Xuan Qing sniffled, but his body did not move.

This young man's control over thunder and lightning is indeed beyond his phenomenon.

The boy in front of him is a terrible opponent.

"Suffer death!" the boy dragged the ball of light and swept towards Xuanqing.

There was an immediate strange twist in the air, and then he pushed his arm vigorously, and the whole person swept up violently and rushed towards Xuanqing.

The power of thunder and lightning!

Xuan Qing's eyes were fast, and immediately a harrier turned over, and the huge ball of light grazed one of Xuan Qing's arms.

The two figures quickly staggered through the air, and Xuan Qing took a sharp breath and landed five zhang away.

What a powerful thunderbolt.

Sure enough, the response was different.

It was only a little rubbed, and the whole arm was in severe pain, and Xuan Qing adjusted more than a dozen breaths before he could barely adjust.

If the whole person is hit...... At this time, he was already a charred corpse.

Xuan Qing raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Secretly thinking about how to deal with it.

The first blow missed, and the Deadly Thunder frowned, this was the first time he had missed.

"Bad luck!"

He looked at the huge ball of light in his hand with some annoyance, the ball of light was still running at this time, and the blow just now didn't hit Xuan Qing, which really annoyed him.

"Bad luck, could it be that you didn't look at the yellow calendar when you went out today?"

The young man muttered to himself, and then his eyes locked on Xuan Qing again.

"I wouldn't mind doing it again, though. ”

He slowly adjusted the true qi in the group, frantically injecting energy into the ball of light.

In this vacancy, Xuan Qing slammed the deadwood sword in his hand.

Holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other.

Spread your feet apart and make a gesture of resistance.

The boy laughed out loud when he saw that his movements were so clumsy.

"Boy, you want to use this broken wooden sword to take over my thunder and lightning power? You are so naïve, so cute......"

"I can't help but laugh!"

The boy burst out laughing.

Xuan Qing's eyes were calm, and he did not answer, but mobilized the true qi of his whole body, ready to meet the power of thunder and lightning.

After dozens of breaths, the thunder and lightning ball in the young man's hand was already perfect, his eyes were fierce, and he transported ten percent of his arm strength, pushing the ball of light towards Xuanqing!

"Die!"

The boy roared.

Immediately after, a huge ball of light roared towards Xuan Qing's side, and the dazzling light made Xuan Qing's eyes dizzy, and soon he returned to normal.

His legs swept out a long wind, and his body was more stable than before.

Just as the ball of light was about to reach his side, he pushed his arms hard and blocked it directly with his deadwood sword.

"No!

Sima Shang, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but scream, he would die like this.

"Brother Xuanqing, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Sima Shang stomped his feet anxiously, but he was helpless.

"This kid is finally going to die!"

Feishan watched this scene and narrowed his eyes into a slit with satisfaction.

The deacons and disciples of the sect who supported Xuanqing couldn't help but sigh secretly when they saw this scene.

"It seems that we have no hope. Even if Xuan Qing comes back, nothing will change......"

At that moment, there was a loud bang.

The ball of light exploded quickly, sending both of them flying at the same time.

flew out and Wu Liuzhang fell to the ground.

Xuan Qing seemed to be prepared, and quickly got up from the ground.

The blue-haired young man, however, seemed to have been hit hard, staggering, swaying, and it took a long time to get up from the ground, and the figure in front of him was blurred, and it took a long time to recover as before.

"How is that possible!"

He didn't believe it! Xuan Qing actually used a deadwood sword to block his thunder and lightning power.

It's absolutely impossible, but Xuanqing's did it!

Xuan Qing seemed to have been prepared, and the injuries on his body were not serious at this time.

He walked calmly to the young man.

"I can't think of it!"

"There's no way you're going to stop my thunder and lightning!"

Xuan Qing sneered at this time.

"The sword in my hand is not an ordinary sword, but a thousand-year-old rootstock, he has encountered three thousand years of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, your little thunder and lightning power, can not help him at all!"

The young man's face, which had always been calm, became very nervous at this time, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, as if he sensed that something was wrong.

"Now, it's time for me to fight back!"

Xuan Qing roared angrily, and the surging true qi was injected into the deadwood sword, and a flash of light flashed, dragging up a long rainbow, slashing a full moon-like arc in the air, and finally landing on the young man.

"Die!"

The sword fell.

Xuan Qing roared, and his body was suddenly split into two sections, and his breath was cut off at that time.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone was stunned.

Xuan Qing's spiciness, decisiveness and decisiveness at the critical moment, even the first Feishan was far behind.

This man is terrible.

"Brother Xuanqing won!"

Sima Shang raised his fist and shouted, but when he saw Feishan's cold gaze, he was immediately silenced.

Xuan Qing didn't pay attention to everyone's stunned gaze, his gaze was firm, and he walked straight into the main hall.

Dispose of those stumbling blocks.

He can finally worship for the suzerain.

The main hall is very deserted.

There were only a few children guarding the coffin of the sect leader Qinglu.

The little boy saw Xuanqing walking in with a bloody stain, and every step brought a burst of wind.

One by one, they couldn't help but show a look of horror.

"Light incense. ”

Xuan Qing walked to the front of the spiritual position and made a faint sound, the voice was as cold as a piece of ice, without any temperature.

"Yes, yes. ”

Xiao Tong was stunned for a moment, hurriedly lit four incense sticks, and handed them to Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing respectfully bowed to Qinglu's spirit card three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Sect Master, you can rest in the Heavenly Spirit, Xuanqing is back. ”

Xuan Qing only said these simple words, and then bowed three times again and glanced at a few children.

"Take good care of the suzerain's coffin. ”

"Yes!"

The boy straightened up and immediately replied.

Xuan Qing's heart was finally over, he slowly turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

According to his agreement with Feishan, he could stay in Qingyang Sect.

However, everything here is no longer the way it used to be, he disdains it, and there is no need to stay at all.

Out of the main hall.

He glanced at Feishan, who was guarding the door.

Feishan's face suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"You're doing it yourself!"

Xuan Qing threw down a sentence and left.

Canglongju was already guarding not far away at this time.

Xuan Qing walked silently, one man and one beast, and his figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Xuan Qing kept walking and didn't look back.

Feishan looked at Xuanqing's departing back, and his eyes were fierce.

"If you are knowledgeable and dare to stay in Qingyang Sect, I will definitely make your death ugly. ”

Regarding Xuanqing's departure, Sima Shang and the deacons who supported Xuanqing were both regretful and happy.

Now, Xuan Qing is not Feishan's opponent at all, and if he flows down rashly, it will only increase the danger by a point.

Leaving, on the contrary, is a good thing in the long run.

After they sighed, they had to accept Feishan's dispatch, after all, they were under the eaves and had to bow their heads.

"Okay, now that Xuanqing traitor has left, now go to the funeral!"

Ninety-nine earth-shattering cannons rang out, earth-shattering.

Xuanqing, who had already walked out of the Qingyang Sect for dozens of miles, heard the sound of the cannon and couldn't help but stop and turn around.

At this time, it should be the time of the funeral.

He stared in the direction of the Qingyang Sect for a moment, then sighed and hurried away.

He had no purpose in this trip. (To be continued.) )