Zhou Qing's palm slowly raised, and with his movements, there was a whistling sound of sword sound in the space. In an instant, the sharp sword aura filled the space.

"Get back!"

Zhou Qing said coldly, and at the same time, the long sword was triggered, and invisible sword energy in the world moved with it. The cold light of destruction bloomed in the air, killing everything, colliding with Ziyang's flame sword.

"Boom!"

The crowd's eyes solidified at the moment of collision, and the sword shadow and the sword light collided instantly. With a roar, the space vibrated, and the sword energy storm swept out in a hot high temperature.

"Stop it!"

The hearts of the crowd trembled violently, and Zhou Qing actually blocked Zi Yang's Flame Sword.

The Flame Sword is formed by Zi Yang's own flame true essence. It is the most powerful killing and has the power to burn and kill everything. It is transformed by the true essence. It is extremely powerful and can kill all the nine-level warriors in the spiritual martial arts realm.

But even so, Zhou Qing was still blocked.

"What a perverted guy!" The crowd's hearts trembled wildly. Facing Zi Yang, who condensed the true energy, Zhou Qing still did not retreat at all, and faced with tit for tat, without any disadvantage.

It is unknown who wins and loses in this battle!

"Is this your strength?"

Zhou Qing looked at Zi Yang with a slightly ugly face and said indifferently: "I have such a poor talent, but I am still arrogant. I am pitiful and sad."

Zhou Qing's words were like an invisible sword inserted into Zi Yang's heart, making his face even more ugly.

In Tianhuo Villa, he was the first person to admire. No one praised him for his innocence, but when Zhou Qing said that he became so talented.

But he could not refute that compared to Zhou Qing, his talent was indeed very poor.

"Your true energy must be condensed by external forces. No wonder your power is average. Even if you use the flame of doomsday to enter the Xuanwu realm, your strength is probably the lowest among warriors in the same realm. It's sad."

Zhou Qing's words trembled in Zi Yang's eardrum, causing Zi Yang to have a slight doubt, questioning himself. He is really as Zhou Qing said, very weak?

Zhou Qing's fighting spirit was still rising wildly, fighting the sky, fighting the earth, destroying everything.

As soon as he stepped forward, Zhou Qing's figure suddenly disappeared. Then, he saw a sharp sword flashing with dazzling cold light, penetrated the space, and stabbed towards Zi Yang with a cold murderous aura.

The dazzling sword light seizes the light of heaven and earth, containing endless sharpness and destruction, as well as the crazy fighting spirit of the battle sky and the battlefield.

Swords are the use of killing and the weapon of destruction.

Zi Yang's face was shocked. Zhou Qing's sword made him feel the breath of death. Why can a warrior whose cultivation is not as good as him? With one sword, he can feel the threat of death?

However, in the crisis of life and death, he could not think too much. True energy roared in his body, turned into the power of destructive flames, and spit out.

"roll!"

Zi Yang's palm slapped at the sword light that pierced, and suddenly, a large palm print condensed from flames emerged in the space, descending with the aura of destruction, colliding with the sword light.

"break!"

Zhou Qing let out a word, and the gray air flowed on the sword body, and a withered and silent aura was released, and the sword light slashed on the flame handprint.

"Click!"

Just as the sound of the broken mirror sounded, everyone was shocked to see that the big flame palm printed under the sword light, and cracks appeared, and the sharp sword aura penetrated through the cracks and rushed towards Zi Yang.

"Destroy."

Zhou Qing stepped forward again, and a supreme sword intent soared into the sky. The crowd felt the terrifying sword intent released from Zhou Qing. Looking at the young man who was like a peerless god of killing, his heart trembled violently.

After the words came, the flame handprints shattered directly.

The sword light poured down, moving forward, slashing towards Ziyang.

"How is that possible?"

A look of horror appeared on Zi Yang's face. Looking at the shattered flame handprint and the terrifying sword light that descended, a look of horror appeared on his face. When his feet moved, his body turned into a afterimage and quickly retreated.

"Can you leave?"

The cold voice sounded, Zhou Qing's body trembled, and the sword light rushed towards the flashing Ziyang like a star chasing the moon.

Zi Yang, who had retreated violently, was shocked. Zhou Qing's figure was like a maggot on his tars. The faster he retreated, the faster Zhou Qing advanced. The deadly sword light was like a sword of Bodhidharma floating above his head, as if it would descend at any time and kill him with one sword.

"Tiger roar!"

A roar came from Zi Yang's mouth, and his whole skin was burning red. As the sound fell, a tiger roared in the space.

At the same time, the crowd saw that in front of Zi Yang, a tiger of flame condensed out, and the king of beasts roared at Zhou Qing and rushed out with the power of destructive flames.

"broken."

Zhou Qing's eyes were very cold. Facing the whistling tiger of flames, his steps did not stop at all. When his wrists shook, the power of wind and thunder suddenly burst out from the sword body.

This sword is the first of the nine styles of the Fenglei Sword, and wind and thunder are rising in the sky.

When the wind and thunder landed, the tiger of flame suddenly exploded and turned into gorgeous sparks, splashing out towards the surroundings.

The Tiger of Broken Flame, the Deadly Sword in Zhou Qing's hand, was so sharp that it was moving forward, killing everything, and a hissing sound came out and was about to come to Zi Yang.

At this moment, Zi Yang truly felt death, so close to him.

"I don't want the flame of the doomsday."

Zi Yang roared, he could not block the deadly sword light. If Zhou Qing didn't let go, he could really kill him, and he had to compromise.

"I compromised, Zi Yang, I dared to compromise!"

Hearing Zi Yang's voice, the crowd's hearts trembled. The powerful Zi Yang was extremely arrogant and wanted to seize Zhou Qing's flame of doomsday. Everyone thought that Zhou Qing was making a wedding dress for Zi Yang and would definitely not be able to protect the flame of doomsday.

But the ending is always so unexpected.

Zhou Qing burst out with powerful combat power. Facing Zi Yang, who condensed the true energy, did not show any weakness. The sword light came and wanted to destroy everything. Even Zi Yang had to compromise.

Compromise means giving up.

Zi Yang, who was at the peak of the Lingwu Realm, admitted defeat and stopped fighting. He wanted the flame of doomsday.

“So what?”

Zhou Qing sneered, Zi Yang seemed to think too simple.

If you want to fight, fight, rob his flame of doomsday, and even take his life. Now you find that you can't fight, just say I don't want it, and it's over?

How could it be so simple? Wouldn't everyone be able to step on him? If you can't step on him, you will exit halfway and not step on him. Is it possible!

"I am from Tianhuo Villa, how dare you kill me?"

Feeling the bitter murderous intent of Zhou Qing, Zi Yang's heart trembled, and the deathly sword light was getting closer and closer, making his face change wildly.

In addition to his own strength, he is also the reason why he is so arrogant in the ancient city of Zhuque, is that he is from Tianhuo Villa.

Tianhuo Villa is the most powerful force within thousands of miles nearby. Three Xuanwu realm powerhouses in the village are in charge, shocking everyone.

Moreover, he is the first disciple of Tianhuo Villa and the future heir of the owner of Tianhuo Villa. Who dares to kill him?

But now, Zhou Qing in front of him dared to have a clear sense of the murderous intent in his eyes. Even if he was from Tianhuo Villa, he would still be able to kill him.

(End of this chapter)
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