It is said that Fan Gang is crazy enough, and he oppresses Leng Qiu with his strength.

But Leng Qiu was mader than him, and felt that the inner disciples were not enough, and he had to continue to deal with the feat of the outer disciples.

For a moment, the scene became silent again.

The madness of the cold autumn, unscrupulous, unfathomable, deeply shocked everyone.

They don't know how to describe it!

As if he was intimidated, there was no disciple to talk, Leng Qiu couldn't help but have a look of sarcasm on his face, and raised his voice and snorted:

"You just said that I was victorious, what do you want to say?"

Leng Qiu pointed to the two female disciples who were standing not far from the Ninth Princess, and then pointed to the inner disciples who hated him, and asked in a cold voice:

"Didn't you say you wanted to settle accounts with me? Why don't you come up? Aren't you Qu Youlan's suitors? Get out!"

At this moment, the cold autumn is domineering, scolding Fang Xuan, pointing out the country, and it is impossible to live.

Point out all the enemies, and force them to come up.

"Senior Brother Leng, we are wrong, we shouldn't tell right and wrong, we shouldn't talk nonsense, please let us go!

The faces of the two female disciples fell, and after a little hesitation, they both knelt down and kowtowed directly to ask for sin.

Killing twenty-three people in a row, if they don't kneel down to apologize and admit their mistakes, they will definitely die if they don't come out today!

"We ...... Senior brother, we know our mistakes, and we will never dare in the future!"

More than a dozen inner disciples who came out of the country all knelt down in the dust.

His voice trembled, and he apologized again and again.

has waxy lips and wants to defend two sentences, but he doesn't know what to say at all, so he can only admit his mistakes.

But some people were not afraid of him, raised their weapons, and rushed to the ring.

They are also inner disciples, and they are besieged, how can they be afraid?

In an instant, there were six more people around Leng Qiu, and he became eleven inner disciples.

However, to everyone's surprise, he was still not satisfied, and suddenly yelled:

"Nie Renfeng, Wang Sheng, where is it, get up for me and die!"

In a word, once again people feel that he is strong and domineering, and he is fearless.

Finally, many True Disciples, Core Disciples, all eyes were focused on him. You must know that Fan Gang is ready to participate in the assessment of the masters of the True Transmission disciples, and he is still not afraid.

Wang Sheng is also a disciple who wants to participate in the assessment, and he is very powerful.

but he will kill them all.

When Nie Feng heard this, he jumped directly into the ring, unfolded the gilded broadsword, and said with an angry face: "Boy, I'll kill you!"

In fact, my ass was aching faintly, and my heart was full of anger.

"The revenge of killing your brother is not shared with the sky! When you win, you should take your dog's life!"

Wang Sheng boasted of his identity, stood below, and did not come up.

But his voice was full of anger, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Leng Qiu swept over the people around him, his face suddenly became extremely cold, and he yelled:

"Be my enemy, there is only one end, death!"

With a roar, he suddenly moved.

"Bang!"

The frost sword in his hand was unsheathed, like a flash of lightning, flickering in the void, shocking people's hearts.

"It's another sneak attack, I've been waiting for you for a long time!

Someone heard the sound of drawing a sword, suddenly yelled, and rushed forward.

The huge crescent shovel in his hand smashed towards Leng Qiu.

"Kill!"

Almost instantly, eleven people roared in unison, raised their weapons together, and rushed towards Leng Qiu.

Only the Seven Princes, holding their own identities, stood aside and watched coldly.

Or so to speak, look for an opportunity and kill with one hit!

The eyes of everyone in the audience fell on the forty-meter-square ring, staring at the cold autumn in the crowd.

There were just twenty-three outer disciples, and they didn't even have a chance to make a move.

Now, the eleven inner disciples are shooting together, and their strength has increased more than a hundred times, depending on how he is.

In an instant, more than 300 misty wickers appeared in the middle of the ring, as if bathed in a fresh breeze, fluttering around.

Leng Qiu used a huge strength of 90,000 jin to drive the Qingfeng Fuliu Sword that the outer disciples could use.

Anyone who saw it was shocked.

Beyond the Ninefold, Three Hundred and Sixty Swords!

It has reached the limit of the Frost Sword, and no matter how much it is, it will not be able to adapt to it, and it will turn into pieces.

Terrible!

Terrible!

Perverted!

Exaggeration!

Everyone's hearts were full of shock to him!

No one would waste time cultivating a basic sword technique to such an extent.

In the mist of smoke and rain, endless willow leaves flew, and frost swords and many weapons collided fiercely.

"Dangdangdang......"

In an instant, fragments of various weapons flew around.

The Seven Princes standing in the ring, their eyes narrowed slightly, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in their hands kept swinging away the flying weapon fragments, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Puff, puff......"

Before he could make any moves, a series of body-piercing sounds rang out.

The movements of the eleven people all stopped, and they stopped in the smoke-filled willow leaves, and the blood on their bodies fell to the ground after a poignant trace.

They still maintained an attacking stance, but they could no longer move.

His eyes gradually drifted, and his body trembled.

The willow leaves dissipated, and Leng Qiu appeared outside the crowd, almost sticking to Fan Gang's face, staring at him.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The sound of a series of weapons falling to the ground rang out.

"Uh......h

The moment the weapon fell, the screams of eleven people finally pierced people's eardrums, and it sounded goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Puff knock! puff knock......"

Their strong physique, strong will, and running true qi have become the source of delaying death and enduring boundless fear and suffering.

In the end, they all fell in a pool of blood in the ring, their muscles twitching uncontrollably, and gradually lost their breath.

How many people, obviously have no grudges, but they meet each other in life and death.

Leng Qiu didn't have any mercy, only one sentence, he deserved it!

If he is not strong, the result is that he lies on the ground, waiting to die in pain!

Quiet!

There was silence around the ring.

Even the entire square became silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Leng Qiu.

I have never seen anyone so baptized.

Others, all alone, he has to challenge a group, and finally win.

Crazy, insolent, crazy!

Or so to speak, the strong, ignoring all of them!

The ninth princess licked her lips, trembling all over, and muttered:

"This is the cultivation of a true disciple, right?"

The last time they met, he was only assessing the outer disciples, and after five days, no one could stop him?

I offended an amazing person!

The two female disciples were shaking all over.

"With such strength, it is Senior Sister Qu Youlan who has climbed high!"

That's all there is to mind!

Many of the inner disciples who had just questioned him retreated a few steps back, their eyes flustered, looking for a way out.

They knew deep down that this time they had hit the giant peak, and their heads were bleeding.

The five elders on the viewing platform nodded slightly, and the more exaggerated their performance, the more they liked it.

In the silence, Fan Gang, the Seventh Prince, asked coldly:

"You could have killed them with a single sword, so why should you let them suffer so much?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the cold autumn five meters away, full of evil spirits.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Waiting to die in agony?

What is this going to do in cold autumn?

Why is it so cruel?