These four purple-shirted martial artists, and the cultivation of the other three are all above the double of the Blood Sect, only this sword-wielding martial artist with the most arrogant tone is only the first heavy of the Blood Sect, so how can Yi Qiu put up with him?

The purple-shirted warrior with the sword was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "A seven-fold martial artist with a blood soul actually wants to compete with me one-on-one, I don't know where you got this confidence." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Yi Qiu said expressionlessly: "Don't talk nonsense, I only ask you if you dare or not!"

The purple-shirted warrior holding the sword flashed his eyes and said, "Boy, since you are looking for death yourself, I will fulfill you, brothers, you just watch from the sidelines, and leave this waste to me to deal with." ”

Seeing this scene, the other three purple-shirted warriors naturally did not object, after all, with the cultivation of the sword-wielding martial artist, killing Yi Qiu was more than enough, they only needed to watch the show on the sidelines.

The figure of the purple-shirted warrior fell to the ground, holding a bronze sword, and walked towards Yi Qiu, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "Today, I will see what the so-called White Tiger Descendant is capable of." ”

After the purple-shirted warrior finished speaking, his figure rushed out in an instant, and instantly appeared on Yi Qiu's head, and the bronze sword dragged out a brilliant sword ray, slashing towards Yi Qiu.

"So fast!"

Yi Qiu had already taken precautions, and immediately dodged away, and at the same time pulled out the Wind Thunder Sword, which was extremely fast and slashed out three Wind Blade Sword Qi.

"Wind Ripper!"

The three swords were combined, and the wind blade instantly became huge, spinning and blasting towards the purple-shirted warrior, but a touch of contempt flashed in the purple-shirted warrior's eyes, and it seemed that he didn't put Yi Qiu's wind blade sword qi in his eyes at all, standing in place and not dodging or dodging, until the huge wind blade was about to slash at him, he stabbed forward.

The sword pierced through the wind blade in an instant!

"Hmph, this is your swordsmanship, and the power is too bad......"

The corner of the purple-shirted warrior's mouth just showed a smile, but he didn't expect that the wind blade that was pierced by the sword light burst open in an instant, and suddenly turned into an astonishing storm, sweeping all around, and his figure was swallowed in an instant.

Yi Qiu smiled faintly, tearing the wind and splitting the blade, not only was it extremely sharp, but the most terrifying thing was the sword qi storm that exploded at the end, and the tearing power was probably difficult for even the strongest people of the Blood Sect to bear.

Sure enough, after the sword qi storm dissipated, the purple shirt on the sword-wielding warrior's body was all shattered, even the inner armor on his body was shattered, and sword marks appeared on his skin, stained with blood, although he was not seriously injured, but he was also embarrassed.

The purple-shirted warrior, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was distorted, and his expression was extremely hideous, obviously on the verge of going berserk.

You must know that he is a strong man of the Blood Sect, and he is also the leader of the imperial guard of the Northern Jin Dynasty! With his strength, he should have easily crushed this person, but where did he think that instead of killing this person in three moves, he was so embarrassed by this guy's sword! If this was spread, what face would he have as the leader of the guards?

At this moment, the three Northern Jin Dynasty warriors who were watching the show in mid-air were also taken aback, and their eyes looking at Yi Qiu were no longer as disdainful as before, but a little more surprised.

"This kid's swordsmanship is a bit powerful, he can release three sword qi at a time, which is not something that ordinary people can do. ”

"Hmph, after all, he has the blood of the White Tiger in his body, and it is not a strange thing to be different, Xia Hai is still a little too underestimated. ”

"It doesn't matter, the result of what this kid does will only anger Xia Hai, and in this way, he will only die worse than before!"

Although the sword-wielding purple-shirted martial artist suffered a loss, the other three Northern Jin Dynasty martial artists were not too worried, in their opinion, Yi Qiu would never be able to beat the sword-wielding martial artist.

The sword-wielding warrior's eyes swelled with awe-inspiring killing intent, and he looked at Yi Qiu: "Hmph, I didn't expect your sword qi to be so weird, but it doesn't matter, your sword skills are like this at most, and I haven't used my true strength yet." ”

Yi Qiu said expressionlessly: "Really, then let me see what your real strength is, whether it is as powerful as you say!"

"Look for death!"

The sword-wielding warrior was furious, holding the bronze sword with one hand, his body was bowed, the sword was shining, and the person and the sword became one in an instant, and he immediately rushed forward and stabbed towards Yi Qiu.

"Man and sword are one!"

This sword came extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the sword blade had already appeared in front of Yi Qiu, but Yi Qiu's reaction was also very fast, and on the side of his body, he couldn't dodge the sword from time to time, but the sharp sword wind still left a blood mark on his face, it is conceivable that if he dodged one step later, he would probably have died here at this moment.

Although the sword-wielding warrior missed, he was not angry, but laughed cruelly: "Boy, you lost!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword-wielding warrior's other palm, bent his fingers into claws, grabbed towards Yi Qiu like lightning.

"Aquila Claw!

"You are the one who died!"

Seeing the sword-wielding warrior's palm grabbing towards him, Yi Qiu's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "White Tiger Immortal Killer Finger!"

In an instant, Yi Qiu took out three fingers in a row, and the whole action was done in one go, shaped like flowing water, fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, three white fingers burst out, facing the palm that was grabbed!

Just heard a pop, three fingers converged into one, describing a white sharp arrow, which instantly penetrated from the palm of the sword-wielding warrior, and then stabbed towards the sword-wielding warrior's eyebrows, so close to the distance, the sword-wielding warrior had no way to dodge, and the eyebrows were also pierced by the white tiger's immortal fingers, leaving a shocking blood hole.

Bright red blood gushed out from the blood hole, and before the sword-wielding warrior knew what was happening, the whole person stiffened, and fell to the ground with a bang, before he died, his eyes were not closed, as if he could never understand why Yi Qiu's finger power could kill him.

When such a scene appeared, the crowd around them suddenly boiled.

"Damn, it's not that I'm dazzled, Yi Qiu actually killed the Blood Sect martial artist. ”

"What's this, don't you know that Yi Qiu even killed Jiang Yu to death, let alone the person in front of him. ”

"yes, it's impossible for others, but for Yi Qiu, a pervert, it seems that anything can happen. ”

At this moment, the three Northern Jin Dynasty martial artists in mid-air were completely stunned, they never thought that as a sword-wielding martial artist of the Blood Sect, they would be killed by a martial artist of the Blood Soul Realm, and the fingering martial art that this guy used just now, what kind of martial art is it and how is it so powerful! I'm afraid that even the double martial artist of the Blood Sect may not be able to easily block it!

"Hehe, sure enough, he is a descendant of the White Tiger, and he does have some skills, thanks to General Ben's personal arrival, otherwise these wastes may not be able to kill you!"

As a voice came, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air, one of them was a middle-aged man wearing a purple shirt, and the falcon totem of the Northern Jin Dynasty was painted on his chest.

Yi Qiu felt an unprecedented oppression from this middle-aged man's body, like a mountain that he couldn't shake at all, across his head, pressing him almost hard.

Yi Qiu's pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "Blood King is strong!"