Su Mengzhen looked at the city and laughed, his sleeves were windless.

"Jiu Zhongji has been defeated, is there still a little guy in Mikawa who can handle it?"

And almost everyone in the Divine Hall showed a smug look.

Jiu Zhongci is the leader of the young generation of Sanhe, and since Jiu Zhongci has been defeated, the Sanhe Sword Sect should obediently admit defeat.

Many of the soldiers of the three rivers in the city also showed disappointed and confused expressions, and sighed secretly.

But Li Zhong didn't seem to be worried at all, just swept his eyes slightly.

I saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy suddenly fly down the city, and shouted like biting pig iron: "I, Zhao Ritian, am not convinced!"

He pointed at Ji Hongyan with his finger and said viciously: "That old woman, do you dare to fight with me Zhao Ritian!"

Ji Hongyan's forehead was as smooth as an autumn cicada, and a trace of green tendons was beating, which became more and more eye-catching because her skin was as white as ice.

was just called a chick by Jiu Zhongji, and then she was called an old woman by this kid.

However, Zhao Zhonggao, the commander of the Blood Killing Battalion, looked at the young man and said calmly: "Zong Sheng, go." ”

This young man is his son, Zhao Zongsheng, who calls himself Zhao Ritian, and his personality is much straighter than that of Jiu Zhongci.

"Boy, you ......" Ji Hongyan gritted her silver teeth and said angrily.

"Miss Ji is a goddess-like character, why bother with a child. A scholar shook his fan and said loudly.

He looked to be in his early twenties, delicate and elegant, quite temperamental, dressed as a scholar, with a bookish atmosphere.

Qin Yue was born in a big clan in the Divine Hall, and was Ji Hongyan's suitor, and his cultivation was not low, and he had the cultivation of Zhenye Eight Heavens.

The Zhenye realm and the Zhengtian realm are connected, and they are both divided into nine heavens. When you reach the realm of Zhenye, you are already a master of it.

Qin Yue said with a leisurely expression: "Newborn calves, I don't know whether they are dead or alive. Wait for me Qin Yue to teach you a lesson for Miss Ji and cut off your head. ”

After speaking, he held a folding fan in his hand, his clothes fluttered like wind and snow, and he jumped towards Zhao Zongsheng.

Qin Yue could see that Zhao Zongsheng was indeed extremely talented, but at the age of twelve, his cultivation was already similar to his own.

However, Qin Yue's conceit was nearly twice as long as Zhao Zongsheng's, and his combat experience must have been much richer, and it should be easy to kill Zhao Zongsheng.

Qin Yue folded the fan, the cold light flickered, and the long wind rolled up. His folding fan is made of dark iron as the bone, which is extremely hard and can be cut and pierced.

I saw Qin Yue's figure Xiao Xiao, leaving an afterimage in the air, floating uncertainly, obviously an extremely wonderful body technique, and the technique was close to the Tao.

Zhao Zongsheng's eyes wandered, as if he couldn't determine Qin Yue's location.

Qin Yue was proud in her heart, and secretly thought that she would win with her own body, and killing this Zhao family kid was not like digging into a bag, one move was enough.

If you can help Miss Ji out of this breath, maybe she will be able to please the beauty.

Many people say that Miss Ji has a bad temper, unlike girls, but she can't eat grapes and says that grapes are sour. Her long legs with explosive strength, trembling breasts, round buttocks like honeydew melons, slender and flexible waist like pu reeds, where does not make any normal man's blood boil?

Not to mention her face, she is also a member of the Fanghua spectrum of the famous romantic figure Shu Blade, and she can be at the forefront of the whole world.

Thinking of this, Qin Yue, who was fiery in her heart, became more and more rapid and swaying.

"Streamer Eleven Gas!"

Qin Yue folded the fan and slashed angrily, and eleven true qi surged out, and a streamer of light flooded, directly taking Zhao Zongsheng's middle palace.

The offensive was fierce and fluttering, with the will to kill.

This "Streamer Eleven Qi" is the Qin family's home-facing qi, ethereal and magnificent but full of lethality. Qin Yue has practiced for many years, and he is already very familiar with it, and he has full confidence in his combat ability.

Seeing that Zhao Zongsheng had been approached by him, Qin Yue became more and more proud.

The weakness of the cultivator is the body, the Buddha Gate may be better, and the Dao Gate is brittle even if it wears the immortal armor.

The Three Rivers Sword Sect belongs to the Daomen lineage.

In this case, it should be inevitable to cut off the head of Zhao Zongsheng, a child who doesn't know how to take care of it.

saw Zhao Zongsheng shake his palm and pull out a spear from the void.

The spear looked very strange, in the shape of a dragonfly, and the blood-red tip was very bright.

The magic weapon spear spun rapidly under the drive of the four dragonfly wings, and with a bang, the eleven streamer true qi were all shattered, and then Qin Yue's folding fan was also shaken back.

"It turns out that it's still a bit of a pound. Qin Yue smiled, his body turned, Ling Xuan stepped forward, and turned to Zhao Zongsheng's back, intending to attack again.

Silently, Qin Yue's body was like a poisonous snake, holding a folding fan and killing Zhao Zongsheng's waist and eyes, ruthless.

Zhao Zongsheng didn't even look at him, but the dragonfly-shaped spear went around as if it had eyes, and struck Qin Yue again.

Qin Yue's heart froze, and at that moment, he held a folding fan in his hand, and went straight forward, launching a stormy attack on Zhao Zongsheng.

The real anger was agitated, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, making it difficult to see the situation in the field.

After a few rounds of fighting, only a snap was heard.

Qin Yue was shocked, let go of his hand inexplicably, and the folding fan fell to the ground, and then bowed his head incredibly.

The spear had pierced his chest, golden light darting over the wound.

"You rookie, I don't know how many Zhao Ritian have killed in the conviction training camp. ”

Qin Yue fell backwards with an unwilling expression.

Conviction Training Camp - The place where the Three Rivers Sword Sect uses the most brutal means to train killing machines, and trains the most ferocious young powerhouses through cannibalism.

The Three Rivers Sword Sect cherishes its retainers, but it does not hesitate to send the teenagers to it for internal friction. The young people cultivated in this way also have the best combat intuition and survivability in the field of life and death.

It turned out that this kid came out of it.

The father is the leader of the Blood Killing Battalion, and of course he has to send his son in.

This is the consistent style of the Fancheng Zhao family.

Qin Yue now knows that she died unjustly.

Then his body exploded, turning into a scatter of blood, meat sauce, and bones.

Su Mengzhen asked Qin Yue's corpse to be collected, revealing a slightly helpless expression.

Qin Yue is also a master among the young generation of the Divine Hall, the son of the Qin family, but he was stabbed to death by Zhao Zongsheng after a few moves.

The Qin family has a long history, and in ancient times, they were called kings and emperors, and established more than one dynasty or kingdom. Although it is in decline now, he is doing things in the temple, but the shelf of the famous family is still there.

The heir of the Qin family was lost here, and Su Mengzhen had to take some trouble to appease the Qin family when he went back, so as not to give birth to the Qin family.

"Who else wants to fight?"

Wu Feng showed a deep expression, Ji Hongyan was about to speak, Su Can had already waved towards Su Mengzhen and said, "Father, I have General Ye Liangchen, who can behead Zhao Ritian." ”

The gentle Su Can waved his hand, and saw a young man with a square face and thin eyes, lips turned out, an ugly appearance, a sky-high bun, and a big red robe walked out.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on this person.