Qing Ming was completely suppressed by Wang Luo, who had swallowed the "Spirit Devouring Pill" and cultivated to skyrocket, and if it continued to be consumed like this, it would not be a good result for Qing Ming.

Every time the spiritual power is released, it will be absorbed without a trace.

Wang Luo hit the ground with a palm, and the rubble flew everywhere, and Qing Ming was once again affected by his palm power.

"Boy, you better be obediently restrained!" Wang Luo's smug voice came from the air. Qing Ming looked at Wang Luo who was running towards him again at this time, retracted all his thoughts, pulled out the Qing Ming sword on his body, and waved it away at Wang Luo unceremoniously, a sword light galloped close to the ground, and Wang Luo on the opposite side didn't expect Qing Ming to make a move, and hurriedly retreated to defense.

Qing Ming took the initiative to attack at the right time, this time he also waved the blade in his hand unreservedly and swept towards Wang Luo's weakness, even if Wang Luo's current cultivation has reached the state of the Great Perfection of a lower-level martial artist, but in the face of the formation of sword swinging like rain, he began to be unable to parry.

Wang Luo himself was seriously injured twice, and now he has forcibly improved his cultivation, his body has already exceeded the load, and his physical strength has decreased faster than Qing Ming.

Feeling the changes in his body, Wang Luo cursed secretly in his heart, and after dodging Qing Ming's attack, he said to the entourage around him: "Everyone go together!

After saying that, he retreated in the crowd to recover his strength, and the entourage that followed Wang Luo pounced on them one by one like hungry wolves seeing sheep after hearing the words of their master. The allure of the Yipin Spirit Pill is too great for them, not only the warriors of the Wang family are red, but even the people watching the excitement on the side also want to share a piece of the soup, but the reason in their hearts still makes them stop.

In the face of the warriors who were surrounded from all directions, all Qing Ming could do now was to kill as many as he could. Feeling that the spiritual power in the body was gradually exhausted, and the physical strength had reached the limit, Qing Ming secretly thought in his heart that he couldn't drag it any longer, his toes were a little in the air, his whole body jumped up, and the Qing Ming Sword in his hand was waving in the void.

"Three thousand zhang cold!" One after another, the sword qi rushed towards the crowd below like an alien object.

"It's ......"

"Sword Domain... First Sword Domain!!"

"Oh my God, he's also a master of kendo."

"Martial arts cultivation, kendo master, dual cultivation of martial arts and kendo, genius!!"

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"It seems that the Wang family is going to touch the nail this time!"

"The potential of a teenager should not be underestimated, and he has reached such a powerful state at such a young age"

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The scene boiled again, and some people could see at a glance that the sword domain contained in Qing Ming's move just now was the sword domain pursued by even kendo people. The sword domain is divided into nine layers, the nine levels are full, and the party is the great achievement, don't look at it is just a small ninefold, each weight of the improvement can be described as crossing heaven and earth, and the difficulty is not pressed in the realm of martial arts.

Kendo is an obscure field that originally belonged to the category of martial arts, but due to its unfathomable profundity, it gradually developed and formed an independent field, and cultivating kendo requires not only the foundation of martial arts, but also innate understanding. If martial arts is a threshold, kendo is an independent world within this threshold, and it can be seen that those who can practice kendo are all amazing and glamorous.

Seeing the warriors of the Wang family fall one after another, Wang Luo's face was both envy and jealousy, why is this young man even stronger than himself, and he still has development in swordsmanship.

"Damn, this man will die!"

After seeing Qing Ming's talent, Wang Luo must take down Qing Ming no matter what means he uses, and if he can't use it for me, he will be punished. A serpent-like look flashed in his eyes again, and Wang Luo quietly hid in the crowd and moved in the direction of Qing Ming.

At this moment, a girl in the crowd saw the disappeared Wang Luo, anxious, looking for his traces everywhere.

The situation in the field gradually became clearer, under Qing Ming's sword, no one could escape his blade, and when the last person fell, Qing Ming couldn't support it, and barely used his sword to support his body.

Just as Qing Ming was gasping for breath, a person quietly walked behind him, took advantage of his inattention, raised the sharp blade in his hand, and bit him like a poisonous snake.

"Qing Ming! Watch your back!"

A voice came out anxiously from the crowd behind him, saying that it was too late and that it was too fast, Qing Ming picked up the Qing Ming Sword in his hand and blocked it backwards.

"Bell!", the Qing Ming Sword blocked the blow of the incoming person, but because it was too sudden, Qing Ming's entire body flew upside down.

Wang Luo saw that the offensive failed, his face was even more angry, and when he looked back, it was Han Piao who had escaped.

"Damn!" After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Qing Ming, but sped away in the direction of Han Piao. Han Piao saw Wang Luo galloping towards him, and wanted to escape quickly, but the speed was not as fast as one-tenth of Wang Luo's.

"Die!" Wang Luo's face was hideous, and he used the "Shattered Sky Palm" to attack Han Piao directly.

Han Piao was also desperate at this time, in the face of a martial artist's full blow, how could his little warrior be able to withstand it, thinking of this, his face turned pale for a while. Han Piao could feel the approach of the palm wind behind him, and closed his eyes in despair.

Silence, silence in the audience.

The imaginary palm power did not come, and in curiosity, Han Piao couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see Wang Luo's eyes wide, and a cyan saber inserted in his chest, he maintained the posture of palming, and the palm of his hand was about to touch himself.

Han Piao sat on the ground in a daze, and Wang Luo's face was also unbelievable at this time, and he really lay down towards the ground, Han Piao hurriedly dodged when he saw this.

"Second Miss, it's okay!"

only heard a voice coming from behind Wang Luo, Han Piao fixed his eyes and saw that it was Qing Ming, so frightened that she threw herself into Qing Ming's arms and cried bitterly.

"Ahem!"

Qing Ming coughed a few times in pain, Han Piao realized that Qing Ming was injured all over his body, and he was also afraid that he was still holding Qing Ming with his hands just now, his face turned red, he quickly let go of his hands, took a few steps back and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay! Let's go, Wang Luo is dead, and the Wang family's pursuers are coming" As he spoke, he walked to Wang Luo's side and pulled out the Qingying sword, and the word 'Shen' on the sword was clearly visible. Qing Ming took out a rag from his body, wiped off the blood stains in it, and staggered forward, Han Piao saw this and hurriedly went up to help him. Everywhere Qing Ming went, the crowd took the initiative to get out of the way, and everyone looked at the white-clothed young man tremblingly, their faces full of fear.

"Wang Luo, this is what you asked for...... Juan'er, I'm sorry I broke my agreement with you!"

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