Xuan Qing's body did not move, his eyes were red, and he stared at the sword light in front of him.

Just listen to a boom after that.

Xuan Qing's palm wind faced the sharp blade, and the seven-layer Buddha rubbing was superimposed, and there was a loud bang.

The big knife that killed the dog suddenly shook away, and the person also flew out, threw it out a long way away, and smashed it on the ground.

All the people were stunned.

Xuan Qing actually took the number of knives of the deadly dog with one hand, which is really incredible!

The corners of Feishan's eyes couldn't help but jump a few times.

How much strength is this kid hiding? Could it be that the dead old man of Qinglu secretly taught him something?

The more he thought about it, the more he hated, Feishan looked at Xuan Qing with a little more eyes, if Xuan Qing knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, it would be fine, now he not only didn't, but within one move, he would defeat the deadly dog, this person must not stay, and he will definitely become his henchman in the future.

The deadly dog struggled to his feet from the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

He looked at Xuan Qing in disbelief.

"Come again. ”

He stubbornly got up from the ground and picked up his big knife from a distance, wanting to fight Xuanqing again.

"You've already lost, and I don't think there's any need to fight again, unless you look for death. ”

How arrogant!

The fatal dog who said it was unconvinced, and stood in front of Xuan Qing again with a big knife.

"Come again!"

He almost yelled.

Xuan Qing was still standing in place, his body not moving.

For this kind of defeated man, he is too lazy to make a move.

"Rubbish!"

Feishan finally shouted, and reprimanded the deadly dog.

"The defeated generals will be majestic!"

Feishan sat on the stone chair of the sect master not far away, furious.

He slapped it through the air, and the thick black wind that enveloped the captor was in the center of the eyebrows of the deadly dog, and the eyebrows were covered by a black palm print, and with a click, the skull was broken.

The man screamed and fell backwards, and no one survived under Ugin's palm, and the man's body bounced on the ground a few times, and soon he was out of breath.

What a cruel method!

Xuan Qing looked at Feishan.

"His men, you are so cruel?"

Xuan Qing couldn't understand why Feishan was so cruel.

Feishan swept his eyes coldly at the deadly dog on the ground, and ordered someone to carry away his body. There was no change in the expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

How could he be so calm!

"It's just a useless dog. ”

Xuan Qing glanced at the corpse lying horizontally on the ground and shook his head secretly.

He still took a step forward.

"Xuanqing, do you insist on going?"

Feishan stopped him from behind.

"Of course. ”

Xuan Qing did not hesitate.

"Okay, I can't help you if you take the initiative to find death, if you defeat the other two life-killing swordsmen, I will allow you to stay in Qingyang Sect. ”

"Good. ”

Although Xuan Qing had no intention of staying, Feishan said this, and he still agreed.

There are two more.

Xuan Qing stopped his steps, mobilized his true qi, and prepared to face the battle.

"I am a wolf of death. ”

A figure stepped forward, he was thin and weak, but he looked extraordinarily energetic.

He didn't say a word, and stood in front of Xuan Qing with his shoulders crossed.

He had two ice-blue scars on his hands, and ten fingers were pale and slender.

"It's said that this guy has a lot of strength. "There were whispers in the crowd.

"Don't look at this guy is very thin, but he has a lot of strength, and it is said that he can crush a grinding disc with one punch. This fist has at least the strength of nine cows!"

People have focused their eyes on Xuan Qing, some are worried, and some are sighing.

There are many people in the Qingyang Sect who know Xuanqing's name, and the name of his fourth true lineage has long spread to every corner of the Qingyang Sect.

Now, in the face of the infinite power of the deadly wolf, can it be defeated?

Many people couldn't help but take a breath and wait for the upcoming showdown.

The discussion in the crowd, Xuan Qing had already heard it clearly.

However, he still did not draw his sword.

He carefully felt the cultivation of the Deadly Wolf, which was the thirteenth layer of condensation. Judging from the comments of the person next to him, this person should have no strength, and if that is the case, it will be easy to do.

Xuan Qing still didn't draw his sword.

The Deadwood Sword was still only diagonally on his back.

"Suffer death. ”

The other party was obviously a violent temper, and before Xuan Qing could gain a firm foothold, he immediately clenched his fingers into fists, and his fists burst out with gusts of wind, blasting towards Xuan Qing's heart.

Xuan Qing's eyes flickered, one foot took a wrong step, and his body swept back, immediately avoiding the fist.

The fist staggered Xuan Qing's body and smashed on the bluestone ground behind Xuan Qing, and the ground cracked, unfolding countless dry lines, cracking a large pit more than three meters deep.

Sure enough, it's infinitely powerful.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Seeing that a fist missed, the man used his arm strength to top his fists again, and blasted out again at Xuan Qing.

After this fight, Xuan Qing immediately had a bottom in his heart.

It seems that this guy is really a reckless man, but he has a lot of strength, and he really has no other tricks. If there is, it will be used immediately after missing a blow just now, which is Xuanqing's many years of actual combat experience.

This guy punches again, which means that there is no more powerful trick at all.

Holding the roaring fist, Xuan Qing decisively condensed the seven-layer Great Buddha Seal, and the seven-layer Buddha Seal was quickly superimposed, and he fiercely connected it against the palm print.

The moment the palm print and the fist wind were handed over, Xuan Qing's body was shaken, and he hurriedly took two steps back, only then did he regain the strong fist wind.

The sharp eyes of the killing wolf and Xuan Qing's gaze wanted to collide, he shook his teeth, and constantly mobilized this true qi into his fists.

Xuan Qing also showed no weakness, mobilizing true qi to supplement the power of the palm print.

The two men did this for about a dozen breaths.

Xuan Qing's eyes suddenly became ruthless, and then the three-petal lotus in his body suddenly flashed. The superimposed seven-layer Buddha rubbings suddenly became several times stronger, and with a bang, the other party was shaken upside down and flew out.

The man threw himself on the bluestone slab not far away, knocked out two teeth, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, looking particularly funny.

Seeing that the second one was also defeated, Feishan felt anxious for a while.

"Senior brother. How are you?"

A blue-haired teenager, the deadly wolf on the ground at this time, comforted him.

One of them had already been killed, and the other could not be lost.

"Big brother, this kid is too powerful, and he still hasn't drawn his sword!"

Blood bubbles erupted from the throat of the killer wolf, and he told the blue-haired boy in front of him.

"If you dare to hurt my brother, you will die!"

The blue-haired young man looked at Xuan Qing.

This young man doesn't look big, but he is seventeen or eighteen years old, but the monk can't just look at his age, everyone looks at his cultivation, and his cultivation is high enough, even if he is already very old, he can still have an eternal face.

The young man's blue eyes were filled with rage, and he settled down the deadly wolf, and then stood in front of Xuan Qing.

The young man's face was gloomy, and there was not the slightest expression on his face.

As soon as he stood up, the sky immediately made up for the clouds, and those dark clouds rolled over Xuanqing's head for a short time, and then he saw a burst of lightning and thunder.

"Who? ”

Xuan Qing did not show weakness and whispered to the young man. ，

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and the lightning made the boy's face even more gloomy.

"Deadly Thunder!"

The boy forced three words out between his teeth.

Xuan Qing was in a secret state of mind, and couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him again.

Sima Shang once said that among these three people, one person can slow down the power of thunder and lightning.

Now, it must be this young man.

"You still don't draw your sword?"

The boy's tone was a bit playful.

The corners of Xuan Qing's mouth rippled into a sneer, and he pulled out the deadwood sword from behind him and pulled it out of its scabbard.

Seeing Xuan Qing pull out his sword, the corners of the blue-haired boy's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a sneer.

"You're finally willing to draw your sword. ”

Xuan Qing also smiled:

"For a master, not giving up a sword is an insult to a master, isn't it?"

Xuan Qing said that the cloud was light and light, but the atmosphere was getting more and more tense.

It was clear to everyone that a big war was about to start between two people.

The two men were not in a hurry to fight, staring at each other.

They all seem to be thinking about each other's weaknesses and flaws.

Xuan Qing knew that he had met a real master.

"What are these two people grinding about?

Feishan, who was sitting on the chair, looked impatient, and he wanted to knock Xuan Qing down immediately, no, he was killed.

Sima Shang and the deacons who supported Xuanqing were together, his fists couldn't help but clench, and a cold sweat came out of the new ship.

Come on, Brother Xuanqing.

He prayed silently in the bottom of his heart.

As for the disciples of those sects, they have no friendship with Xuanqing, and at this time they are just in a state of mind to watch the excitement.

No matter who loses or who wins, it's a great game to watch.

After more than a dozen breaths, a trace of impatience seemed to appear on the young man's face, and he said coldly:

"Let's do it. ”

Xuan Qing's right hand gripped the hilt of the deadwood sword tightly.

"You're better first. ”

Xuan Qing's tone was very relaxed, but his heart was very nervous.

The corners of the boy's mouth curled.

"Okay."

The boy was not polite, and raised his hand to look at the dark clouds rolling in the sky.

Raising his arms, he recited the anti-lock law in the air, and then shouted:

"The power of thunder and lightning!"

Click, click, click.

Two thunderbolts then exploded above the boy's head.

Soon, lightning swam through the sky and gathered towards the boy.

The electric light is gathering more and more, and it is getting denser and denser.

Finally, the lightning bolts converged on the top of the boy's head, forming a ball of light the size of a human head, which was not an ordinary ball of light, and gathered the power of thunder and lightning.

The ball of light squeaked outward, and a muffled sound of thunder passed through the inside of the ball of light.

The ball of light slowly fell, causing people who were closer to the boy to flee with their heads in their hands.

But the young man did not move, there was no panic on his face, he remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

After a few breaths, the ball of light slammed down on the boy's head.

The young man looked still, raised his right hand, and took the ball of light in his hand.

Yes?!

Everyone's eyes widened.

The boy actually caught the ball of light filled with the power of thunder and lightning with his bare hands.

That's amazing!

As long as ordinary people are exposed to even the slightest power of thunder and lightning, the skin on their bodies will be burned, and in severe cases, they will fall into a coma on the spot.

With such a powerful power of thunder and lightning, if it hits an ordinary person, in the blink of an eye, it will turn into a charred corpse.

It's horrible!(To be continued.) )