Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, the space was silent.

Zhou Qing, who was at the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm, wiped out the black old man who was at the eighth level of the Lingwu Realm.

The scene in front of us made the crowd feel like they were in a dream.

Even if the martial arts cultivation is a small level, its strength is different. People who can challenge more than one level are all geniuses.

Zhou Qing is three small-level difference between Black Old and Black Old, and the strength gap is too big and it is vulnerable at all. Moreover, judging from his previous performance, Zhou Qing is indeed not a match for Black Old.

But the result shocked everyone.

Finally, Zhou Qing's body turned into black fog. The strange sword, a sword deeply imprinted in the minds of the crowd, killed the black old man who seemed impossible to be killed.

Not to mention that the crowd was a little unbelievable, I'm afraid even the Hei Lao himself would not have thought that such a result would be before he died.

"Tough willpower, weird sword, who is he?"

The crowd trembled and his eyes fell on Zhou Qing. He wanted to know who the young man who killed the black old man was?

"Ahem."

The sound of coughing broke the silence of the space, and blood kept oozing out of the corners of Zhou Qing's mouth.

Although he killed the Hei Lao, he paid a considerable price. He took out a bottle of healing pills and threw two into his mouth. The cool air flowed through his body in an instant. Only then did Zhou Qing feel much better.

A cold gaze fell on Zhao Lieyang who was already on the spot.

At this moment, Zhao Lieyang no longer had arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance. Shock, fear, and fear appeared on his face.

When the chill released from Zhou Qing's body came back to him, he finally came back from the shock, raised his eyes, and trembled at Zhou Qing's eyes last year.

Hei Lao, dead.

Who can save him?

Zhou Qing picked up the three-killing sword, held it in his hand, and stepped forward, and rushed out with a violent aura, bombarding Zhao Lieyang, causing his body to retreat continuously.

"Don't kill me." Zhao Lieyang begs for mercy, "I am the young master of the Yang family, you can't kill me."

"I won't kill you, I will just kill you."

As I stepped forward, a cold light flashed in the space.

"ah."

A scream sounded, Zhao Lieyang's face was ashes, and his cultivation was destroyed by Zhou Qing's sword.

"You said, you should treat me as a slave and put me in an iron cage." Zhou Qing's face was still cold, and his cold voice carried the cold wind and spit out.

Hearing Zhou Qing's words, Zhao Lieyang's body trembled more and more violently, and he kept shaking his head: "No, I didn't, let me go, please let me go."

"Let you go?"

Zhou Qing sneered and said, "Don't you nobles like to treat people as slaves? Okay, I will engrave a slave seal on your face and let me see if the arrogant nobles will humiliate others one by one after another."

Zhao Lieyang's body trembled violently.

Carve a slave seal on his face? Become a lowly slave? How does this make him a human being? It's even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"No, I am the young master of the Zhao family, you can't treat me like this." Zhao Lieyang quickly carried out his family. It would be fine if his cultivation was abolished. If he carved a slave seal on his face, would he still be able to raise his head in the future?

"I know you are the young master of the Zhao family, so what?" Zhou Qing smiled lightly and said sarcastically: "Can you let you go, and your Zhao family will not cause trouble for me? Don't you take revenge on me?"

He had long known what these so-called nobles looked like.

Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. Others can only surrender to their feet and let them humiliate and torture them. They are arrogant and others can only be slaves, cannot resist, kill if they want, and do whatever they want.

If he was defeated just now, would Zhao Lieyang and others let him go?

Won't.

They would, as they said, carve slave seals on his face, become slaves with his father, and be sold at a low price.

"No, as long as you let me go, I will never take revenge on you, I swear." Zhao Lieyang raised his palm, begged for mercy, and even kept kowtowing to Zhou Qing.

"Aristocrats, in the face of death, are your pride? Where is your dignity that you say? Where is your aloofness?" Zhou Qing still mocked, his voice ruthlessly.

"You can't live without committing your own sins."

The strong sword intent surged out from Zhou Qing's body, causing Zhao Lieyang to freeze all over.

"As long as you let me go, I can give you many spirit stones and even give you martial arts and martial arts."

“Give it?”

Zhou Qing laughed mockingly, saying that after being a nobleman for a long time, he has become accustomed to being arrogant.

Zhou Qing was unwilling to talk nonsense to Zhao Lieyang anymore. His body trembled slightly, and the cold light flashed. Suddenly, a shrill scream came out, and the first stroke of the word "Slave" appeared on Zhao Lieyang's face.

"Ah, don't."

Zhao Lieyang covered his face with his hands, and blood oozed out from his fingers, but Zhou Qing's eyes were cold and there was no emotion, let alone pity and sympathy.

The long sword was swept, and Zhao Lieyang's fingers were cut off directly, and another stroke was carved on his face.

The movement continued, and the Three Killing Sword was shining with luster. After a moment, a clear word "Slave" appeared on Zhao Lieyang's face, but it was soon covered by blood.

"The Zhao family, I won't let you go." Zhao Lieyang's resentful and unscrupulous gaze fell on Zhou Qing, his voice hoarse.

"I know."

Zhou Qing nodded indifferently and said, "You Zhao family treat my father as a slave. Do you think I will let the Zhao family go? You are just the first one."

At this time, Zhao Lieyang was like a ghost, hideous and terrifying, and his body twitched slightly and then fainted.

Then, his eyes turned and his cold eyes fell on Yukang. Suddenly, Yukang's legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground.

Yukang's body trembled violently, and Zhou Qing's eyes were so scared that his heart and soul were broken.

"You said you want to tame me into a beast slave, with thousands of people riding and ten thousand people crossing?" Zhou Qing whispered, raised his footsteps and walked slowly towards Yukang.

"Give me aside." Yukang looked desperate, and his voice was also desperate.

The person in front of him is a madman who speaks and does things without any scruples and doesn't care about their identity at all. Even if they are children of nobles, they still cannot be afraid of him.

"Is it possible to spare you?"

Zhou Qing mocked her arms, and screamed. After a moment, the word "Slave" also appeared on Yukang's face, with blood stains.

"Look, I just carved a slave seal on your face and did not abolish your cultivation. Don't you think you are much lucky than him?" Zhou Qing put his sword indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Yukang's eyes trembled, then rolled his eyes and fainted.

"What a ruthless method, what a decisive young man!"

The space was silent, the crowd's eyes landed on Zhou Qing, and his mind was trembling wildly.

Well, the promised guaranteed ten updates has been made, and there are five updates. Before 12 o'clock tonight, all of them will definitely be updated. Sweet potatoes are being fought for!
Chapter completed!