"Bastard!"

Jing Yuan's face was ashamed and angry, and his eyes flashed with real killing intent, no one had ever dared to treat him like this, he was simply looking for death.

But Han Wenxuan didn't give him a chance to react at all, his five fingers turned into claws, and he walked as he pleased, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he used Jingyuan as a big knife, slashed the sky, and smashed it to the ground.

'You're not dead yet?'

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream was like an evil ghost's empty roar, and it reached everyone's ears, and it was called an infiltrating person, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Rumble!

I saw that the ring trembled slightly, the dust was raised, and a few gravel were splashed, how could the human body be compared with cement, not to mention that this was a martial arts ring that Qingcheng had spent a lot of money to customize.

When everyone saw it, they were stunned and quickly gasped.

"It's terrifying!"

A Qingcheng lone show, handsome Jingyuan, covered in blood, how messy, like a beggar paralyzed in the middle of the ring, the ground around him slightly cracked.

The most important thing is that everyone feels that the breath that belongs to him is so weak that it can't be weaker anymore, and if it is not treated, I am afraid that this Qingcheng Sixiu will have to become Sanxiu.

They couldn't help but think about whether they could live if they were themselves, and they suddenly trembled, as if they had fallen into the cold of the Arctic, shivering.

No one could have imagined that the horizontal training grandmaster, whose combat power is invincible, collides with the solid reinforced concrete, which is better or worse!

Now I know, how can the human body be compared to the power of heaven, of course, this is only on the premise that you are not strong enough.

Okay, what Qingcheng Sixiu, what Henglian Grandmaster, it's all nonsense, and they haven't been beaten like dead dogs.

The Qingcheng disciple who didn't give Han Wenxuan a good look just now trembled, his legs were weak, and a sense of urine came up.

'Grandma's!' Why should I come out, why should I pretend to beep?'

"Let it go...... Put.. ......" Jingyuan's faint breath moved frequently, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to beg for mercy.

But Han Wenxuan's face was expressionless, the power of the emperor was in the power of the sky, and it was towering.

"Why bother!"

Obviously, they have already given them a chance, but they don't cherish it, alas! Han Wenxuan didn't say a word, moved slightly on one foot, and seemed to want to kick him off the stage.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it, and if they kicked it again, they would not kick them off the stage, but send them off the underworld.

"Be merciful!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came, and the audience was shocked, this must be someone from Qingcheng.

"Oh, let's see if you are qualified!" Han Wenxuan's eyes moved, and he said indifferently: "Pick up people!"

If he insulted him, it would end so easily, where was the majesty of the Terran Heaven Killing Emperor, just say that, Han Wenxuan was full of luck and kicked out.

I only heard the sound of "whew", Jingyuan was like a ball, with a panicked look in his eyes, and flew in the direction of the comer.

"Ahh

The person who came was also a master, and before he landed, he scooped it up, which saved Jingyuan's life.

The audience was silent in an instant, that was the four shows of Qingcheng! People said slow down, you still make a move, isn't this looking for trouble?

A death-like coercion overwhelmed everyone present, and they didn't dare to kick and breathe, for fear of being regarded as troublemakers.

This is Qingcheng, the leader of the Chinese martial arts world, and someone actually crippled one of the four shows of Qingcheng without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and made up for it.

It is estimated that it will be difficult for that Jingyuan to live if he does not die, after all, he looked at the faint breath just now, the blood was gurgling out, and he looked like he was dying.

"This way allows your subordinates to show mercy, and you still dare to do it! Hehe! Awesome! It's amazing!"

In an instant, an angry shout shocked the audience, with a hint of murderous aura between the words, everyone looked up and saw three young men wearing Qingcheng martial arts robes, standing on the spot, one of them, holding Jingyuan in his arms.

The three of them opened their eyes angrily, and their bodies exuded an astonishing aura, and the killing intent condensed into a sea, and they almost broke out.

"It's the other Sanxiu! It seems that Qingcheng is really angry this time!"

The group of people present saw the identity of the comer, and the rest of Qingcheng Sanxiu came out, it seems that this is to beat the young man in a group.

No matter what, anyway, this young man will definitely not be able to go down Qingcheng Mountain alive, otherwise where would the face of the first sect be put in the house?

Qingcheng Jingming, who was the leader, handed Jingyuan to the person next to him, it seemed that he was a Qingcheng pharmacist, and he didn't know what kind of elixir he stuffed, and he immediately pulled the dying Jingyuan back to the world, which really deserved to be the first elixir sect in China.

"Senior brother, help...... Help me report ...... Hatred!" Jingyuan, who had come to his senses, said in a trembling and frightened manner, looking at Han Wenxuan's eyes like a demon, fear, hatred, and jealousy were intertwined.

Jing Ming nodded and said gently, "Senior brother, don't talk yet." Then he ordered: "Come! Send my junior brother down to cultivate!"

didn't wait for everyone to come back to their senses, but they heard an extremely arrogant voice again, "Hahaha! Qingcheng Sixiu, let's play a show! I was seriously injured by a nobody, and I simply lost the face of our Taoists!"

In the distance, two young men in azure Taoist robes walked briskly, and suddenly turned into three steps, like swimming dragons, and came to everyone.

The man on the left was surrounded by a sharp aura, and there was a faint disdain in his expression, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge, which made people dare not look directly, which was very different from the Taiji diagram on his body.

"Senior brother!" The man on the right scolded slightly, his face was peaceful, indifferent, but he bowed to Jing Ming and said, "I've seen Brother Dao!

Jing Ming, who originally had an ugly face, saw this, and had to return the salute, "Brother Linghu is too worried, my Qingcheng and Wudang have the same friendship, and I will not be filthy for a child's joke." ”

Hearing this, Ling Hu Yun couldn't help but scold angrily, "You!" Doesn't this make it clear that he is naïve?

But he didn't wait for him to get angry, Ling Hu Xi had a fierce face, and restrained him, this guy is simply a pig teammate, I didn't see that my junior brother was seriously injured!

"Oh my God! It's actually the Wudang Twins!" Everyone present looked at it and immediately talked about it, but they didn't expect to attract so many people, Qingcheng and Wudang were here, which was exciting.

Before they were shocked, someone suddenly said, "Is that the Emei fairy?" ”

Looking back, a woman wearing a white light gauze flowing sleeve skirt walked over, her hands were like soft wattles, her skin was like clotted fat, her collar was like a grub, her teeth were like rhinoceros, and her head was like a moth eyebrow.

No powder, but like clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.

I saw her strolling around, standing straight on the other side of Han Wenxuan, as pure and elegant as the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, really like a fairy rhyme without dust, and a magnolia with ice muscles.

"Little brother, you're a little heavy! It's too much!" Murong Qingyun said lightly, she saw everything just now.

In an instant, the audience fell into a strange atmosphere, not boiling, nor quiet, indescribably dull.

My God, Qingcheng Sixiu, Wudang Twins, Emei Immortal, the most outstanding young heroes in the Chinese martial arts world, are all gathered together, is this the final battle of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Association?

As for Han Wenxuan in the middle of the field, the bold and reckless teenager seemed to be ignored by them, as if he was a dead man.

"Are you talking about me?" Han Wenxuan's indifferent face twitched slightly, and he said disdainfully: "If so, then Emperor Ben will mention two words, first, you watched things happen, have you ever stopped them?" Second, this guy is ruthless, if it weren't for Emperor Ben's mastery, he would have been wronged by him!"

In an instant, the air in the audience froze, whether it was those arrogant sons of heaven or ordinary martial artists, all of them were moved by this young man.

That's right! He was right! It was Jingyuan who spoke out, it was Jingyuan who made fatal moves, and it was he who chased after him.

It's just that the fists in this world are reasonable, and on this Qingcheng Mountain, the Qingcheng faction is reasonable!

"I remember that there is a saying in Huaxia, how to say it! Oh! That's right! When the watch also has to set up a memorial arch, it is just right to describe you!"

The words were not shocking, Han Wenxuan really shocked everyone, and so simply tore the tables of this group of famous factions to pieces, and even the inside was dragged out of most of it.

"Bastard!" When Murong Qingyun heard this, his face immediately turned red and even bruised, full of anger, as if he had been poked in the heart.

That's right! At the beginning, she was watching a play, and even watched Jingyuan kill her, but she was indifferent, because she didn't want to make friends with Qingcheng for a lonely and unknown teenager.

can be as proud as her, the first person in the Emei small character generation, Murong Qingyun, known as the fairy, how could she allow herself to be exposed?

"I don't know what is dead or alive, and I still haven't forgotten to help Fairy Murong!" Ling Hu Yun sneered.

He was already holding back the fire in his belly, coupled with a little affection for Emei Immortal, the anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, exploding in an instant, without saying a word, the void turned into a sword and slashed towards Han Wenxuan.

This sword shook the audience, the cold light was shining, and the edge was exposed, gathering the internal strength of Ling Hu Yun's whole body, how fierce.

Zizizizi!

The sword light cut through the air, and in an instant, he came to Han Wenxuan, like a peerless murderer, how terrifying.

Everyone around them retreated one after another, turning into a strong grandmaster and killing people in the air, it was by no means a joke, the strength turned into a sword, the lethality was very strong, and if it was touched, at least it would be broken hands and feet.

Such an earth-shattering power can be seen Ling Hu Yun's ferocity, under a sword, even ordinary strength does not dare to take it casually.

"Oh my God, isn't this Wudang's most ferocious true martial arts sword technique?"

"Yes, I heard that this sword technique is hidden deep in the Wudang Dharma Pavilion, and it is easy not to teach the apprentice, but I didn't expect it to be learned by him. ”

Before the sword arrived, the qi came first, and the cold and murderous aura came, and everyone changed color.

But Han Wenxuan's face did not change and his heart did not beat, he stood on the ground, without the slightest intention of dodging, and suddenly his whole body was shaken, and his momentum changed, just like an ancient evil beast, fierce and powerful!

"Mole ants!"

Suddenly, a big fist appeared in front of everyone's eyes, there was no trace of strength on it, and there was nothing special to see.

"Bang!"

It was such an ordinary, featureless punch that smashed on Ling Huyun's body, and no one saw it, how did he get to Ling Huyun's side.

"Ahh

Immediately afterwards, Han Wenxuan's body moved, like a fierce tiger, his whole body was agitated, and the surrounding sounds were rustling, like a heavenly might, appearing in everyone's hearts.

"Boom!" A blood-colored fist shadow slammed into the sword light, instantly making a loud sound that shook the sky and the earth, as if the air had been blown up.

The sword light that condensed the strength of Ling Hu Yun's whole body collided with the blood-colored fist shadow, it was like a meteorite hitting the earth, and an earth-shattering torrent burst out, and the air flow scattered out, forcing the surrounding people to retreat one after another.

"Bastard!" Ling Hu Yun, who was knocked away by an earth-shattering force, barely stabilized his body, his face turned pale, and a wave of anger rolled up from his chest, as if he didn't feel the pain around him at all.

How can a rookie in martial arts be defeated in public? What a shame is this?

In an instant, his face became very hideous, and a trace of blood flowed from his forehead, like a Shura crawling out of hell, full of murderous aura.

"Damn it! I can't spare you!" Ling Hu Yun shouted angrily, and suddenly his feet exploded with strength, killing towards Han Wenxuan.