The head of the Hundred Flowers Sect sat in the middle of the crowd, looking at Xuan Qing, a sneer rising from the corner of his mouth.

Xuan Qing knew that they must have come here to take their lives.

At this time, Xuan Qing settled down and said to the man opposite: "Please ask for advice." ”

As soon as the man heard him ask such a question, he immediately sneered, "When death comes, you are still so particular, forget it, it is hopeless to tell you, uncle, I am nicknamed the Night Demon Ghost, but I am a professional cultivator." ”

"Punishment?"

Xuan Qing's brows tightened. The so-called professional cultivation is a specialized killer in the cultivation world. Killers in the human world are specially hired to kill people, while this kind of person in the cultivation world is specially used to kill monks.

It seems that the Hundred Flowers Sect is determined to take his life.

Xuan Qing clenched the Phantom Snow Sword in his hand and looked at the person in front of him from a distance. There are three red dots on his arm, which represent the speed and level of killing and cultivating, and the more red dots there are, the stronger his level is.

Three red dots, thinking that he had killed at least a few hundred monks.

The man looked at Xuan Qing's appearance, and there was a trace of unbearability between his eyebrows.

"Boy, looking at your young age, if it weren't for the high price sent by Baihua, I really couldn't bear to do it. ”

The man frowned, and made a look of pity.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't fight, you will get out!"

Xuan Qing was a little impatient, grinding and chirping had never been his character.

The man was hit by him, and immediately became angry, picked up the big knife, and swung it towards Xuanqing.

Brush.

A sharp sword light slashed at him. The shadow of the knife dragged out a shadow that was more than a foot long, and the light of the knife flashed, and the next moment it reached Xuan Qing's neck. Xuan Qing's combat power was not weak, and he jumped backwards, took out the Phantom Snow Sword and raised his hand.

With a clang, the swords clashed, sending out huge fires that collided together, making a booming sound.

Xuan Qing just used the Thirteen Styles of Phantom Snow to parry, and the crystal nucleus in his body, coupled with the rubbing of the Great Buddha, his combat power was fundamentally different from the ordinary eight layers of condensation.

When this sword went out, the night demon was immediately startled, thinking that he would definitely be able to hit Xuanqing hard in one move, but who knew that he was caught by this kid.

As a three-dot cultivator, this point is too face-saving, and he can't hang it on his face.

Immediately poured gas into the knife, and pounced even more brutally towards Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing saw that the situation was not good, the sword in his hand immediately waved left and right, the sword shadow flickered, and for a time it shook the whole body to open his eyes.

"Divine Dragon Sweep. ”

The sword light was like a dragon swinging its tail, and the brush and brush danced in the air, taking most of the Night Demon tricks.

The Night Demon stood not far away, a large number of Xuanqing, and he was thinking about how to incur death.

Xuan Qing stood firmly on his legs, knowing that if this guy made another move, it would definitely not be this kind of trick. Immediately let go of the Phantom Snow Sword, and secretly moved the internal force to the palm of his hand, ready to condense the rubbing of the Buddha.

"Boy, I will take your life today!"

The Night Demon Ghost's face suddenly showed a hideous color, and the next moment, the whole person swept up and flew towards Xuan Qing.

At this time, Xuanqing's big Buddha rubbing was only condensed in one layer, and he hurriedly raised his hand to parry, but unexpectedly, the sword wind was too strong, his palms were shaken open, and Xuanqing hurriedly retreated more than a dozen steps, and then stabilized his figure.

Looking at the smugness on the face of the night ghost, Xuan Qing was really taken aback, this cultivation was really extraordinary.

His strength is definitely not comparable to ordinary combat power.

It's so hard to beat this guy.

Looking at the expression on Xuan Qing's face, the night ghost showed a little smugness on his face:

"Boy, do you understand? The Night Demon is a trick to ask for your life, so people gave me the nickname Night Devil. ”

Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and made a bold decision:

You can't make a quick move, you must gather all your true qi and condense the fifth Buddha rubbing, this is the only way to defeat this guy.

Xuan Qing looked at the night ghost, and with a loud sound, threw the Phantom Snow Sword on the ground.

"Hand-to-hand combat, do you dare?" asked Xuan Qing, glaring at the Night Demon angrily.

"What are you kidding? and what I don't dare to do!"

That night demon didn't know that it was Xuan Qing's advantage in both palms, and he also threw the knife in his hand.

"Your life is mine sooner or later, I don't care if you use a knife or a fist. ”

The Night Demon said with ease, and the next moment clenched his fists.

Xuanqing sank his waist, tucked his abdomen, clasped his palms, and urged the true qi in his body, and the true qi was slowly injected into his arms from his body, and a golden palm print was condensed at Xuanqing's tiger's mouth.

The Night Demon had already noticed the golden phantom, and vaguely felt that it was a little unwise for him to give up the weapon, but if he retrieved the weapon by himself in public, he felt that he would not be able to save face, so he had to gather his fist and attack towards Xuanqing.

He wants to take Xuan Qing's life before his combat power reaches the vanguard.

Therefore, it has to be fast!

Rumble!

The Night Demon jumped out in one step, and the next moment a fist slammed into Xuan Qing's chest. Xuan Qing slid back a step, still not avoiding the guy's palm wind, Xuan Qing's body was deflected, and he was hit in the left rib by his fist.

I only felt a stirring in my belly, Xuanqing's body bent, and a trace of fishy sweet taste rose in my throat, snaking down the corners of my mouth.

The furious fist swept over the wooden shelf behind Xuan Qing, and the wooden shelf shattered and flew out more than ten zhang away.

Xuan Qing endured the pain, raised his hand to wipe the blood marks on the corner of his mouth, and clenched his teeth tightly. He looked down at the rubbing of the big Buddha on his palm, and at this time it had already condensed two layers, and then endure it, and endure it again.

He reminded himself, his eyebrows gradually twisted.

The Night Demon was very satisfied with such an attack, and his face showed a somewhat smug expression, becoming more and more arrogant.

"Die!"

He swung his fist again, and with full anger on his fist, Xuanqing's hair was raised backwards, and he came at Xuanqing's heart fiercely.

This should be a desperate move!

After Xuan Qing affirmed this, he looked down at the palm print in his hand, which had already condensed into five layers at this time!

Five golden phantoms swayed slowly on his palms, and Xuan Qing held his breath and met it stiffly.

Rumble!

The five palm prints exploded on his palms in an instant, and the night demon wanted to withdraw his fist at this time, but it was too late.

The huge palm print and the night demon's palm wind collided violently, emitting a dazzling bright light, and Xuan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding the strong light.

"Ahh

The Night Demon suddenly howled, only to feel the slamming of his palms, and the joints of his bones clattered and shattered, and he could feel the shattered fragments of his finger bones and the feeling of swaying in the flesh.

My hand!

He stared incredulously at his palms, which were now hanging down, but he couldn't muster half of his strength.

His hand...... Scrapped!

He never thought that this kid in front of him would have such a strong fighting power.

A trace of remorse crept into his eyes, and this was the first time he had missed since he was a cultivator. He stood up unwillingly, "Boy, you won." “

As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence all around.

Those who were not optimistic about Xuan Qing immediately changed their opinion of Xuan Qing. This young man who has the ability to frustrate cultivation is really surprising.

"The genius who saved the Qingyang Sect is really about to be born?"

"I look at the suspense, on the challenge platform, no matter how big his life is, he will not escape the fate of falling. A man next to him said.

"How could the Hundred Flowers Sect let him go? But at this level, life and death are fate, and the Qingyang Sect will not interfere with trusses, just to block the practice between the outside world and the disciples, so that the disciples can cultivate well. ”

......

In the crowd, you and I were talking word by word, and Xuan Qing's figure trembled slightly in the wind.

This five-layer Buddha rubbing has exhausted all his true qi, at this time his face is pale, there is no trace of blood, and the whole person is like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and his face is extremely ugly.

Now that the other party has conceded defeat, then he can go.

Xuan Qing shook her thin body, walked towards the stage, and was about to collapse down the wooden steps, but saw a woman in red flying up from the stands, and the next moment she stood in front of Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing slowly turned around.

"You've already lost. Xuan Qing emphasized.

"Lose?" the woman scoffed, a hint of contempt rising from the corners of her mouth.

"When you come to this challenge platform, your life is mine, how can I let you go!"

The woman looked up to the sky and laughed, unbridled.

Xuan Qing sank his voice, and the next moment he said loudly:

"My life is up to me!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

A person who stepped on the challenge platform, but still delusionally wanted to change his life against the sky.

Xuan Qing's move immediately attracted a lot of attention, and everyone was paying attention to the ending of this young man.

Jiuli in the stands couldn't help but look sideways, his eyes locked on Xuanqing, and he looked at Qinglu for a long time before he looked at Qinglu.

Qinglu, as the sect master of the Qingyang Sect, although his face was a little unbearable, the rules of the Qingyang Sect categorically did not allow him to interfere.

He just watched from afar and didn't intend to make any moves.

Jiuli laughed contemptuously and only looked at the challenge platform.

Yuan Yue couldn't help but sweat for Xuanqing, and it was already very commendable to be able to use all the true qi to gather and condense the five layers of the Buddha's rubbing.

You don't need to look at it to know that at this time, Xuanqing must be seriously depleted of true qi, and if he goes through another stop, his life will definitely be lost.

The disciples who have been promoted have their own scheming, and some look at Xuanqing's liveliness, after all, there is one less person and one less opponent.

Some are deeply sympathetic, it is not easy to advance as an outer door, but now it has encountered such a thing, which is really a pity.

Xuan Qing looked at the woman, knowing in her heart that she was in danger, but her face did not change.

"Let's do it. ”

He said in a deep voice.

The woman laughed, "Kill my disciple, destroy my big array, and cause the old lady to lose face in front of the ghost clan, and the old lady will end up with you." ”

Xuan Qing secretly pulled out the Phantom Snow Sword, just waiting for the man to make a move.

The woman was in charge of the Hundred Flowers Sect. At this moment, the woman's eyebrows furrowed, and the next moment a fierce sword aura attacked.