Astral Apostle Chapter 223: Advantages and tricks

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

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

He glanced at the crowd, focusing mainly on the people from various sects, knowing that these were the main force of the challenge, while most of the Jiang Hu people were just watching the show.

"I wonder if there is another hero who wants to teach me?"

Zhou Jing asked loudly.

At this moment, a bald old man with a recognizable Mediterranean hairstyle appeared out of the crowd. He looked like a hero at first glance.

Seeing this man, there was a commotion among the surrounding people.

"It's Mobei vulture sailing on the sand!"

"This expert was also invited?!"

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

"It's not a question of whether he's powerful or not, he's a very special kind... In short, if you go to the corner in the northwest to listen, no one knows the deeds of Senior Sha."

Zhou Jing listened for a while, and roughly understood that this person in front of him was a well-known hero in the Northwest, and he was more important than the previous dozen or so people, so he couldn't help but secretly looked at him.

Sha Xingzhou coughed, clenched his fists and said: "Xingsha Xingzhou, invited by the Xisha Sect, to come and learn from Your Excellency."

Zhou Jing frowned, but he saw something.

This person's eyes are dodging, he is quite lacking in confidence, he is strong on the outside but **** the inside, and coming out at this time is more like trying to catch a duck on the shelf.

"Okay, let's do it."

Zhou Jing smiled inwardly, his face was calm, and he pointed his gun at a slant.

The situation has come to this point, Sha Xingzhou simply put his heart on the line, decided to give it a go, put his hands in the posture of Eagle Claw Kungfu, and walked around Zhou Jing, looking for opportunities.

Looking at the tricks and temptations in the arena, the Jianghu people watching the show also lowered their voices and talked in low voices.

"Then Chen Feng picked more than a dozen people in a row, and he must have spent a lot of internal energy at this time."

"Senior Sha's martial arts are superb, so he will definitely not teach Chen Feng to win too easily."

Sha Xingzhou: "..."

That sounds really awkward!

He gritted his teeth, twisted his footsteps, and suddenly stabbed in diagonally and made a move with his hands. He grabbed out with both claws in a row, causing the wind to roar, like an eagle hitting the sky.

Zhou Jing moved sideways lightly, the white-tasseled spear in his hand moved like a spirit snake, the wooden pole shook, crackling and Sha Xingzhou fisted and palmed, and several moves passed in an instant.

After handing it over, he found that this person surnamed Sha was stronger than the previous ones, but his strength was limited, with a combat effectiveness of about 0.8 guns.

"The claw skills are not bad, but a bit slow."

Zhou Jing commented casually.

Hearing this, Sha Xingzhou was secretly annoyed, and his claws became more violent, showing his eagle claw kung fu to the fullest.

However, no matter how violently he attacked, he couldn't break through Chen Feng's airtight gun screen, and his palm would still hurt from time to time, as if he was dealing with a cactus.

"Damn it, how did this thief practice his martial arts so well that he is so superb!"

Sha Xingzhou became more and more frightened.

After ten or so moves, Zhou Jing suddenly switched from defense to offense, and flung out a spear, passing through the gap to draw sand and Xingzhou's lower body, like a boa constrictor wrapping his body, he directly swept his opponent into the sky.

The opponent's body was horizontal in mid-air, taking this opportunity, Zhou Jing slashed with his backhand, and the end of the gun hit Sha Xingzhou's waist, directly chopping him off, rolling on the ground several times.

"Wow!"

Sha Xingzhou spat out a mouthful of sour water, clutched his stomach and curled up into a ball, feeling like he was about to be beaten out.

"Ah, Master Sha has fallen!"

Everyone from the Xisha faction exclaimed in alarm and hurried forward to help them.

Zhou Jing put his gun away and stood, watching him being carried away, he grinned and said: "It seems that your foot is not stable enough, you need to practice more."

"Don't be arrogant, the ground is obviously too slippery, otherwise you wouldn't be able to easily defeat Senior Sha."

A disciple opened his mouth angrily.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole room roared with laughter.

"Hurry up, shut up..." Sha Xingzhou blushed with embarrassment, feeling ashamed to see anyone, he dragged his disciples and urgently urged: "Hurry up and help me down!"

The disciples hurriedly helped him off.

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

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

Seeing this person, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, many people from the Jianghu were in an uproar.

Compared to Sha Xingzhou just now, this one is even more heavyweight!

"It's Senior Swordsman Zhuo!"

"A peerless master like him is here!"

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

It's just that he hasn't spoken yet, some people from the opposite sect became anxious instead, surrounding Zhuo Jianchen and persuading him:

"Senior Zhuo, you are the one holding the line, why are you making the move now?"

These people's original plan was to let a group of masters fight to consume Zhou Jing, and finally let Zhuo Jianchen and other top masters fight to take advantage of it. They didn't think of doing it now.

But Zhuo Jianchen waved his hand, and said calmly: "You don't need to persuade him anymore, this man is very skilled in martial arts, the old man is very happy to see him, and I don't want to take advantage of him. My swordsmanship has reached the peak, and I must use it Only by sharpening against a valuable opponent can we make further progress, and I am planning to use him to try sword moves.”

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

Zhuo Jianchen stood in front of Zhou Jing, drew out his sword, raised his eyelids, and said slowly:

"The old man has been practicing swords for nearly a year, and he has formed his own line. He has created the unique swordsmanship of soaring to the sky. One of the unique moves 'Sword Qi Crossing the Stars' has made me a sword master. Since I practiced it, there are few opponents in the world. The sword in my hand is called Jingjue, and I have been with the old man for sixteen years. After I have mastered swordsmanship, I have not drunk human blood for nine years. Today is the day to start... Village Master Chen, are you ready? "

Zhou Jing: "..."

This old Deng blah blah, he can pretend better than him.

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

"If you want to do it, do it. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Is your mouth stronger than your swordsmanship?"

Zhou Jing snorted.

"Arrogance." Zhuo Jianchen's face darkened, his tone was unhappy.

He held the long sword in his hand, and said lightly with a dignified manner:

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

Seeing his posture, many Jianghu people were heartbroken.

"As expected of the old Juggernaut."

"This is the bearing of a superior man!"

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

Is this person pretending to be addicted?

Also asked me to do it first, as if teaching juniors.

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

Zhou Jing simply gave up thinking about it, and stepped forward to stab straight with his spear.

Seeing how confident the other party was, he put in a little more effort to test the waters.

"Well done!"

Seeing that the opponent made a move, Zhuo Jianchen shouted loudly.

With a flick of his wrist, sword shadows appeared all over the sky in an instant.

This scene was so powerful that all the onlookers were shocked.

"This is Sword Qi Crossing the Stars? In the splendor, there are murderous intentions everywhere. As expected of a sword master, every shot is a brilliant move!"

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

However, in the next second.

A little bit of cold light rushed straight into the stars with unsurpassed speed, and the next moment the brilliance of the sky was instantly broken and dissipated.

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

The simple and unpretentious thrust of a straight spear broke this amazing sword move.

Everyone was about to applaud, but their voices were suppressed in their stomachs, and their faces froze.

Zhou Jing single-handedly held the gun, and lifted Zhuo Jianchen in the air, seeing the inconceivable expression on the other side's face, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"Sword Master, that's it? I haven't used any strength yet, 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 performance before, although it was great, it didn't make him feel unattainable, and he felt that he knew it well.

In his opinion, relying on his well-professed unique moves, not to mention defeating the opponent, but there is a good chance of winning the next move and a half, so he won the bet, so he made the move with confidence.

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng's speed suddenly increased by several percent, which was unexpected. Even if one's own moves are exquisite, they are useless.

"In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. As long as the speed is fast enough, it can turn decay into magic. There are all kinds of tricks. Even the most common straight stab is an unbreakable trick."

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

Zhuo Jianchen fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding wound, but there was no look of anger, and his tone was complicated:

"What you said is returning to the basic principles of martial arts. With your speed, no matter how proficient ordinary people are in martial arts, they are not your enemy. I don't know how many masters I have fought in my life. Yours Martial arts are almost invincible in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to be called the best in the world, this time the old man lost."

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

"This old man often boasts that his swordsmanship is the best in the world. After living for these years, he knows that there are others. Today, I am ashamed to be invited by all the sects. I have no face. I will retire to the mountains and rivers in the future." For the time being, don’t bother me about Jianghu’s affairs anymore, let’s say goodbye!”

After that, he used his lightness kung fu, went straight through the crowd, ran wildly in the direction of the downhill, and slipped away.

"Hey, you can talk and run fast."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully.

Many Jianghu people looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of shock.

The old Juggernaut was beaten and retired? !

Before he left, he personally certified that Chen Feng's martial arts had reached the level of invincibility 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.

Could it be that today we can witness that Chen Feng created history and ascended to the number one throne in the world?

The crowd of onlookers was in a commotion and there were many discussions.

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

This Juggernaut can leave as soon as he goes, he insists on talking a lot of scenes, deliberately exalting Chen Feng, so as to preserve his own reputation, but instead puts them on the fire.

At this time, Zhou Jing withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at each sect, raised his chin and asked:

"Is there any master who has fought against me."

Everyone was awe-inspiring and silent.

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

The arrogance of Chen Feng has already overwhelmed the audience and calmed down everyone. Now, many of the masters who were invited to help have retreated.

He had a premonition that today's martial arts conference might fail to achieve its goal and win the bet.

Luo Zhen couldn't help but glance at the Jiang Hu people present, trying to find the dead soldiers of the imperial court who were hidden among them, but to no avail.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder from behind.

Looking back, Luo Zhen's expression changed slightly, and she became pleasantly surprised:

"Master, why are you here?"

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

The person who came was an old man with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a simple Taoist robe. Although he stood in a conspicuous position, others subconsciously ignored him, as if he did not exist.

The Nanhua sect is divided into laymen and hidden sects. The laymen are the heads and manage the affairs of the sect, while the hidden sect is where the orthodoxy lies, with the true teaching of techniques.

This old man with white hair and youthful face~IndoMTL.com~ is the member of the Yinzong of the Nanhua School, Taoist Biyun.

Hearing this, Luo Zhen's spirits immediately lifted, and her back straightened up.

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

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

——It doesn't matter how good your martial arts are, our sect has masters who practice magic!

"What is Master Uncle going to do? Do you want to compete with him?" Luo Zhen asked in a low voice.

Taoist Biyun is not in a good mood:

"I'm not good at martial arts, so I can't go up and ask for a fight? I can do a little bit of tricks off the court. This guy is just a martial artist. I'm sorry he can't resist."

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