"As expected of General Beigan Zhengxi, who defeated the Later Jin Dynasty in Jinyang, and the Consort with the Golden Sword."

Yuan Dongyuan only felt a burning sensation in his heart. Although the Tantric Mahamudra was powerful, it was not enough to compete with Guo Jing's power.

Without Xiangyang to restrain his energy, Guo Jing's martial arts progress was even better than in the original work.

At this time, Guo Jing had gradually integrated the upper and lower volumes of Jiuyin and even the general outline of Sanskrit.

Zhou Botong studied the upper and lower volumes but did not have the general outline; Hong Qigong and Master Yideng studied the general outline but did not study the upper and lower volumes; Huang Yaoshi did not want to learn the scriptures although he had the scriptures in his possession.

Apart from the founder, Huang Shang, a former scholar of the Song Dynasty, Guo Jing is the only person who has practiced Jiuyin in its entirety.

Wang Beibei also wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Although his Seven Injury Fist and Five Flooding Palms were both extremely powerful, they were still new to the cave, so they were still not enough against Guo Jing.

"It seems that I still have to take action! Jie Jie Jie!"

This laughter made the Dali Temple policeman, who was actively defending, burst into laughter.

The field staff of Dali Temple all went to the Dali Temple Criminal Law Academy for further training. They have received strict training and generally will not laugh unless they can't help it.

The person who comes is the kind of situation that makes them unable to bear it.

Wearing a gray robe, he dared not see anyone, his voice was hoarse and gloomy, he smiled "Jie Jie Jie" and kept saying "I am here".

A standard Jianghu storybook villain, you can’t go wrong!

The man in gray robe could sense that the temperament of the people present at Dali Temple had changed with the naked eye. Most of them seemed to be suppressing laughter.

Is this reasonable in such a serious situation?!

The man in gray robe looked at his clothes up and down. Well, he didn't wear his clothes inside out, and he didn't wear his middle coat outside.

But why are all the eyes of the people in Dali Temple focused on him?!

But the man in gray robe didn't think much about it, maybe this was his aura! After all, he was a master of the realm of heaven and earth!

When Wang Beibei and Yuan Dongyuan saw the gray-robed man appearing, they slowly backed away. Although they did not know the identity of the gray-robed man, they were certain that he was indeed a standard master of the heavenly realm and the earth realm.

Upon seeing this, Yao Yue suddenly stopped her hand, but she had been paddling.

With her character, it is naturally impossible for her to work for the prince. The two parties are just a cooperation, and the prince has what he wants.

The young man Zongheng fell next to Guo Jing after he was no longer restrained by Yao Yue.

The gray-robed man in front of them was not something they and their brothers could handle.

In this person, Gai Nie felt something similar to Master Guiguzi's Qi, which was as vast and unfathomable as the abyss. He must be in the realm of Dharma, Heaven and Earth.

Guo Jing's expression was solemn. He gradually mastered all his martial arts and steadily improved. If he were a master in the Dongxuan Realm, he thought he could handle it. Even if it was difficult to win, he could still remain undefeated in a short period of time. But the person who came was obviously It's not that simple.

"Let me see how much the world-famous Guo Daxia and the contemporary successor of the Zongheng Sword Sect weigh!"

Before he finished speaking, the visitor pushed out a palm with his right hand.

I saw a faint red light gleaming on the palm of this man's hand, and he blasted out with a palm, powerful and majestic, unstoppable!

However, Guo Jing also has a palm, and he has regrets when he is strong.

This is the first move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and it is also the move that Guo Jing is best at.

The essence of his palm technique is not the word "arrogant" but the word "regret". The force exerted when striking out is ten points, but the force left on one's own body is still twenty points.

When you first push, the palm force seems to be understated, but when it encounters resistance, it can add thirteen levels of staying power in an instant. One line is as strong as the other, one after another, and it is invincible. It is like an old wine, it is not spicy in the mouth, but has strong staying power.

It's extremely mellow.

Hong Guang collided with the light dragon shot by Guo Jing. There seemed to be no suspense. The light dragon was defeated and Hong Guang continued to move forward.

But just when the man in gray robe thought that Guo Jing was nothing more than that and was vulnerable to a single blow.

The light dragon that was about to be defeated suddenly exerted force, like dark waves in the sea or dark tides in the river, one after another, endless.

This is Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which combine hardness and softness and can be used as you wish.

Thirteen consecutive blows of force actually broke through the gray-robed man's bloody palm.

"Oh?! It's interesting!"

The man in gray robe obviously did not expect that his palm would be broken by Guo Jing's Dragon Subduing Palm.

Of course, Guo Jing also felt uncomfortable. The ground where he stood was already pressed five inches deep into the bluestone floor tiles by the palms of both sides, but the bluestone floor tiles did not crack.

The skill of the man in gray robe is really unbelievable.

Just as the two sides were facing each other, the young man Zongheng on the side also took action!

Gai Nie's green frost stood up in front of him, and the power of his sword continued to accumulate.

Wei Zhuang's shark-toothed sword was raised horizontally, and the sword energy surrounded his body.

The moment the gray-robed man's palm came close, the two of them struck one after the other.

The first one to attack was Wei Zhuang, which stretched across all directions with its majestic sword energy. The sword energy on the shark's teeth kept slashing at the gray-robed man's body, weakening his body-protecting power.

When Wei Zhuang's sword energy was approaching, Gai Nie, who was ready to attack, also moved, and the blue frost sword shot out like a thunderbolt.

Guigu Zongjian is the highest sword, and the flying sword is flying in a hundred steps!

Its momentum is like a comet striking the moon and a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

This sword is as good as Ye Gucheng’s flying immortal!

Gai Nie moved with the sword, and just when the green frost was about to pass over the gray-robed man's throat, the sword came out in front of the gray-robed man.

As soon as the sword in his left hand was unsheathed, a domineering and evil sword aura filled his whole body.

After Wei Zhuang's shark tooth was forged, it was called a demon sword. It was extremely murderous, but compared to the sword of the gray-robed man, it was dwarfed.

"Keng!"

Qing Shuang's indomitable sword movement was blocked.

However, the gray-robed man's hand trembled slightly, and the sword's power and intent were clearly beyond his estimation.

The real energy was shaken, and Gai Nie, whose sword power had been exhausted, was knocked away.

"Today's young people are amazing!"

Immediately, the sword in his hand made a strange sound, exuding bloodthirsty.

He is longing for blood. Compared with the blood of ordinary people, this sword prefers to drink the blood of strong martial arts masters.

He doesn't care about Guigu Zongheng, but he would still be afraid of Zhang Sanfeng. Guiguzi is not worthy!

The man in gray robe moved his sword together, and the vitality of heaven and earth immediately moved, suppressing the entire crowd.

Even Wang Beibei and Yuan Dongyuan, who were in the same lineup, felt slightly suffocated. Although there was nothing unusual about Yao Yue, a vortex of true energy appeared around her body, constantly resolving the pressure from the gray-robed man.

As for Guo Jing and the Zongheng duo who were at the center of the sword force, the pressure they were under was unimaginable.

The two of them, Zong and Heng, were so overwhelmed by such sword intent that they were almost breathless.

Youngster Zongheng's martial arts was inferior to that of Liu Wangshu back then, but the gray-robed man's martial arts was superior to that of Wu Longshou Naluo Suo Po Meni.

But even though he was in the sword's will, Guo Jing still stood in front of Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

These two young men did not deserve to die like this!

Just when the man in gray robe drew his sword, a dragon roar sounded again from Dali Temple.

Different from Guo Jing's dragon subduing palm power, this dragon's roar goes straight into people's hearts and moves them.

Accompanied by the dragon's roar was a large gray gun.

The gun and sword met, and the sword was pulled back into the hand by the man in gray robe, while the gun was inserted into the ground at an angle.

An old voice sounded.

"In the prime of life, banners support thousands of men, and brocades suddenly ride across the river.

Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain my white mustache."

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Outside the Daming Palace, the vanguard of the Si Yong Battalion that came to support collapsed at the first touch.

The predecessors of Yaowu Camp and Fenwu Camp mentioned by Yang Qingyuan were Youlongqi and Tabaiying. The power exerted by these soldiers and horses in Yang Qingyuan's hands is not simply one plus one.

Even if the main force of the Siyong Battalion is present, they may not be able to survive for a while in front of Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Guo, who was flanking Siyong Camp and Changlin Army, moved as soon as he discovered that their formations were scattered.

"The enemy's formation is in chaos, follow me to attack!"

Under Yang Qingyuan's guidance, Yang Guo's grasp of the battle situation reached a level that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Siyong Battalion originally had low morale and no fighting spirit because Yang Qingyuan personally led the troops.

At that time, the flank was attacked by Yang Guo, and they no longer had any fighting spirit, and the formation was completely collapsed.

Although the deputy commander of the Changlin Army tried to reverse the decline, it had no effect at all.

The soldiers either laid down their weapons and surrendered, or fled in all directions.

"Maogong! You send people to collect the defeated troops and maintain law and order in the divine capital!"

"yes!"

Even at this time, Yang Qingyuan did not want these defeated troops to attack and disturb the common people of the divine capital.

The homes of the powerful have guards and will not be afraid of these small groups of defeated soldiers, but the homes of ordinary people do not have this ability.

Yang Qingyuan himself led his men and troops to the imperial city of Daming Palace.
To be continued...