"Bastard, I'm fighting with you!"

Tie Mingyuan was so angry that his eyes were split, he roared angrily, and pounced on Ma Zhiyong desperately. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, with the strength of his third-level martial artist, he was not an opponent at all, and was easily kicked to the ground by Ma Zhi.

Ma Zhi stepped on Tie Mingyuan's face with his foot, and said contemptuously: "Look at you, like a dead dog, what can you do?

At this moment, the opposite wall suddenly collapsed with a bang, and a tall figure rushed into the room, rushed out like a cannonball, and hugged Ma Zhiyong.

Ma Zhiyong struggled hard, and his whole body exuded a powerful Yuan force.

But he was horrified to find that it was useless at all, the arms that held him did not let go at all, and they didn't even move!

The dust settled.

Only then did they see clearly that it was not a person holding Ma Zhi, but a tall puppet!

After the puppet was repaired, it could already burst out with the power of a ninth-level martial artist, and Ma Zhiyong fell into the hands of that puppet, and there was no chance of escaping at all!

"Chu Qingyun, it's you, you're not dead!"

Seeing the people outside, Ma Zhiyong and Mr. Zhu and Mr. Hou both changed their faces and couldn't help but exclaim.

The short and fat Mr. Zhu sneered, "Boy, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door to vote for, do you think that you can't beat us just now, and now you can turn defeat into victory?"

The puppet only trapped Ma Zhiyong, and did not show the combat power of a ninth-level martial artist, so they didn't know the depth of the puppet, otherwise, they would definitely not be so arrogant.

However, even if he didn't use a puppet, Chu Qingyun was sure to deal with the two of them, because he had already taken out the Thundercloud Sword from the storage ring in advance.

"yes, I forgot that I can't beat you, oops, what should I do?" Chu Qingyun shook his head, as if he regretted it.

"Hahaha, I know I'm afraid, I know I'm afraid, so hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to Grandpa Zhu, and then go back with us obediently, maybe the head of the Zhao family will be happy for a while, and maybe I can spare your life." Mr. Zhu couldn't help laughing.

Zhao family master!

Chu Qingyun's face was straight, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

The Zhao family master who can drive two eighth-level martial artists, no need to ask, there must be only one one in Yancheng.

Unexpectedly, the Zhao family actually colluded with the Wuhun Palace.

Regarding the Martial Spirit Palace, Chu Qingyun still remembered that Ning Xue had told him that the Martial Spirit Hall was the public enemy of the mainland, the common enemy of all martial artists, and it seemed to have a hostile relationship with the Great Xia Kingdom.

"Dead fatty, shut your foul mouth!"

Mr. Hou, who was on the side, suddenly scolded with an ugly face.

Mr. Zhu knew that he was speechless, his face changed, and he couldn't help but look left and right with a weak heart, "It's okay, it's okay, there's no one else, I'll kill them all later." ”

"Enough, let's do it, kill this treacherous boy first!"

Mr. Hou snorted coldly, took the lead in making a move, and grabbed it in the air, and a huge paw print exuded a fierce aura, grabbing at Chu Qingyun.

After fighting with the people of the Martial Spirit Hall three times and twice, Chu Qingyun found that when they used the soul technique, they were very smooth and smooth, without a little blockage, which even Chu Qingyun couldn't do.

It's still those broken moves, today, let me show you how powerful the spirit-level divine weapons are!

Chu Qingyun sneered in his heart, and suddenly pulled out the Thundercloud Sword, and at the same time as the divine soldier was unsheathed, a bright and thick thunderbolt also poured out of the scabbard with the sword.

The thunder was dazzling, and everyone narrowed their eyes in excitement, don't turn their heads to dodge.

In the dazzling thunder and lightning, a sword slashed through, and Mr. Hou's soul skill split the claw neatly from the middle, and was crushed by the thunder and lightning that followed.

After the power of thunder and lightning accumulated in the scabbard dissipated, the temporarily illuminated courtyard returned to darkness, and everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in Chu Qingyun's hand.

That sword, in the dark night, shone with a brilliant light of thunder and lightning, just by looking at it, you could feel the fierce and violent aura on the sword, and you could feel the power of that sword!

"Old Hou, that sword... It's not just any ordinary thing. Mr. Zhu said astringently, but no one answered.

"Old Hou, Old Hou...... Shh

Mr. Zhu touched Mr. Hou next to him, and then, the upper half of Mr. Hou's body suddenly fell, and there was a neat incision on his waist that was blackened by electricity!

The sword just now not only smashed the soul skill cracking claws, but even Mr. Hou behind him was cut in half together!

An eighth-level martial artist, without the slightest ability to resist!

This is the power of a true spirit-level divine soldier!

After Mr. Hou's upper body fell to the ground, it took a breath or two for the upper and lower halves of his body to suddenly disintegrate and turn into a large cloud of brown gas.

And Chu Qingyun's devouring martial soul in the sea released a devouring force, swallowing the brown gas without any resistance.

Almost at the same moment, Chu Qingyun got a piece of information from the Devouring Martial Soul, the second-order Iron Monkey Martial Soul, choosing to keep it or use it to strengthen other martial souls.

"It's this situation again, the last time I killed Qian Sanfat, it was also the case, the people of the Martial Spirit Palace, aren't they really people? Try that fat guy again. ”

Chu Qingyun frowned slightly, casually chose to strengthen the Devouring Martial Soul, and then stared at Mr. Zhu.

Being targeted by Chu Qingyun, Mr. Zhu was instantly frightened and his legs became weak, and he trembled, "Boy, yes, there is a kind of you throwing away that sword, and, fight with me fairly!"

"Fair, what does it mean to be fair?" Chu Qingyun sneered, approaching him step by step.

"Of course, fairness is based on one's own ability, with the help of external forces, with the help of the power of divine soldiers, what kind of ability is it?"

Seeing that there was a play, Mr. Zhu couldn't help but have a little hope in his heart.

However, he obviously didn't know Chu Qingyun.

Is it unfair to use the power of the sword? Is it fair for an eighth-level martial artist to fight a fifth-level martial artist? Is it fair for two to fight one before?

The so-called fairness is simply an ideal, non-existent thing.

"Hehe, fair, Mr. Zhu, I didn't expect you to be so old and so naïve, should I praise you, or should I scold you for being stupid?" Chu Qingyun sneered, unmoved.

"You... Die for me!

Mr. Zhu stretched out his hands, and a dark golden long stick of nearly two meters naturally appeared in his hand without the slightest pause.

The power of the martial soul coupled with the rolling yuan power of the eighth-level martial artist, with a stick down, full of momentum.

However, with a sword in his hand, Chu Qingyun easily slashed the demon stick into sections, and under the sharpness of the Thundercloud Sword, it couldn't even produce a little movement.

"Dead fat, die, let me prove my guess!"

Chu Qingyun snorted coldly, and a sword slashed out, with the sound of thunder and lightning, cutting Mr. Zhu in half.