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Chapter 16 Three Swords Killing Situ Hao

Although Zhou Qing easily sacked Situ Nan, who was at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Martial Arts, if the opponent was replaced by Situ Hao, everyone present would still not be optimistic about Zhou Qing.

Whether in terms of strength or influence, Situ Hao obviously surpassed Zhou Qing.

The ten disciples in front of the outer sect are all above, which one is not the ninth level of Qi Martial Arts?

Zhou Qing can kill Situ Nan at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Wu Realm, but is he an opponent of Situ Hao at the ninth level of Qi Wu Realm?

Although it is just such a small gap, there is a huge difference in strength and true energy.

A warrior at the ninth level of Qi Martial Realm can fight against more than a dozen warriors at the eighth level of Qi Martial Realm at the same time.

At this moment, Situ Hao's face turned pale and white.

Shame, since he entered Ziyun Sect, he has never suffered the shame he has today.

"Since you are asking for death on your own initiative, I will fulfill you." Situ Hao hated Zhou Qing to the core.

Stepping back onto the platform of life and death, a powerful sword energy bloomed out. Behind Situ Hao, an illusory sword shadow pointed to the sky angrily, which was his sword martial soul.

"Situ Hao actually used martial soul directly. It seems that he wanted to kill Zhou Qing gorgeously and use Zhou Qing's blood to cleanse his own shame."

The crowd immediately understood Situ Hao's intention. He wanted to prove his strong strength to everyone and establish his authority.

"Get out the sword, I'll let you have three swords." Situ Hao stood with his hands behind his back, looking proud.

Previously, Zhou Qing forced him away from the life and death stage with one sword. He didn't think Zhou Qing would be his opponent because he was extremely confident in his own strength.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhou Qing's mouth, the fish shadows swam under his feet, and his body flashed. The long sword in his hand radiated countless sword shadows. When these sword shadows arrived in front of Situ Hao, they turned into a sword, and the thunder exploded, deafening.

"So strong! He actually practiced the Thunder Sword Technique to such an extent."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the thunder and looked at each other. This was completely comparable to the real thunder. You can imagine how powerful the explosive power was.

The contempt in Situ Hao's eyes disappeared, and this sword was enough to make him pay attention to it.

Facing Zhou Qing's sword, Situ Hao flipped his palm and condensed a black giant palm with a strong yin energy. The black giant palm brought out endless yin wind, broke through the air and smashed it to Zhou Qing.

"This is a human-level mid-grade martial art, ghost hand!" Someone recognized the martial arts that Situ Hao used and exclaimed in surprise.

The long sword buzzed, thunders rose and fell one after another, and the sword shadows appeared. The powerful explosive power could not break through Situ Hao's gloomy hand.

"One sword." Situ Hao made several moves to resolve this sword.

Zhou Qing's eyes were still so firm, and the rolling thunder was like the surging river, continuous. The second sword, with the voice of the Crazy Domineer, thrust out in anger.

Situ Hao still only defended but not attacked. With a wave of his wrist, the sword spirit behind him burst out with a sharp sword aura. The sword shadow was like a water curtain, ready to face all attacks.

However, at this moment, when Zhou Qing's sword was about to reach Situ Hao, Zhou Qing's hand holding the sword suddenly released, and the long sword roared forward with the thunder sound, and actually broke through Situ Hao's sword curtain.

"What is he doing?"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this attack.

Zhou Qing's sword poured all his strength on the sword, enhancing the power of the sword, allowing the sword to break through Situ Hao's defense. But if Situ Hao blocked this sword, Zhou Qing, who even lost the sword, wouldn't he be killed instantly?

This is simply an idiot’s way of playing!

After a brief loss of consciousness, Situ Hao also laughed, indeed seeking death.

For the swordsman, the sword is in the man, and the sword is in the dead.

Even if Zhou Qing is not a swordsman, he should not blindly give up his weapons!

The body retreated slightly, Situ Hao withdrew his sword and a sword shadow danced in front of him.

Zhou Qing's strength is indeed strong, no wonder even Situ Nan was completely abused.

The sword curtain he swung had made Situ Nan let him attack, but he could not break it, but Zhou Qing did it and brought him a great sense of threat.

But unfortunately, Zhou Qing, who had no sword, was like a tiger without claws, and was vulnerable.

However, after Zhou Qing shot out the sword in his hand, his body also moved at the same time, running towards Situ Hao quickly, as fast as a floating light.

"Two swords." Situ Hao was not panicked at all when he saw Zhou Qing approaching and said indifferently.

In his opinion, Zhou Qing rushed up at this moment just to get the sword back.

As he finished speaking, the long sword shot out by Zhou Qing fell weakly, but Zhou Qing's people arrived.

"Die."

A sword of thunder pierced out, and the sound of thunder broke through the air. Zhou Qing had already lost the sword. If he wanted to attack closely, he would not have to call the third sword again.

This sword will kill Zhou Qing.

But at this time Situ Hao heard two words coming out from Zhou Qing's mouth, two very simple words: enough.

These two words fell, as if echoing the thunder. A flash of lightning streaked across the crowd's eyes, and the dazzling light was frozen in the crowd's pupils. It just flashed and disappeared.

Situ Hao's throat squirmed.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the two words "enough". In this life, the last two words he heard - enough.

"Three Swords."

This sentence was said from Zhou Qing's mouth.

His back was facing Situ Hao, and his voice was not loud, but in the quiet space, the crowd could hear it clearly. As his voice fell, Situ Hao's body fell down with a bang.

Everyone's eyes widened, showing an incredible look.

Situ Hao, was defeated?

Zhou Qing, how did he do it?

"Sword drawing!"

There were many inner disciples in the crowd around them, and they saw that the lightning just now was a sword light.

It was just because the sword light was too fast, so it was like a flash of lightning that passed through the sky, and many people didn't even see clearly what it was.

The crowd suddenly exploded.

Everyone started talking about the dazzling sword that broke through the air just now.

Situ Hao, who was at the ninth level of Qiwu Realm, was defeated by Zhou Qing's three swords, and the result of his defeat was death.

"This... Situ Hao is really dead?"

"The dazzling sword just now was hard to resist even the warriors at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Martial Arts, right?"

"He actually practiced sword drawing to such an extent, which is really terrifying."

"I still think Situ Hao died too unjustly. He underestimated the enemy too much. If he did not allow Zhou Qing three swords from the beginning, Zhou Qing might not have the chance to seal the throat with one sword."

“…”

In the audience, Jingru and Han Man stood there on the spot, like two sculptures, motionless.

Really win?

Zhou Qing walked down the stage of life and death in awe of everyone's awe.

At this moment, who dares to say that he is a waste?

Can waste kill Situ Hao in the early stage of the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm with three swords?

This battle was a battle where Zhou Qing completely got rid of the "waste" hat, and it was also a battle to establish his authority.

He told everyone present with the blood of Situ Hao, the ten disciples in front of the outer sect, that Zhou Qing was not easy to mess with, and that Zhou Qing’s friends were also not easy to mess with.

Whoever messes with you will have to pay the price.

"Let's go."

Zhou Qing came to Han Man and the others and shouted faintly.

"Oh... OK."

The two followed behind like walking corpses, and still had not come back to their senses from the shock just now.

"The outer door, it's a change."

Looking at the three of them leaving, many disciples sighed.
Chapter completed!
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