Even if it is a big alliance at this time, it will not be stronger than the Qingjing Sect in terms of the number of martial heroes, but they have a peak powerhouse of martial artists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, in the entire evil world, there are only five martial arts peak powerhouses who are famous all over the world, and it is unlikely that they will make a move easily.

"I didn't expect that the Qingjing Sect would have such a powerful martial artist as Your Excellency, it's really rude!" Mo Feihong said with a gloomy expression. From this point of view, Bai Yujing's death is probably also the result of this person, which seems to be normal.

Feng Mantian snorted coldly, and said lightly: "If you are honest, even if you are a distinguished guest of my Qingjing Sect! If you dare to be rude again, the old man will drive you out!" These words are extremely domineering and arrogant, but they also make people take it for granted.

Mo Feihong's expression changed several times, and finally said with a cruel smile: "I'm afraid that there are not many of your old immortal longevity yuan, where am you afraid of you!"

As he spoke, the palms of his hands suddenly became as hot as flames, doubled in size, and slapped towards the wind.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" the wind shouted angrily, and his palms were entrenched in the dragon, and there were faint waves of water flowing on it to meet it.

The two martial arts powerhouses just made a move directly against each other, without using any fancy martial arts.

"Boom!" the two collided with each other, making an earth-shattering sound. Feng Mantian's face suddenly became extremely pale, but Mo Feihong was purple, which was very terrifying.

Zhuang Yichen's ancestral aperture began to beat continuously, and his divine mind suddenly felt that this was Mo Feihong's weakest moment.

The windy body disappeared in a flash, but at this time, Mo Feihong felt a sense of crisis rising from the bottom of his heart.

Zhuang Yichen's face was full of killing intent, and his soul energy flowed out from the martial hall, and suddenly, his internal strength cultivation climbed from the peak of the martial arts to the middle level of the martial artists.

Then, a cold sword light came out of the sky and slashed towards Mo Feihong.

All this happened very suddenly, and even the extremely martial arts and powerhouses did not react.

After all, Mo Feihong is a middle-level powerhouse of martial arts, and no one dares to take action easily even if he is injured.

"How dare he make a move?

"No, this young master of the Qingjing Sect actually has the cultivation of a martial artist at the middle level, and it is so deeply hidden!"

"Damn, you must find an opportunity to kill him!" At this time, many martial artists at the level of martial artists were secretly circling their thoughts.

It is not uncommon for a mid-level martial artist to be in the martial arts realm, but it is almost impossible to see a second one again for such a young mid-level martial artist.

If he grows up, then the Qingjing Sect will be even more terrifying than the three top sects in the future, and may even dominate the evil realm.

Therefore, whether it is for himself or the sect, he must find a way to strangle this demon as soon as possible.

Zhuang Yichen naturally didn't know that his performance at this time had caused the killing intent of many martial artists, but he didn't care at all, and at this time, he firmly locked Mo Feihong's every move with his divine thoughts.

"How is it possible, how can he have such strong strength?" Mo Feihu felt the cold chill coming from the other party's sword, and the killing intent in his heart rose sharply.

Although he was seriously injured by a hard fight with the wind, Wu Hao's dignity should not be offended. Even if he was desperately injured, he still had to kill this son and then calmly retreat.

"Hmph, give me death! Tonight is your death. Mo Feihong's palms were staggered, as if there were two fire dragons circling and whistling, rushing straight towards Zhuang Yichen.

"Five Elements Technique!" The internal force in Zhuang Yichen's body suddenly turned into cold streams, and then surged out and poured into the Shui Lin Sword.

A sword of cold light and fourteen states!The sky-high sword light rolled into a silver curtain, and directly broke through Mo Feihong's internal force defense, and a puff of bloody liquid flew out with a puff of bloody liquid in one palm.

"Boy, I won't let you go!" Mo Feihong screamed, his body suddenly flew into the air, and he fled away in an instant, leaving only this cruel sentence.

"Without three years, your injuries will definitely not recover, at most it is only the strength of the first level of martial arts!

The martial artists of those martial arts sects were silent at this time, even when Zhuang Yichen's gaze fell on their faces with a provocative meaning, they didn't make any sound.

One move to cut off the palm of a martial arts mid-level powerhouse, even if the other party is already seriously injured, this is too strong.

There is usually only one possibility for a martial artist to be able to damage a martial artist beyond the ranks, and that is that the power of the martial arts is too strong.

I'm afraid it's hard to do ordinary Zhenguo martial arts, in other words...... This is a world-class martial art.

The warriors were both greedy and faintly afraid in their hearts! Today's events seem to be completely prepared by the Qingjing Sect, and there are still many strong people hidden in this quiet and peaceful sect.

Even the two martial powerhouses of the Yuan Shi Palace and the Qingxu Gate changed their faces slightly, realizing that today's plan was actually a miscarriage.

Not to mention that there is one more martial artist in the Qingjing Sect right now, and the combat power of Zhuang Yichen's demon alone may be able to fight against the martial powerhouse.

For a normal martial artist, the combat power of a higher realm is a very difficult gap to make up, unless it is a genius of the demon level.

And it's a pity that now this kind of demon-level genius has appeared, but it is in the Qingjing Sect.

The martial arts level powerhouse is now three against two, plus Feng Mantian and Zhuang Yichen, who don't know how injured they are, Qingjing Sect is already a lot stronger in terms of high-end combat power.

"The Three Star Sect has really suffered a heavy blow!" At this time, another thought flashed through the minds of the martial artists.

Bai Yujing disappeared and died, Mo Feihong was seriously injured and escaped, and only one peak martial artist was left in this top sect.

And he may not dare to leave the Sanxing Sect without permission, after all, he has been in charge of the Evil Realm Martial Arts Sect for thousands of years, and there are countless sects that have taken over grudges.

Once there is no martial hero and strong man in charge, I don't know how many terrible revenge it will incur. And the same is true of the Qingxu Gate and the Yuan Shi Palace.

Mo Feihong's status in the Sanxing Sect is extraordinary, and no one expected to return in the Qingjing Sect this time.

Zhuang Yichen's eyes swept coldly over the faces of the warriors watching the ceremony, but no one dared to look at him, even the two martial arts powerhouses opened their eyes slightly.

And Yang Chuyi was even more fond of it, feeling that fear was constantly amplifying in her heart.

Zhuang Yichen turned around and slowly knelt in the direction of the Patriarch's Palace, Zheng Rongshen said with a smile: "Please be a witness for my Qingjing Sect!"

"Congratulations for the sake of the Sect of Tranquility!" the warriors shouted one after another, and all the voices gathered together and echoed in the main hall of the sect, deafening.

"Keng!" the sound of jade sounded, and Zheng Rongshen immediately shouted solemnly: "The emperor is above, the thick earth is below, and now there is a sect, and the name is pure......

His set of etiquette and singing lyrics have a strong ancient style, which makes the warriors who watch the ceremony unmoved.