He wanted to kill Qiu Qianren, although he could only take twenty or thirty moves, but it took him one or two hours to catch up.

The hall suddenly became quiet. The onlookers saw him showing great power and did not dare to speak. Only the Qi Zi of Quanzhen and Ouyang Feng's weapons were handed over and shouting.

Eight figures flew up and down, moving left and right, and sometimes several long swords stabbed Ouyang Feng's chest and back; sometimes an iron rod fell on Qiu Chuji Ma Yu and others' heads.

Ouyang Feng no longer uses those virtual moves, such as the spiritual snake fist, the spiritual snake staff technique, the toad skill, and no matter what kind of martial arts skills, he will put every move and move into reality.

It has only been more than half an hour since the start of the fight. The Qi Zi of Quanzhen’s head was full of heat, and his Taoist robe was soaked in sweat. He had already put all his strength into it. Even if he could win this time, it would take some time to recover afterwards.

Shen Yuanjing looked for a moment, drew out the heavy sword of the black iron, walked to Guo Jing, and said loudly: "The real person of Chongyang is indeed extraordinary. The depth of this Beidou formation is dependent on the principle of movement and stillness. It corresponds from beginning to end. Mr. Ouyang is afraid that it will be difficult for him to escape by the weak."

He intentionally showed his martial arts skills, and the sound made the tiles jump gently, and it rang throughout the building. Everyone could hear it clearly, and the eight people were no exception.

The seven sons of Quanzhen were both surprised and happy, and Qiu Chuji said intently: "I am not too late to see Mr. Shen's internal skills. Since he has the leisure to observe the formation, he thought he had already subdued Qiu Qianren. This is good news."

Thinking of this, he felt relieved and the sword in his hand became stable. The other six people were also thinking about it. They were sure to win, so why should they waste their internal strength?

Ouyang Feng was very scared and thought, "I have such a big name, and I am almost as good as me, but I was a waste, and I couldn't even resist this time." He was secretly hating, but suddenly remembered something, and was shocked: "No, this kid's internal strength was not so deep last time. How could he have such a leap in just one month?"

Fortunately, he has experienced many battles, and although his mind is confused, he is not negligent in his hands. He still continues his previous moves and does not become impatient because of the seven sons of Quanzhen.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter came, and then a majestic figure broke into the hall from the main entrance. The people on both sides quickly made a way out. He walked to the front and said, "This stinky toad was still severely cured by Wang Chongyang. This time, it was the third time I suffered a loss."

The one who dared to arrange Ouyang Feng like this was naturally Hong Qigong, and said, "Brother Shen really guessed it well. Someone really played the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain. While everyone gathered here, they went to the palace to steal the treasures left by Yue Wumu."

He took out a stone box from his arms, shook his hand, threw it towards Shen Yuanjing, and said strangely: "But then again, how did you know that I was in the palace?"

Shen Yuanjing took it, put it in his arms, and replied, "That day, Rong'er left, you were reluctant to let it go, and it was written on your face. After eating two dishes made by the chef of the Lu family, he sighed and said he was looking for food by himself. In addition to the palace, where is there any mandarin duck five treasures you have been thinking about?"

"Is it Ji, is Ji, or Brother Shen understands me." Hong Qigong smiled and said, "I made great efforts this time, which alarmed the entire palace. It made the soldiers and generals chased me, and the imperial chef couldn't eat it. You must let your little disciple cook a few tables of good dishes to comfort me."

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "It's easy to say, this is the matter. Let's go to Taohua Island to propose marriage. If Huang Laoxie refuses to agree, we tie Rong'er and come back and make the raw rice into a mature rice. Let's see what he has to say."

"Hahahaha." Hong Qigong laughed again, but Ouyang Feng was very upset when he heard this. He could no longer deal with the Qi Zi of Quanzhen. Adding two top masters, he decided not to escape. He could only sigh helplessly and said to himself: "I'm afraid I'm going to die here, but I don't know what happened to Ke'er."

However, all the great masters are persevering. If they think so, they will have a glimmer of hope and will not surrender. He became ruthless, his cheeks bulged and closed, his throat gushes, and his hands were even more powerful. Quanzhen Qizi felt it was difficult, so he had to raise all his energy again and slowly get rid of it.

"Ah!" Guo Jing was still missing his vision, but he could not stand the seventh son of Quanzhen. He said anxiously: "Master, Qi Gong, don't talk anymore, look over there."

The two looked at each other, and Hong Qigong cursed: "Silly boy, why are you worried about it? Wang Chongyang's unique skills are not so easy to break. It will take half an hour before the two sides can decide the winner." The implication is that they will take action until then.

If all the masters of their level hold their own identities and are unwilling to besiege others unless they have no choice. If the seventh son of Quanzhen cannot resist and seek help, it would be a different matter.

Guo Jing looked at Shen Yuanjing and saw him nodding, he let go of his worries. Zhu Cong suddenly asked, "Shen Daxia, is this Beidou formation really so powerful, can it surpass such a top master as Ouyang Feng?"

Shen Yuanjing said: "It is not necessarily true that they can win if they say it, but no matter whether it is East Evil, West Evil, South Emperor and North Beggar, they will easily escape when they enter the formation. It's just that the time is long, and at the worst, both sides will suffer losses."

The monsters next to them were thinking, if they could learn this formation and the seven monsters gathered together, why would they not even be able to defeat any copper corpse or iron corpse? Even so, Zhang Asheng was a little sad for a moment.

But Guo Jing thought of another layer and asked, "Master, why do you say that time is long and short?"

Shen Yuanjing glanced at him with appreciation and said, "Your father-in-law is proficient in Qimen Bagua, his body is light, his tricks are mixed and wonderful. It is not unusual to drag for a few hours, and his chances of winning are also the highest. The leader of the Hong Gang is strong in his mastery. The seven sons of Quanzhen cannot fight each other head-on, so he must use static to control his movements. But the leader of the Hong Gang naturally refused to delay until the end and lost his spirit. When he fights, he will use his ultimate moves to be used to make a decision. It is hard to say whoever loses and wins.

As for this old poison, although his martial arts are not inferior to Huang Laoxie and Hong Gang Leader, there are not so many miscellaneous studies that can protect himself, and there are no sharp means to break the deadlock with one blow, and there will be no doubt that he will lose."

Guo Jing nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and suddenly asked, "Where is the Southern Emperor?" Shen Yuanjing said, "He became a monk and could not fight."

"Ah?" Hong Qigong was also surprised and said, "I haven't heard from him for many years. Did he become a monk?" The Emperor Duan of Dali often acted as a monk, and it was not surprising that Emperor Nan became a monk. He became interested and asked Shen Yuanjing, "What if you fall into the formation?"

This is what the people around him want to ask but dare not ask, and they all pricked up their ears, and only heard him say confidently: "In half an hour, I will live and die."

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "I've been making trouble for a long time, it turns out that you are the most powerful." Seeing that he looked calm, he felt a little nervous and said, "Yes, this kid's injury has not healed, and he can compete with the old poisonous substance and Huang Laoxie. His methods are naturally superb. Even Wang Chongyang is definitely not able to defeat him at this age. Just recover a little more than one or two. What's so strange about being better than Quanzhen Qizi?"
Chapter completed!