Seeing the changes in Zhou Qing's aura, Zhong Qing frowned.

Zhou Qing's temperament changed instantly, becoming ruthless and cold, making his heart tremble slightly.

If his eyes are weird, then Zhou Qing's eyes can no longer be described as weird. They are cold and ruthless, unlike human eyes.

For Zhong Qing, his martial soul is his last trump card, allowing him to see the opponent's attacks clearly, avoid dodge accurately, and attack counterattack in an instant.

But now, his strange eyes, and his cold and ruthless eyes, felt fear in his heart, as if the ability given to him by his pupil soul had encountered natural enemies and were suppressed.

"Can't you touch you?"

A cold voice came out of Zhou Qing's mouth, and then a bone-broken chill came upon Zhong Qing's body. The sword force also became sharper and ruthless, and it also had a slight destructive aura.

"The sword is like thunder."

Zhou Qing swung his sword, his body slashing towards Zhong Qing like a phantom.

Zhong Qing snorted coldly, and a strange light burst out from his pupil soul behind him. At the same time, his strange eyes also shot out a sharp light, and his body flashed gently.

The sword fell into nothing again.

"Guiyuan Sword Technique."

Zhou Qing had no expression on his face, and it could even be said to be expressionless. He was full of coldness. The sword danced out again, and the gray intention of destruction bloomed, and the coldness of death enveloped Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing's body was a little stiff. Even at the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm, facing Zhou Qing's sword of death, he actually had an illusion that he could not resist, and even could not dodge. Even though he had an unparalleled pupil soul.

The body turned into a stream of light. Although the sword of death was fast, the traces passed were particularly clear in Zhong Qing's strange gaze and could not touch him.

At this moment, Zhou Qing's eyes were staring at Zhong Qing tightly. The trajectory of Zhong Qing's body floating slowed down and expanded in his pupils, making it extremely clear.

Zhou Qing looked at Zhong Qing, just like Zhong Qing looked at his sword.

At once, the trajectory of the sword that Zhou Qing stabbed changed in the lightning. The sword edge raised, leaving a bloody mouth on his chest in Zhong Qing's unbelievable gaze.

A sword with a sword that contains the power of sword force and is very powerful. Even though Zhong Qing's true energy surrounds his body, it is still broken by the sharp sword energy, cutting off his clothes, skin, and blood.

"How is that possible?"

The scorching pain in his chest made Zhong Qing feel unreal.

He clearly saw the trajectory of Zhou Qing's sword technique, and had already avoided it, why was he still injured by a sword?

"Zhong Qing is injured!"

The crowd was also shocked.

Obviously, Zhong Qing easily dodged the two previous swords, and was able to counterattack, putting Zhou Qing in a dangerous state, but why did Zhong Qing be injured by a sword after Zhou Qing's temperament changed?

"it's over."

Zhou Qing, who had an extremely calm mind, gave a light sigh and stabbed him out with another sword.

Zhong Qing was shocked, and a whirlwind rose under his feet, and his body turned into a phantom and moved, but his movement trajectory clearly fell into Zhou Qing's eyes, and a hint of indifference appeared on the corner of Zhou Qing's mouth.

"middle."

The very calm voice, but with extremely strong confidence, made Zhong Qing's heart tremble slightly. Then, he felt the cold sword force in the world suddenly disappear and turn into nothingness in an instant.

There was no more coldness, no more sharpness, only one sword, an extremely ordinary sword stabbed towards him.

But this sword gave him the illusion that he could not dodge. Even though he clearly saw the trajectory of the sword's tip and the ordinary trajectory, it made his body cold and his hands and feet were not in control.

"it's over."

In the crowd, Lan Yu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly burst into light, and she said in her heart.

His body trembled, and Zhong Qing dodged to the right side with difficulty, but the next moment, his pupils contracted.

The sword was still in front of him, as if it had been there, and had not changed.

"How is this possible? How is it possible? How could my pupil soul misread the trajectory of the sword."

Zhong Qing's heart began to tremble. He suddenly realized that this simple and unpretentious sword was a sword returning to nature, a sword of death that killed people and killed people.

Seeing the sword getting closer, Zhong Qing wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't do it.

"Are I going to die? Impossible!"

Zhong Qing roared in his heart, and his pupil soul shot out two rays of light, falling on Zhou Qing's Three Killing Sword. Still, he felt a breath that made his soul tremble from the Three Killing Sword.

It turns out that this is not an ordinary sword, but a sword of incomprehensibleness. The sword is so thin that it is extremely fine, even more meticulous and so wonderful than the sword of incomprehensibleness that Zhou Qing had previously cast.

This is how Zhou Qing's comprehension, judgment and insight were greatly improved after he cast his dark martial soul, reaching a real state of intricacy, meticulousness and impermanence.

Time is frozen.

The crowd at the martial arts venue was stunned and their breathing stopped.

On the fighting stage, Zhou Qing's three-killing sword fell on Zhong Qing's neck. The cold touch made Zhong Qing's body stiff and his eyes tremble violently.

"You lost."

The cold voice resounded.

"You...what do you want?"

Zhong Qing lost his pride and lofty as a nobleman before. At this moment, he was like the sick man Zhou Qing said. Facing this moment, he was so weak that he was frightened and frightened.

"What do you think I should do you?" Zhou Qing's eyes recovered, but his eyes were still cold, ruthless, and his voice was cold.

"I... admit defeat." Zhong Qing spoke with difficulty, feeling in fear.

"Give up?"

Zhou Qing showed a sarcastic look and said, "You have lost, how can you admit defeat?"

"You want to kill me?"

Zhong Qing's voice suddenly became sharp and he said sternly: "I am a child of the Zhong family. You can't kill me, and you can't kill me either. I am an aristocrat!"

Hearing Zhong Qing's words, Zhou Qing's face became even more sarcastic.

Until now, Zhong Qing has never forgotten to express his aristocratic identity.

"Zhou Qing, let him go." At this time, Ji Min in the noble camp also spoke.

"Is it possible to let him go?"

Zhou Qing's eyes fell on Ji Min, and said with a sarcastic look, "If I lose, will he let me go? Since I don't, why should I let him go, because he is a noble?"

"His status is indeed higher than yours." Ji Min said without objection.

"So what? He is in my hands now, and he wants to kill and cut, I think it's just a moment." Zhou Qing said indifferently.

"Have you ever thought that you can't afford the price you did?" Ji Min said.

"I can guarantee that no matter what price I will suffer, but at least, when this price comes to me, I can let him suffer the price first." Zhou Qing glanced at Ji Min a few times, and his calm words made everyone's heart tremble.

Zhou Qing, has a tough mind, fearless and fearless.

Ji Min's expression is extremely difficult to see.

Zhou Qing's eyes turned and fell on Zhong Qing who didn't dare to move, and said coldly: "Don't you want to destroy my cultivation? Since that's the case, I'll let you know what it feels like to be destroyed by your cultivation."

After Zhou Qing finished speaking, Zhong Qing's body trembled violently.

"You dare!" Ji Min shouted, moved her body and rushed towards the fighting platform.

"ah."

A scream sounded, and Zhou Qing's three-killing sword pierced into Zhong Qing's Qi Lake.
Chapter completed!