"It's over, this kid is caught in enlightenment and cannot extricate himself, and he has only one way to die."

"It's a pity that such a genius will be killed by Zhao Changhe."

When the crowd saw this scene, they sighed in their hearts.

How many peerless geniuses can achieve enlightenment at this age of Zhou Qing?

It's just a rare occurrence.

This shows Zhou Qing's evil posture.

But it is inevitable that such a demonic genius is about to die in enlightenment.

If there was no today's incident, they would have given Zhou Qing a few years to what height such a genius could reach in the future. They could not imagine.

They have not been able to witness the birth of a peerless strong man, but they are about to witness the fall of a genius who may become a peerless strong man in the future.

Sad, lamentable, a pity.

"Die!"

Zhao Changhe had a grim smile on his face. Zhou Qing must never live and must die. Keeping such a monster genius is definitely a huge disaster.

"it's over."

Seeing Zhao Changhe's actions, the crowd said in his heart.

"not good."

The moment Zhao Changhe took action, Yin Liren's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to leave in the air and help. Although he was not Zhao Changhe's opponent, he must not watch Zhou Qing beheaded by Zhao Changhe.

At the same time, the old beggar man's lazy eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. His palm slightly raised, and a translucent Qi sword appeared, and he also wanted to help.

But almost the moment Yin Liren and the old beggar man were about to take action, their movements froze there.

At this time, Zhou Qing suddenly raised his head.

"I understand, transform into a sword, body and mind, and man and sword are united."

Zhou Qing had a clear expression on his face, and he murmured to himself: "The sword force is followed by the sword intent. The intention is, my heart is my intention, where the body is, where the mind exists, the body and the mind are combined, and the sword intent comes out!"

As Zhou Qing finished speaking, a sharp sword intent emerged on his body, an extremely sharp sword mood, which was stronger than when the endless sword momentum bloomed.

At this moment, the sword energy bloomed from Zhou Qing's body was the real sword energy, which contained the artistic conception of the sword, and the will of the sword seemed to be transformed by a peerless magic sword.

The sword is the leader of all ten thousand soldiers, and the attack is unparalleled. The sword is sharp and invincible, without fear, without bend, and unyielding.

"This is......"

The old beggar stared at Zhou Qing with a look of ghosts, stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Okay, okay, good, sword intent, this is sword intent, body and mind, man and sword in one, this battle is decided!"

"die!"

Zhao Changhe's cold voice came, Zhou Qing raised his eyes, without sorrow or joy, without intention or ruthlessness. At this time, his body and mind were combined, like a sword that cut off the sky, fearless, and killed everything.

With his palm moving, the Three Killing Sword was standing in front of him, and his temperament changed again in an instant.

His eyes fell on Zhao Changhe. In an instant, Zhao Changhe felt that he was locked by an invisible force in the dark. This dark force made his hands and feet cold, and he felt like a disaster was coming.

"One sword, Feixian."

Zhou Qing said four words faintly from his mouth. The Three Killing Sword in front of him suddenly burst out with dazzling light, like a peerless fairy sword, which can break the sky, break all worlds, and kill all invading enemies.

Wow.

In an instant, a silver sword rainbow that was extremely dazzling cut through the sky. In the sword rainbow, there was a vaguely invincible sword immortal who was smiling proudly in the world, holding a sword in white clothes, drinking while traversing the universe and galaxies.

Zhou Qing, holding this sword, was like a Nine Heavens Immortal who came to the world, and could hardly describe this sword in words, as if he was the invincible sword immortal in the sword rainbow.

This is not the sword technique on earth, this is the sword technique of immortals.

Whoosh.

Zhou Qingren followed the sword. He was the sword holder, and he also held the sword. The whole world could not hide the light of this silver sword rainbow. As everyone saw it, the sword rainbow flew towards Zhao Changhe at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, as if time had stopped.

A sword flying immortal.

In an instant, Zhao Changhe's figure swept out and stopped in mid-air. His heart twitched violently in an instant. He felt a breath of death coming on his body, causing his skin to have goose bumps, his hair was upside down, and his pores opened and breathed the air hard.

The depression of death made his scalp numb, and a voice in his heart urged him to escape quickly and run away quickly!

In his pupils, the silver sword rainbow that reached his body almost instantly made him feel death for the first time, so close.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

A question flashed like lightning in Zhao Changhe's mind, but at this moment, it was no longer the time to worry about this issue. The breath of death made him shout suddenly, his blood and blood were like dragons, his big tendons were like strings, and the martial soul behind him burst out, and he was also a purple ape.

Under this life and death crisis, his other foot actually crossed the threshold and stepped into the third level of Xuanwu Realm.

boom!

The aura on his body exploded wildly. At this moment, it was not the third level of Xuanwu Realm with half a foot, but the third level of Xuanwu Realm. Under the oppression of life and death, Zhao Changhe's cultivation level actually broke through.

"Purple Ape Divine Fist!"

Zhao Changhe roared wildly, and tried his best to blast out at the silver sword rainbow that had stabbed.

Rumble!

The true energy power of the Crazy Ba clashed with the sword, and an extremely powerful force came from the sword. Zhou Qing felt that his sword Feixian was as if he had bumped into a sacred mountain.

However, the power of the Feixian sword is so powerful that the Purple Ape God's Fist cracked and broke like a mirror, causing Zhao Changhe's face to change drastically, and his heart trembled violently.

Zhou Qing's body moved again, without stopping at all, and stabbed Zhao Changhe's eyebrows with a shocked expression.

A small bronze bell flew out from Zhao Changhe's palm, and it rose in the wind, covering him. This was a medium-grade defensive spirit soldier and also the treasure of the Zhao family's tribe.

clang!

The sword rainbow hit the bronze bell, and the sound waves rolled out like waves. Then with a bang, bronze fragments splashed everywhere.

"No--"

Zhao Changhe roared, and a bright white light burst out from his eyebrows, and the true energy in his body gathered in his eyebrows, trying to block the deadly sword.

He didn't want to die, at least, he didn't want to die at Zhou Qing's hands.

Besides, his cultivation level has just broken through and he has not had time to enjoy the pleasure after the breakthrough, so how could he die like this?

But, is it useful?

Even the mid-grade defensive spirit soldiers cannot block the power of the sword Feixian. How can they block the power of the mere true essence?

Bang.

A silver sword rainbow flashed by, a muffled sound exploded, and a blood mist filled the air.

Feixian's sword, Zhao Changhe, the ancestor of the Zhao family at the third level of Xuanwu Realm, died.

The sword rainbow dissipated and Zhou Qing returned to his position. He still stood with the sword, like a sword immortal, with no sadness or joy on his face.

The world is silent.

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