In this situation, Qing Baoxuan's figure stepped back, and at the same time held the long sword across his chest.

The sole of the man's foot kicked on the long sword, the soft long sword canceled out part of the power, and the remaining power completely disappeared with Qing Baoxuan's three steps back, and Zhou Changrong's charged blow was easily dissolved.

Looking at the tall young man at the door, Qing Baoxuan put the long sword in his hand on the right side, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth: "Zhou Changrong, long time no see." How's it going?"

"Of course I'm good, but you, a cockroach that can't see the light, dare to appear in broad daylight. ”

After speaking, Zhou Changrong stretched his neck forward and said, "Forget, it's a cloudy day today." No wonder you bed bug dares to crawl out. But it doesn't matter, your Grandpa Zhou and I will do the right thing for heaven and arrest you back!"

"Hey, why don't you refute it? This is too bearable, right?" After waiting for more than ten seconds, Zhou Changrong said in surprise when he found that Qing Baoxuan still had that smiling face.

A trace of coldness flashed in Qing Baoxuan's eyes: "Is this the only thing you said in your last words?" Since this is the case, then I will send you on the road." ”

"Hey, stop, stop, the last words are all out. Zhou Changrong took a step forward, touched his head and said, "I said that I just caught you, it's good for you, you just took my life, you are too much!"

The last word spit out, and Zhou Changrong suddenly threw a punch.

This attack was also planned for a long time, he deliberately narrowed the distance, reducing Qing Baoxuan's reaction time, and wanted to win with one move! But he ignored Qing Baoxuan's true strength.

In the capital, when they met, Qing Baoxuan had always regarded himself as an ordinary person and did not dare to make a move, the first was to restrain himself, and the second was not to give the special investigation department a chance to make a move.

Therefore, in terms of intelligence gathering, Wu Xing and the others only know that Qing Baoxuan is a martial arts cultivator, and he has good swordsmanship with bells and whistles, but it is unknown what his true strength is.

Today, Zhou Changrong became the first person to experience Qing Baoxuan's true strength.

Zhou Changrong's rapid punch slammed into his face, Qing Baoxuan did not panic, his body was directly short, he could dodge this punch, and then raised his sword and poked it forward.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced Zhou Changrong's clothes, leaving a long wound on the left side of his waist.

He had the ability to directly pierce Zhou Changrong's heart, and he also had the ability to continue to use the second sword, but he gave up.

If you say that you want to torture this person to death, then you will torture him to death, and if you take his life with a sword, won't it cheapen him?

Zhou Changrong screamed in pain, covered his wound and quickly retreated. Seeing the blood in his palm, his face gradually became heavy.

"What? Now you don't have anything to say? Aren't you very good? Aren't you quite able to speak?"

Qing Baoxuan walked as he spoke, walked to the customer waiting area, sat down on the silver metal bench, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Dumb, I scratched your chest, not your neck, but you are talking."

Now that you think about what you said before, don't you think it's ironic?

Therefore, as long as you have real strength in your hands, in the face of those noisy fleas and reptiles, you can directly slap them to death, or you can play with them slowly and then kill them. ”

Zhou Changrong still didn't speak, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and strode forward, this time he chose to walk directly over.

This kind of attack path also made Qing Baoxuan a little puzzled, he kept looking at Zhou Changrong who was coming, and poked forward directly at the moment when the other party raised his palm and clenched his fist. His goal was to scratch Zhou Changrong's right palm, leaving a mark on his stomach by the way.

But halfway through the stab, Zhou Changrong's clenched fist turned into a slap again.

Qing Baoxuan naturally saw this scene, but this did not change the rules he set, just do whatever he wanted.

Zhou Changrong directly pinched the stabbing long sword, and white flames overflowed from his palm, unexpectedly canceling the sharpness of the long sword, and at the same time spreading forward along the sword body.

Qing Baoxuan didn't expect this scene, and his reaction was half a beat slower, and finally before the white flames were about to burn into the palm of his hand, he threw away his long sword and rolled backwards.

"Hahaha, dare to say Lao Tzu, don't you look embarrassed now?" Zhou Changrong waved his hand angrily, his whole person was wrapped in white flames, and the bleeding wound instantly solidified and scabbed.

Qing Baoxuan silently looked at the long sword that had turned into a silver metallic liquid on the ground, and said, "I've always heard that there is a white flame on your body, I thought it was made up, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"Are you afraid, if you are afraid, kneel down and kowtow to Lao Tzu, and your grandfather Zhou will let you live!"

"I may be afraid, but you're definitely not in the ranks. ”

Qing Baoxuan raised his head, took out a slender silver long sword from the belt around his waist, looked at it, and said slowly: "I grew up in the Qinglin Mountain Range since I was a child, and I have been learning swords from the old man for twenty-nine years, and I finally achieved something.

After going down the mountain and entering the WTO, he participated in the battle of the destruction of the Dilong Group in the first battle, and killed 13 martial arts cultivators in the dark energy period alone, and was nicknamed [Sword Madness].

You think you're very powerful, but in fact, you're also a martial artist with strange skills, as long as you don't touch you, everything will be fine. And this way, it will be easier to concoct you into the prisoner I want. ”

"Then let your Grandpa Zhou and I see how capable your grandson is. ”

After speaking, Zhou Changrong rushed forward and sprinted directly to Qing Baoxuan. The fist swing actually produced a double image at an extremely fast speed, like a dozen fists waving in the air, and the momentum was immense.

As the saying goes, the sword is light and agile, and the sword is heavy.

Qing Baoxuan's basic kung fu is not bad, and his body skills are even outstanding, to some extent, even better than Qing Yuexuan, Zhou Changrong's attack will naturally not push him into a predicament.

Easily going around to the left five meters away, he held the long sword and lifted it up, and the next moment, Zhou Changrong felt a pain on the left side of his body.

Stopping the attack, he turned his head to look at it, his face full of astonishment.

A wound nearly a meter long appeared on the left side of his body, and the slender wound quickly closed and scabbed under the scorching white flames.

"Sword Qi Attack, are you a Transformation Strength Grandmaster?"

"Yo, do you still know this?" The slender sword danced a silver sword flower in Qing Baoxuan's hand, and he smiled: "So I said, you are not worth mentioning in front of me." ”

"Really? Then you go and die. ”

The only point of checks and balances was broken, and now even the white flame couldn't take Qing Baoxuan, Zhou Changrong naturally wouldn't sit still, so he lifted the stool next to him and threw it forward. He doesn't have sword energy, but he can lose things.

The silver bench made of metal was as fragile as tofu under the sword aura, and it was instantly sliced in half!

If one doesn't work, then throw another one, Zhou Changrong doesn't believe that Qing Baoxuan can wield his sword qi all the time.