Whining.

A voice that didn't match well also came from the crowd, and a snow-white beast rolled over with a grunt, lying on Ling Zhi's feet, and dragged excitedly.

Picking up the little beast, Ling Zhi rubbed its head with some longing.

His eyes faintly turned to the direction of the Heavenly Tower, and he sighed that these two were really exactly the same, except for the size.

The second elder was direct, and he was the first to rush out.

Behind Jian Li, a strong man of the Jian family, who was also on the third floor of the artistic conception, rushed out and fought with him.

In a moment, the five elders of the fallen leaves were all intercepted by the five artistic conceptions of the other party and entangled together.

"The Great Elder, the Fourth Elder, the Great Elder is a mid-stage powerhouse, and I heard that he is stronger than the Sect Master. There was a fallen leaf disciple below who asked in a low voice.

"Zhou Xuanqing, are you really so obsessed, now that the five of you are standing here, how can you stop me and others?" Jian Li spoke, his expression was indifferent, and his tone became cold.

They didn't want to fight with the Fallen Leaf Sect, it was a mortal enemy, and no one could ignore the Fallen Leaf Sect's counterattack and revenge.

But they didn't expect that the other party didn't even know if Ling Zhi got something, and they weren't sure, but they made such a decisive move.

It seems that even if it weren't Ling Zhi, it was any Fallen Leaf disciple, they would do the same.

When did the cohesion of the Fallen Leaf Sect become so strong?

Even if it is a member of their family who is related by blood, the younger generation, compared with the interests of the family, it is said that they will give up, as long as the interests are big enough.

The five of them are all fourth-layer artistic conceptions, even if the Qian family's head Feng is not strong in combat power, he is also a strong man in the fourth-layer realm, what can Zhou Xuanqing do with his own strength?

Today's Xuanzhou, in the middle of the artistic conception, is already at the peak of combat power, except for those who are old and immortal and don't know that they are still alive, any of them can walk sideways.

"War is just one word, where is so much nonsense. Zhou Xuanqing snorted coldly.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, if you don't fight, you will get out!" In the distance, high in the air, the second elder actually had time to pay attention here, and shouted from afar, and his voice roared like thunder.

Several of their elders didn't seem to be too worried about Zhou Xuanqing.

"Apprentice, let me show you today whether I, as a master, am qualified enough. Zhou Xuanqing smiled proudly and turned his back to Ling Zhidao.

"Fallen leaf disciple listen to the order, retreat!" he shouted loudly, where is there still a little unreliable. Rumble!

A breath that was stronger than everyone in the audience burst out from Zhou Xuanqing.

And this breath continues to strengthen.

It seems to be endless.

Not to be outdone, the five of them exuded all their soul power to confront the aura on Zhou Xuanqing's body. Rumble!

With a roaring sound, the faces of the five people turned white, and the breath on Zhou Xuanqing's body had actually climbed to the fifth layer of artistic conception.

And under their horrified gaze, it is still climbing!

Rumble!

The five of them took a step back in unison.

Only then did the aura on Zhou Xuanqing's body stabilize, and it actually reached the point of the sixth layer of artistic conception!

As soon as he stepped on his feet, Zhou Xuanqing's hair was flying, his eyes were not cloudy, and a sharp breath burst out from him.

The sword is unsheathed and unstoppable.

The spiritual energy within a radius of 100 zhang condensed one after another, and with Zhou Xuanqing's wave of his hand, this compressed huge spiritual power exploded through the air and rushed towards Wang Hong.

Wang Hong's face was solemn, and he also condensed the spiritual power around him and fought against it.

Hum.

With a muffled snort, he retreated under his feet, brushed the ground, and retreated a few feet.

Apparently unable to withstand this blow.

Bang.

The condensed spiritual power in front of him was defeated, and Zhou Xuanqing's condensed attack continued to rush towards him.

Bang.

In the distance, several attacks rushed out from his side, and Jian Li and the others made a move to stop Zhou Xuanqing's attack.

The battle between the strong in the middle of the artistic conception is terrifying.

Mobilize the spiritual power of this heaven and earth at every turn, and attack the enemy with ease.

This kind of attack is beyond the comprehension of a physical realm martial artist, and no matter how extraordinary your physical body is, it can't match the power of the spiritual power of this heaven and earth.

"How could you break through so quickly, we fought against each other a few years ago and we all had the same strength, none of the five of us has broken through so far, how can you break through two layers in a row at once!" Wang Hong was hit by this blow, he didn't want to believe this fact, and he couldn't believe it.

"Idiot. Zhou Xuanqing looked at him with disdain, with a look of disdain.

"Since you broke through the Heavenly Tower, when have you ever been in parallel with me? When have you caught up with my cultivation realm? A few years ago, when you felt that you were equal to my realm, you came to fight with me one by one. Zhou Xuanqing's face was full of disdain, and his words were full of confidence, "I just don't want to devote myself to cultivation, do you really think that I'm like you, and it's likely that I'll stop here for the rest of my life?"

While speaking, Zhou Xuanqing and the five powerhouses fought together again.

Although his own strength is higher than that of any one person, after all, they are all in the middle of the artistic conception, especially the five people are the heads of each family, and they are all the best of the best, and now with all their efforts, they have a faint upper hand.

Bang.

Dozens of rounds later, Zhou Xuanqing seized the opportunity and made a decisive move, slapping a large hand of several zhang aura towards Jian Li.

Seeing that the rescue was too late, several other people shifted their targets one after another and joined forces to attack Zhou Xuanqing.

wants to surround Wei to save Zhao.

Who knew that Zhou Xuanqing still shot and resisted their joint attack.

Rumble.

The aura slapped with his big hand, and as soon as Pu touched it, he smashed Jian Li's blockade and slapped it straight into the ground, leaving a deep pit.

Burst.

But after receiving this blow, Zhou Xuanqing also coughed up a mouthful of blood and paid a lot of price.

"Sect Master!" everyone shouted anxiously, their eyes showing concern.

Zhou Xuanqing was obviously worried that the time would drag on for too long, the soul power would be consumed too much, and it would be consumed by the five people together, so he would attack rashly, otherwise it would not be easy for the five people to hurt him.

The five elders of the artistic conception made a strong move, wanting to quickly solve the opponent and go to help, but in the early stage of the same artistic conception, how weak and weak it was, and they couldn't get out for a while.

"Bastard, the bastard of the Great Elder and the Fourth Elder. The third elder Ruan Ruotong shouted even more angrily, not caring at all that there were thousands of fallen leaf disciples underneath.

After Zhou Xuanqing's sudden blow, Jian Li's breath was extremely weak, and several other family masters also became more cautious, entangled Zhou Xuanqing, like a wheel battle, trying to exhaust his soul power.

Just as everyone was paying attention to the battle in the sky, a figure appeared next to a deep pit.

Behind this figure, it was Ye Tingcheng and the others, and at this moment, Jian Aotian, Wang Xuan and the others were confronting each other.

Ye Tingcheng, Tianyi and the others lined up and looked at these disciples of various families coldly.

"What are you going to do?" Jian Aotian asked.

"What are you doing?" Ling Zhi's voice passed over Ye Chengcheng and reached in front of all of them with a cold expression.

Many fallen leaf disciples reacted and looked at it one after another.

Then everyone saw that in the deep pit, Ling Zhi jumped out.

In his hand, he carried a Jian Li, who had been in a coma several times.

"That's the head of my Jian family, how dare you be so presumptuous!" shouted from Jian Aotian's family.

"Didn't he ask me what I was doing," Ling Zhi's expression was extremely cold, Zhou Xuanqing was so eager, wasn't he worried about defeat, worried about him?

Facing Zhou Xuanqing, who was coughing up blood, and facing the old man who was coughing up blood with half of the white hair, the anger in his heart could be imagined.

"Beat your father, what else can I do?" Ling Zhi said with a sly smile.

(End of chapter)