In addition to the few human immortals who have appeared, there are still three immortal realms and twenty-one human immortal realms hidden in the depths of Jinyuan Gate, which is already somewhat unexpected by Zhang Qing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Trouble, if you don't make up your mind, I'm going to be here today. ”

His heart tightened slightly, and Zhang Qing had already raised his mind.

These sword cultivators who appeared from the hidden cultivation were almost all the same, with moon-white robes, simple hairpins, and sword intent all over their bodies, as if they could draw their swords at any time to shock the sky.

Especially the three immortals, each of their faces was as indifferent as ice, and only a trace of anger could be seen in their eyes.

"Who are you?"

The voice was flat, and the Immortal Realm Sword Cultivator at the head asked, as if he didn't see everything in front of him, just simply asked.

However, this is by no means his true attitude, Zhang Qing can faintly feel the anger he hides under the calm, like an extinct volcano that is about to erupt, and after a long silence, it will be an even more violent eruption.

Although he knew the danger ahead, Zhang Qing was not moved at all, and in the face of a group of hateful eyes, he raised his head and said proudly: "Hundred Absolute Qingyunzi." ”

The name was unfamiliar, at least this sword cultivator hadn't heard of it, but it didn't matter.

"Where did it come from?"

At this time, the slightest killing intent had already spread from Jian Xiu's body.

"A gift for you!"

"These?"

Jian Xiu stretched out his hand and swiped it, and all he saw were broken walls, dead and wounded.

The people behind him couldn't suppress the surging killing intent, and one after another divine thoughts firmly locked Zhang Qing, and the next moment was a stormy blow.

"No," Zhang Qing was still not moved, as if the others did not exist, and then threw out the black cloth bag in his hand.

Not feeling any danger, Jian Xiu took the cloth bag and slowly opened it.

A shriveled and hideous head caught his eyes, and some of the remaining breath shook his heart.

Raising his head again, his eyes were already narrowing: "What do you mean?"

Sword cultivation, the door is still strong, he will naturally not be timid, as long as Zhang Qing threatens, he will be slashed out with a sword.

"Kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys!"

As expected, Zhang Qing was really so threatening.

"Hahaha!" Jian Xiu suddenly raised his head and laughed, then grabbed the head in the bag, and said in a cold tone: "What a chicken, what a big hand." But my monkey is not so easy to scare, so I'd better leave your life alone!"

Throwing away the head of the Ghost Spirit True Monarch casually, Jian Xiu no longer concealed his killing intent, and his beard fluttered with killing intent.

"Come on!" Zhang Qing lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice: "Since you don't like this sacrifice, let's use more blood to pay tribute!"

What to worship?

Everybody knows it.

"The old man Jin Jian Zhenjun, who has been crisscrossing the Southern Regions for 5,000 years, has not seen a rampant person like your generation, today I will come to see your confidence and presence. ”

The Golden Sword True Monarch, holding the sword weapon in his hand, his beard was flying, and a tragic momentum arose.

The golden sword, as the name suggests, is the most suitable attribute for sword cultivation.

So you can imagine how strong the attack power of the Golden Sword True Monarch is, not only that, as a veteran True Monarch, he is already extremely familiar with the combat mode at this level.

It's just that compared to Zhang Qing, all his rules are pinned on a golden sword.

It's just that single-mindedness doesn't mean being strong, although it's not a sword cultivator, but Zhang Qing also has a lot of energy poured into the sword, and when he saw the arrival of the Golden Sword True Monarch, he was not to be outdone, and he greeted him directly.

The golden sword, take its sharpness, and move forward.

Kill the demon, take its thickness, and sink vigorously.

The two clashed, one was a typical sword cultivator, and the other was biased towards the magic sword stream.

The final result is that there is no distinction between the top and the bottom, or Zhang Qing is better.

Jin Jian Zhenjun's brows furrowed, he knew the strength of the enemy, but he didn't expect that he was not an opponent, although it seemed to be evenly divided, but the defense of the sword cultivation was not comparable to the opponent, and it was almost certain that it would be delayed, and the one who was defeated was him.

And the most important thing is that he has already seen that the other party is not a sword cultivator, and the meaning of this is a little different.

"Together!"

At this time, he was not a pedantic person, and did not insist on fighting alone, but immediately called out to others.

If he faced sword cultivation, he might fight hard, but at this time, there is no doubt that hatred is greater than others, and it is nothing to bully more or less.

"Good!"

The other two True Monarchs were all his apprentices, and the human immortals were also his apprentices, so there was no disobedience at all, and they made a move as soon as possible.

"It's good to come!"

Seeing the people surrounding him, Zhang Qing was not afraid at all, but his fighting spirit was high, he no longer made any reservations, and began to exude his strength wantonly.

The powerful and violent power boiled, and the flames filled the entire heaven and earth, and the radius of hundreds of miles was all shrouded in fire clouds, this is the power of the fairy realm, which can destroy mountains and rivers with one hand and one foot.

With full firepower, the entire Jinyuan Sword Sect was all under Zhang Qing's influence, and even a few sword cultivators from the Immortal Realm were suppressed in an instant.

The sharp sword intent was vigorous, but he couldn't break through the obstacles, but he barely managed to ensure the stability of his body under the suppression.

At this time, the true monarch of the Jin Yuan Sword Sect really changed color, which was almost impossible for the true monarch to do, suppressing the three of the same rank with his own strength, and in a trance they thought that they were facing a true immortal.

"Calm down!" Suddenly, the Golden Sword True Monarch roared: "This fang is only profound, and it has not yet broken through the True Monarch realm. ”

After being shouted by this, a few people came back to their senses, and only after a careful taste did they find the stubble.

Yes, although the person in front of him is powerful, he is only a true monarch after all, although he has a profound background, but he is not invincible.

Any character who is immersed in the realm of the True Monarch understands that the foundation can only determine the height that a person reaches, but when standing at the same level, the foundation is not the decisive factor.

What can really win or lose absolutely is the collision of each other's avenues, and the understanding of the Tao is where the gap between each other lies.

This point, the true monarch of the Jin Yuan Sword Sect understands, and even those human immortals understand it.

This is the importance of inheritance, with the exploration of predecessors, they have to avoid countless detours. If you don't want to be a ghost and a true monarch, you don't know this, so you die very aggrieved.

It's just that the idea is good, but they don't understand that the gap between Zhang Qing and them is not only the background, but even the understanding of the Tao is not at the same level.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly delusional to want to win easily by relying on the number of people, and it will take one game to really distinguish the winner and loser.

Will the number win, or will the Tao win?

It feels so good to be wanton, there is no need to suppress the power, Zhang Qing only feels that the world is vast.

"Come on! ”

His hands were outstretched, and there was a rare look of rebelliousness on his face.

(To be continued.) )