"Xu Hu, don't spare this kid easily and teach me a lesson!"

"Yes, break his muscles and bones!"

“…”

When the disciples of Lieyang Sect saw Xu Hu on stage, they shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, in my hands, he will be extremely miserable!"

Xu Hu looked at Zhou Qing coldly, and had already sentenced Zhou Qing to death in his heart. He said coldly: "Boy, you dare to hurt my Lieyang Sect disciple, you are very brave!"

"This second-hand man dares to look down on Zhou Qing and is dead." The disciples of Ziyun Sect kept sneering.

"You are talking too much nonsense." Zhou Qing said coldly.

"Arrogant!"

Xu Hu laughed in anger, held up his long sword, rushed towards Zhou Qing with a big golden sword, and then suddenly slashed down like a force to slash Huashan. The sword wind made a roaring sound.

"Defeat!"

Xu Hu shouted violently, and the sword light was extremely sharp. In the blink of an eye, it slashed in front of Zhou Qing's eyes. The strong wind blew Zhou Qing's clothes and flew.

"So strong. With this sword alone, Xu Hu has the qualification to fight with a warrior at the ninth level of Qi Martial Arts." Everyone was shocked and their eyes were frightened.

"You're thinking too much."

A faint voice sounded, and at the same time, a sword light passed through the air, causing the sound of thunder, like the light of lightning, collided with the long sword that was slashed.

clang.

The sound of gold and iron clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.

A powerful force surged from the long sword, rushing down his arm and slamming Xu Hu's body, lifting him backwards. Even the long sword in his hand could not hold it and wanted to fly out.

Swish.

Zhou Qing moved his body and appeared in front of Xu Hu, who looked frightened, with a cold expression on his face. The long sword in his hand flickered past Xu Hu's chest. Then he heard Xu Hu's scream and flew out with his sword.

Everyone looked at it intently and suddenly found two long holes in Xu Hu's chest, with flesh and blood turning out, and white bones could be seen faintly.

Everyone was shocked.

A sword seriously injured Xu Hu. The young man from Ziyun Sect in front of him was so powerful!

The disciples of Lieyang Sect looked dark at this moment, and they felt a burning pain on their faces.

After Zhou Qing arrived, their Lieyang Sect disciples had lost two of them in succession, and they were both injured. Although they were not in danger of life, it was impossible to recover for less than ten days and half a month.

Zhou Qing stood with a sword, without even looking at Xu Hu, and looked coldly at the place where the disciples of Lieyang Sect gathered.

Facing Zhou Qing's gaze, the originally arrogant disciples of Lieyang Sect did not dare to look at him.

"waste!"

Zhou Qing spitted out two words and finally landed his eyes on Zhao Feichen. A cold light flashed in his eyes. It was this guy who hurt Han Man and slapped Jingru.

"Come on, it's your turn!"

Zhao Feichen's face was gloomy as water, and he stood up, and the temperature in this small area instantly dropped.

Zhao Feichen took a step, and his momentum suddenly surged, causing the storm to blow the people around him.

"Beast, you and I are too different from each other's strength. I don't want to attack you. I won't pursue the matter of hurting my disciples of Lieyang Sect." Zhao Feichen's tone was cold.

Zhou Qing saw Zhao Feichen's flashing eyes and shook his head secretly. He was so weak, and the disciples of Lieyang Sect were just like this.

"Let's take action."

Zhou Qing stood in front of him, standing calmly in place, calmly in his heart.

Zhao Feichen's cultivation is in the middle stage of the ninth level of Qiwu Realm, and he is on the front line better than Situ Hao, but not much. He even killed Situ Hao with three swords, how could he care about just one Zhao Feichen?

"Haha, since that's the case, I'll do it."

Of course, Zhao Feichen knew that Zhou Qing could not break his arm. He just now just wanted to deliberately belittle Zhou Qing and praise him.

"Sui Feng Jue."

With a low shout, Zhao Feichen's figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

Follow the wind, move with the wind, practice to the extreme, and be as fast as the wind.

"Senior Brother Zhao is the eighth master of the outer sect of our sect. He has unparalleled light skills and body skills. How could this boy, Ziyun Sect, compete with me?"

"This guy can stand so safely and just bring shame to himself."

When the disciples of Lieyang Sect saw Zhao Feichen's figure fluttering like the wind, bursts of crying came from the air.

Among the outer disciples of Lieyang Sect, Zhao Feichen ranked eighth because of his light skills. Even those outer disciples who were ranked ahead of him might not be able to hurt Zhao Feichen.

"This guy is so fast, my vision can't keep up with him."

When the disciples of Ziyun Sect saw Zhao Feichen's mysterious body movement, they were shocked one by one, and their faces changed slightly, and they couldn't help but worry about Zhou Qing.

Among the crowd present, Zhou Qing was probably the only one who believed in him. He only saw him holding a sword in one hand, not moving as if he was as a mountain, watching Zhao Feichen keep flashing without any elusive figure.

At this moment, a whistling wind blew, shaking Zhou Qing's clothes, and her long hair moved with the wind and all floated up. Zhao Feichen's figure suddenly disappeared at this moment.

"It's over, Senior Brother Zhao has such a brilliant light skills."

The battle has not yet begun, and the disciples of Lieyang Sect have made a conclusion.

Zhou Qing was no longer moving as a mountain, and he closed his eyes and quietly felt the sound of wind and wind around him, breathing and heartbeat all stopped at this moment. Only the keen feeling captured the erratic figure.

The dark martial soul brings him a more sensitive perception than others.

Suddenly, the sword in Zhou Qing's hand moved.

Moving with the wind, the trajectory of the sword is light and elegant with the wind.

"Break."

A domineering shout came from above Zhou Qing's head, and a huge force of oppression followed.

"roll."

Zhou Qing vomited a word lightly, and the sword light flashed, and then everyone saw blood splashing out.

A harsh wail sounded, and the crowd looked at the scene in front of them incredibly.

Zhao Feichen failed to hit Zhou Qing.

He was defeated and was cut off by Zhou Qing's simple and casual sword.

"How is it possible? How did he do it?" The disciples of various sects in the martial arts arena exclaimed, looking puzzled.

Zhou Qing's sword just now was very ordinary, but this ordinary one carries extraordinary. The sword is like a sword and a wind. The sword moves with the wind, as if it is not the sword that cuts off Zhao Feichen's arm, but the wind.

Zhou Qing was also immersed in the mystery of the sword just now, unable to extricate himself for a long time, as if he had autistic his six senses, and he was savagely savoring the sword he had just swung.

Very wonderful feeling.

The moment he drew his sword, he was blessed with his heart, so he drew his sword. The sword moved with the wind, and naturally became natural. He just waved a sword and cut off one of Zhao Feichen's arm.

Zhou Qing danced aimlessly, and the feeling became clearer and clearer. After a while, he opened his eyes and was hazy and murmured to himself: "The wind has the wind, the sword has the momentum, and that was... the momentum just now."

After breathing out a breath of turbid air and putting the sword into the sheath, Zhou Qing swept away Zhao Feichen who was kneeling on the ground, without any sympathy in his heart.

"The eighth person from the outer sect of Lieyang Sect? I don't want to attack me?" Zhou Qing mocked: "I really don't understand, what is your pride relying on?"

"By me!"

Suddenly, a domineering voice came over.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!