"Today is the day for me to fight Zhao Zhijing's life-and-death battle. Why don't I come?"

Yun Zhonghe stopped and looked at the speaker calmly.

The Quanzhen disciple looked at Yun Zhonghe, laughed loudly, and said, "You are a traitor, I think you can't even catch a move from Senior Brother Zhao."

Then, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed Xiaolongnu beside him, and was shocked.

A look of lewdness appeared in his eyes and he teased: "What a beautiful girl, she is really a flower in cow dung."

As he said that, he wanted to touch Xiaolongnu.

A hint of hostility flashed in Yun Zhonghe's eyes, and he raised his hand to knock out the other party's salty hand!

In pain, Quanzhen's disciple was forced to withdraw his hand.

When I opened it, my hands were red.

"Okay, you thief, you're impatient, right?"

The words are over.

With a clang, the sword was unsheathed.

"Master Dao will settle you here, so as to save you from being embarrassed."

His eyes showed cruelty and pierced Yun Zhonghe's chest at an extremely fast speed.

"I'll break your tendons and feet later, so that you can see with your own eyes how Master Dao takes care of this girl for you!"

The man shouted violently, and his eyes showed a look of pleasure.

In his opinion, although this sword is not fatal, it is enough to make Yun Zhonghe fall to the ground!

Yun Zhonghe's eyes were cold: "How could there be such a shameless scum like you in Quanzhen Sect? Today I will clean up the portal for Quanzhen Sect!"

He used his internal strength and slapped it with a palm.

The wind whistled in the palm of the disciple's hand, and the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch.

It fell to the ground with a clang, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

This is impossible!

As soon as the thought fell, I felt a pain in my body, and a thousand kilograms of force poured out, and my whole body flew up.

It hit the ground heavily, its sternum shattered, and blood from the corners of its mouth kept staining its entire face red.

Yun Zhonghe's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he calmly withdrew his palm.

Quanzhen disciples who saw this scene were shocked, their eyes were shocked and they could not speak for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but Quanzhen’s disciple reacted and quickly drew out his sword.

I don’t know who it was, but my hand holding the sword was trembling and roared at Yun Zhonghe with courage: “Yun Zhonghe, this is Quanzhen Sect…”

Before he could finish his words, Yun Zhonghe glanced over, scaring him to swallow the second half of his words.

Seeing that these Quanzhen disciples were shocked, Yun Zhonghe had no intention of entangling them anymore and took Xiaolongnu to the mountain.

Quanzhen's disciple watched Yun Zhonghe and Xiaolongnu's figures go away, and no one dared to come forward to stop him.

Seeing the two figures disappear at the end of their sight, Quanzhen's disciples were still scared.

"Notify the head teacher!"

As one of the top major sects in the martial arts world, no one dares to be so presumptuous in Zhongnan Mountain.

Yun Zhonghe took action and seriously injured the disciples of Quanzhen Sect. I am afraid it will be difficult to be kind today.

At the same time, outside the Chongyang Palace.

The five sons of Quanzhen sat together on the stands.

All the martial arts people sitting around came to visit the competition.

At the center of the square, a three-meter-high ring is built.

Zhao Zhijing stood on the ring, carrying a three-foot green breeze on his back, and stood with his hands behind his back.

At some point.

A young Taoist priest ran to the stands with a panic look and whispered softly to Qiu Chuji who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Listening to the disciple's report, Qiu Chuji suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

It attracted the attention of the other brothers.

"Senior brother, what happened?"

On Qiu Chuji's right hand side, Hao Datong asked.

Qiu Chuji's voice was low: "Yun Zhonghe seriously injured the disciple on duty at the foot of the mountain, and he was killed up the mountain!"

"I'm so brave, I dare to act wildly on the territory of Quanzhen Sect." Hao Datong had an extremely hot personality and stood up angrily: "I will lead my disciples to capture Yun Zhonghe!"

When everyone saw Hao Datong's murderous appearance, they looked puzzled.

"No need to worry, I'm here!"

The sudden sound made Hao Datong pause.

Everyone looked up and their eyes were in the direction of the sound.

Yun Zhonghe held Xiaolongnu's hand and flew down from the air and stood on the square.

Xiaolongnu's beautiful face and cold temperament instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

"Clang!"

When Hao Datong saw Yun Zhonghe appear, his sword was unsheathed and shouted: "Yun Zhonghe, you hurt my disciples, come and take your life!"

As soon as the words finished, the audience was in an uproar.

Yun Zhonghe took a step forward in everyone's surprise eyes.

He looked at Qiu Chuji and said aloud: "After I settle the grudge between me and Zhao Zhijing, I will give you an explanation."

Qiu Chuji looked at Yun Zhonghe, pondered for a while, and waved his palm: "Junior brother, step back!"

Hao Datong turned his head and looked at Qiu Chuji and said in confusion: "Senior Brother!"

"Since Yun Zhonghe is here, he can't leave. Don't let the martial arts people present laugh at him."

Upon hearing this, Hao Datong had to put his sword in the sheath, staring at Yun Zhonghe with his eyes tightly, wishing he could be smashed into pieces.

Seeing Hao Datong stop for a while, Yun Zhonghe gently tapped the ground, his body rose into the air, and landed on the high platform.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I wonder how much better your martial arts skills are than your Yanfu?" Zhao Zhijing looked at Yun Zhonghe with a hint of mockery.

"Will you know if you come and try it?" Yun Zhonghe smiled with his teeth, and his white teeth shone brightly under the sunlight.

Off the field, everyone looked at the two people on the ring and someone spoke.

"I wonder if Yun Zhonghe can block Zhao Zhijing's move?"

"What a joke? Zhao Zhijing is the leader among the three generations of Quanzhen Sect disciples, and Yun Zhonghe only uses some despicable means and cannot be on the table at all."

"I hope Zhao Zhijing won't let Yun Zhonghe die too easily, otherwise it will be too cheap for him."

“…”

At this moment, Qiu Chuji in the stands saw that it was almost done, so he slowly stood up, and a low voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Fighting life and death, life and death..."

"Everyone has his destiny!"

The moment the shout fell, Yun Zhonghe and Zhao Zhijing rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Yun Zhonghe opposite him and couldn't help but smile on his face: "Feel the pain."

The sound fell, and Yun Zhonghe in front of him stepped on the ground with his feet. With the impact force, his speed suddenly increased sharply, and the sound of breaking the wind sounded.

Before the smile on Zhao Zhijing's face completely spread, he felt a flash in front of him. While he was stunned, Yun Zhonghe's figure was only a short distance away from him.

Following the figure of Yun Zhonghe, there was the shadow of the sword breaking through the sky, and the long sword made a buzzing sound.

The speed was so fast that Zhao Zhijing had no time to react.

However, at a critical moment, he still fired his sword across his chest based on his physical conditions.

when!

The crisp sound of gold and jade sounded.

The severe pain came from Zhao Zhijing's mouth, and in an instant, horror surged in his heart.

He felt the internal force condensed on the sword being torn apart by a stronger internal force.

Before he could think about it, this internal force broke into his body with a arrogant attitude and wanted to destroy it.

Zhao Zhijing's figure retreated, and every step of falling left deep footprints on the stage.

It was not until I stepped back to the edge of the ring that I barely stabilized my body.

Outside the venue, the sound of mocking Yun Zhonghe's voice stuck in his throat, and the whole audience was silent.

They stared blankly at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing on the edge of the ring, as if he was about to fall down at any time, with a confused look in their eyes.

What happened just now?

Shouldn’t Yun Zhonghe fall to the ground with a look of pain at this moment and wailing?

They looked at the field with confusion.

At this moment, Yun Zhonghe stood with his sword, pointing the tip of the sword diagonally on the ground, looking at Zhao Zhijing with a bright smile on his face.
Chapter completed!