Chapter 339 Master Yideng

Yin Zhiping and others also felt respect for the white-browed monk at this moment.

The black-robed monk paused his palms in the air for a moment, and finally slapped out again with a whoosh. Yideng's body shook, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the white-browed monk's robe.

Seeing how he took the blows and his endurance, Yin Zhiping knew that his martial arts skills were no less than the black-robed monk's. However, if he kept taking the blows, even a body of iron and stone would eventually be destroyed.

At this time, he admired the White-browed Monk very much. Although he knew that the White-browed Monk was willing to sacrifice himself to enlighten the evildoers, he could not let him die in this way.

Yin Zhiping walked around the white-browed monk, and when the black-robed monk swung his palm again, he thrust his sword straight forward.

The long sword stirred up a strong wind, which collided with the palm wind of the black-robed monk, and both of their bodies shook slightly.

The black-robed monk exclaimed, "Eh!" He never expected that a Taoist priest in the deserted mountains would have such powerful martial arts.

The white-browed monk glanced at Yin Zhiping and was also very surprised.

The black-robed monk shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Yin Zhiping said: "Master, you are so stubborn even though you have been advised by your teacher. You shouldn't listen to your advice, but you repay your teacher with hatred and kill him. Isn't this worse than an animal?"

The black-robed monk was furious and shouted, "What does this have to do with you? If you don't leave now, you will all die!"

At this time, the white-browed monk said, "You are all high-ranking Taoists of the Quanzhen Sect, right? I am Yideng, and this is my disciple Ci'en. We are discussing Zen, which has nothing to do with others. You should leave immediately."

Yin Zhiping was shocked when he heard this and asked, "Are you Master Yideng?"

Although the white-browed monk was covered in blood, he still smiled and nodded, saying, "I am Yideng. I also had a connection with your sect's founder, Master Chongyang."

Yin Zhiping quickly lowered his sword and saluted, saying, "I am Yin Zhiping from Changchun School. I am passing by here with my disciples and would like to meet Master Yideng."

Master Yideng smiled when he heard this and said, "So you are Brother Qiu's disciple. Master Yin, I'll handle this matter myself. You should all leave quickly."

Yin Zhiping shook his head and said, "Master Yideng, I can't bear to see you like this. You will die if you continue like this."

Master Yideng was about to speak.

Yin Zhiping saw that the black-robed monk had a ferocious look on his face again, and suddenly raised his palm to chop at him. This palm was fast and fierce!
Yin Zhiping never expected that he would suddenly attack. In an instant, the palm wind reached his chest. In the crisis, he had no time to exert his strength to resist. He simply jumped backwards along the palm force. With two loud bangs, a big hole was smashed in the wall of the wooden house.

Yin Zhiping flew out of the house.

Master Yideng was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "Could this Taoist priest also die in this way? It seems that he was quite good at martial arts! Alas, why didn't I save his life in time?" He felt very upset.

Suddenly, the firewood in the inner room went dark, and a strong wind blew in from the hole in the wall. Yin Zhiping followed the wind and thrust his sword at the black-robed monk, shouting, "Okay, let's compete today."

The black-robed monk slashed diagonally with his right palm, trying to use the force of his palm to deflect the tip of his sword.

However, Yin Zhiping's swordsmanship is actually the New Quanzhen swordsmanship taught by Xin Zhen, and is based on the Essentials of the Sword Sutra. Yin Zhiping's swordsmanship is indeed one of the best in the world today.

The black-robed monk struck out with his palm, but Yin Zhiping's sword was only slightly deflected by a few inches, with the tip of the sword still pointing at his left arm.

The black-robed monk was horrified and dodged to the right, avoiding the sword, and immediately struck back with his palm. The two men each used their magical powers to fight fiercely with swords and palms.

The more Yideng watched, the more surprised he was, thinking that this Taoist priest was only in his forties, yet he could fight to a draw with Qiu Tiezhang, one of the top masters of the time!

Moreover, he had a close connection with the Quanzhen Sect and was familiar with the Quanzhen swordsmanship, but this Quanzhen swordsmanship of Taoist Yin was indeed similar, but it was much more subtle and mysterious than the original swordsmanship.

Could it be that this Taoist Master Yin has unique skills in swordsmanship and is able to innovate on the basis of Master Chongyang's skills?

When he turned around, he saw that the seven young Taoist priests with Taoist Master Yin were not at all frightened by the fierce fight between the two men. Instead, they were watching Taoist Master Yin and Qiu Qianren fighting with great interest. Some of them were even gesticulating, as if they were commenting on the swordplay. He thought to himself, "These young Taoist priests are not ordinary people."

At this time, the two men fought more and more fiercely with swords and palms. There was a bang, and a piece of the wooden board flew off. Then there was a crackling sound, and a pillar broke. The wooden house was small and not solid, and it could not accommodate the fierce fight between the two masters.

Sword blades and palm winds were everywhere, and wooden boards flew everywhere. Finally, there was a loud cracking sound, the wooden pillars broke, and the roof fell down.

The little Taoist priests flew out of the window, with a lantern protecting them from behind, and waved their sleeves to brush away a few pieces of broken wood.

The north wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily, and the two men were fighting fiercely.

Qiu Qianren had never fought so fiercely with anyone in the past twenty years. He was in high spirits, roaring and flapping his iron palms. He managed to block more than a hundred moves, but he felt that the power of the opponent's sword was getting stronger and stronger. He was old and gradually could not resist.

Yin Zhiping was also in the mood for fighting. His battle with Taoist Baisun half a year ago had greatly improved his swordsmanship.

During the past six months, I have traveled the martial arts world and learned a lot, and my understanding of the essentials of swordsmanship has become deeper and deeper.

As he practiced the Yi Jin Jing Gong Chapter more deeply, the Quan Zhen internal energy he had cultivated for many years was fully stimulated. Over the past six months, his internal energy has also improved by leaps and bounds, and he has already entered the realm of a first-class master in the world.

Therefore, facing Qiu Qianren's powerful palm force, he did not suffer any loss at all. In fact, the more he was hit, the more his internal force was stimulated. The power on his sword became stronger and stronger, and a casual swing of the sword could trigger rumbling thunder.

At this time, Yin Zhiping thrust his sword forward to stab at Qiu Qianren's chest, but seeing Qiu Qianren dodging sideways, he immediately swept his sword across, and the gust of wind blew up the white snow as he rushed forward.

Qiu Qianren's eyes were covered with snow. He reached out to wipe it away quickly, and suddenly he felt a long sword on his right shoulder. Suddenly, he felt as if a huge weight was pressing down on him. He could no longer stand and fell down.

Yin Zhiping swung his long sword across his chest. Although the sword was not sharp, the force was so great that it forced his ribs to shrink inward. He could only exhale but not inhale.

At this moment, the word "death" flashed through Qiu Qianren's mind like lightning.

After he mastered the unique skill, he roamed the world, and was the only one who killed or injured people, and rarely encountered setbacks. He was defeated by Zhou Botong and fled to the Western Regions, where he finally scared off the Old Boy with his clever tricks.

Death is so close now, more so than ever before. When I think of death, I can't help but feel great regret. I feel that my life will end from now on, and all my sins can no longer be remedied.

Master Yideng's words could not enlighten him, but Yin Zhiping's sword immediately made him think: "Being killed by others is so tragic, so if I kill people in the past, the people who are killed will also be equally tragic."

When Master Yideng saw Yin Zhiping subduing Qiu Qianren, he thought to himself, "Such a hero is rare." He walked forward and touched the sword blade with his finger. Yin Zhiping felt a heat on his left arm, and the sword was immediately swung away.

Qiu Qianren straightened his back and stood up, then fell to the ground, shouting, "Master, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)