Chen Liu pushed away his subordinates behind him in annoyance, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and he glanced Xiao Qiang up and down again, not daring to talk nonsense anymore. 【Reading.com】

Xiao Qiang was stunned, he didn't know why Ding Lanyi said this, and Chen Liu's reaction was so strange.

Ding Lanyi whispered: "When I went to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the master said that you can't provoke Leng Qingxun if you provoke the master, more than ten years ago, Leng Qingxun rushed into the headquarters of the sect inquisition with a sword and killed more than 200 people, very fierce!"

Xiao Qiang was shocked inexplicably, and the scene of Leng Qing looking for a sword to break through and kill a river of blood seemed to appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and his blood began to boil.

Chen Liu had already adjusted, glared at the big man at the end, and asked in a cold voice, "Da Chun, what that girl said, but is it the truth?"

Da Chun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression was more ugly than crying, and he snorted: "Lord Steward, subordinates, subordinates haven't had time to verify, I only know that Xiao Qiang is a registered disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and he was punished by the Discipline Academy a few days ago, and he was demoted from the outer room disciple." ”

Chen Liu's face was pale, and he guessed that it must be Da Chun who took the benefits of the Hou family, so he didn't check it at all, but if it was him, he probably wouldn't take a named disciple to heart.

It's troublesome now, Leng Qingxun's killing god is not something they can afford to provoke, last time someone framed his disciple, he killed more than 200 people, or at the headquarters, if he knew this time......

Chen Liu was sweating coldly, his mind was turning rapidly, his cruel words had already been said before, and he couldn't lose his coercion in front of his subordinates, besides, it was all an old thing more than ten years ago, and the current court was not back then!

Gritting his teeth, Chen Liu seemed to have made up his mind, his face turned cold again, he looked at Xiao Qiang proudly, and said solemnly: "Even if you are a cold-faced Dharma protector's personal disciple, you can't act recklessly, disturb the world, come here, escort Xiao Qiang away for me!"

The twelve subordinates looked at each other, but Da Chun gritted his teeth and took the lead in walking towards Xiao Qiang, and the other eleven people were also emboldened and walked towards Xiao Qiang one after another.

The six white-clothed people are very rare, but the strength of the six black-clothed people is obviously in the Yunling Realm, and at this moment, the coercion is released, and the murderous aura locks on Xiao Qiang, making Xiao Qiang's heart Lingran.

Xiao Qiang gently pushed Ding Lanyi aside, his eyes were cold, and his big hand was tightly clenched on the hilt of the Huoyun Sword.

Chen Liu's color changed suddenly, and he shouted angrily: "Dare to draw a sword against the people in my court, and look for death!" As soon as the words fell, Chen Liu's figure suddenly flashed, and he punched Xiao Qiang.

With a buzz, Xiao Qiang's eardrums trembled violently, his eyes dazzled, and a blue fist shadow was already approaching him, a thin layer of ice quickly froze out of his body, and white frost hung on his eyebrows and hair.

What a fast punch, such a strong cold!

Xiao Qiang didn't have time to think, his stiff body shook strangely, and suddenly circled, like a spinning top.

At the moment when Chen Liu's iron fist was close, an afterimage suddenly peeled off from his rotating body, as if there were two overlapping Xiao Qiang standing there, and then suddenly separated!

Chen Liuyi's punch hit the afterimage, the afterimage was disillusioned, Xiao Qiang jumped to the left like lightning, fell heavily to the ground, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The mouthful of blood on the ground was extremely cold, mixed with fine pieces of ice, and there was a faint cold air bubbling upwards, which made Xiao Qiang afraid for a while.

Chen Liu's killer punch was also shocked, his cold aura obviously locked on Xiao Qiang, and the speed of the punch was extremely fast, Xiao Qiang actually dodged it?!

After a short period of distraction, Chen Liu's murderous machine was sheng, his cold eyes looked at Xiao Qiang who fell to the ground and vomited blood, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he punched Xiao Qiang again.

"Boy, die!"

"Xiao Qiang!" Ding Lanyi suddenly changed color, it was too late to rescue again, and he couldn't help but let out a panicked shout.

Xiao Qiang fell to the ground, this time he was locked to death by the other party's breath, not only was he frozen in place, but even the aura in the meridians seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't exert half of his strength, and he watched the blue fist shadow hit his chest.

However, at this moment, a fresh breeze blew quietly, and the cold ice on Xiao Qiang's body dissolved in an instant, and his body flew up lightly, just avoiding Chen Liu's cold ice fist.

Xiao Qiang stood still on the side of the hall, frightened for a moment, and suddenly sensed a familiar breath, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Master?!"

On the small square outside the hall, Leng Qing looked for a green shirt and walked forward.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, a fresh breeze blew into the hall, and the samurai of the twelve inquisitions flew out on their backs, and a red spot of blood appeared on everyone's throat, a little red!

Chen Liu's face turned pale with fright, his legs trembled, and he looked at the twelve dead corpses in horror, and a cold air came out of his heart.

Suddenly, his foot was hit by something, and as soon as he looked down, he saw an arm that had been cut off by an elbow lying on the instep of his foot!

The broken arm lay there quietly, still clenched into a fist, the cold on the fist seemed to have not dissipated, and the blood from the wound was still stained with some ice ballast.

Chen Liu's heart was cold, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his arm, and when he saw his bare and blood-spurting elbow, he couldn't help but let out a belated scream.

Chen Liu took a few steps back in horror, fell to the ground with a pop, got up in embarrassment, turned around, leaned back against the seat, and looked at Leng Qingxun's eyes, full of pleading and fear.

"Lord Leng Mian, you can't kill me, I, I'm one of the eight great stewards, and I'm the one who protects the Fa!"

Leng Qingxun walked into the hall, stood still, his elegant face could not see any change in expression, his clear eyes looked at Chen Liu, and said lightly: "Go back and tell Fan Yingyang, the disciple of this seat, it is not your turn to be disciplined by the court!"

Chen Liu was dripping in a cold sweat, nodded hurriedly in fear, and after struggling to stand up, he fled in a panic, as if he was afraid that Leng Qingxun would change his mind.

Xiao Qiang saw his master make a move for the first time, and he was shocked beyond measure, standing there in a daze, and the scene of Leng Qingxun brushing his sleeves flashed in his mind.

Although he didn't see anything, he could feel that the wisps of breeze were sword intents, and the extremely sharp sword intent instantly pierced the throats of twelve people and instantly cut off Chen Liu's arm.

This is much more powerful than his shadowless sword intent, I can't tell whether it is the power of the wind spirit or the sword intent, or the fusion of the two, in short, silent and shadowless, more terrifying, and more unguardable!

Ding Lanyi's face was also a little pale, and she instinctively moved closer to Xiao Qiang, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and avoided a little.

Leng Qingxun looked at Ding Lanyi, her eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise, and she smiled: "Girl, are you there too?"

Ding Lanyi was inexplicably nervous, pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Xiao Qiang came back to his senses and hurriedly saluted Leng Qingxun.

"That's it, Xiao Qiang, for the Fan Yingyang mentioned just now, you have to remember this person, don't touch him for at least ten years!" Leng Qingxun said lightly.

Xiao Qiang was stunned and looked at Leng Qingxun suspiciously.

Leng Qingxun smiled coldly: "Every disciple who enters the Sword Pavilion has been strictly examined, and the master knows that you are Shen Li'er's son, so naturally he also knows the tragedy that happened more than ten years ago." ”

"Fan Yingyang is the one who forced my parents to death?!" Xiao Qiang was shocked in his heart and blurted out