Seeing that Xuan Qing's expression was still indifferent, Sima Shang couldn't help but be even more worried.

"These three swordsmen are not ordinary swordsmen, one of them is extremely powerful, the other can be invisible, can fuse his body with the emperor, and the last one is even more powerful, it can channel the power of thunder and lightning and turn it into an attack. ”

Xuan Qing couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.

He really hadn't seen such a great power.

However, there was still no expression of fear on his face.

"What about them?"

Sima Shang saw that he looked like he was not afraid of death, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet angrily.

"They're at the door right now, just waiting = you go in!"

Xuan Qing smiled faintly, if it was sent by Feishan = out, even if he fled in embarrassment now, he might not be able to hide.

"The sect master has been waiting for me before he died, hoping that I will inherit the Dafa transmission, and Feishan has no choice but to attack the sect master.

To put it bluntly, the sect master died because of me, and I must send him on his last journey. ”

At this time, Xuan Qing's gaze looked in the direction of the main hall, presumably as long as he approached the door of the main hall, the three swordsmen would immediately reveal their figures.

"Put the three musketeers, let them prepare well, I really want to. ”

After speaking, Xuan Qing firmly stepped towards the gate of the Sanqing Palace.

"Big brother!"

Sima Shang grabbed Xuan Qing's sleeve and tried to stop him.

Xuan Qing glanced at Sima Shang. "Brother, I understand the kindness, but in this battle, I Xuanqing must fight. ”

He gently brushed away Sima Shang's hand holding his sleeve and walked forward firmly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all eyes were attracted to Xuan Qing.

When Xuanqing's feet stepped on the gate of the Sanqing Palace.

Flying mountains suddenly appeared.

"Xuanqing, you disloyal and unfilial person, the sect master is seriously ill, you actually left the sect quietly, where is your filial piety? Now I will represent the sect except you!"

"No!"

Many of the deacons and elders in the crowd stepped forward.

"When the sect master was alive, he wholeheartedly supported Xuan Qing as the head of a sect, and now that Xuan Qing is back, please return the position of sect master immediately!"

"Yes!

The person who spoke was the deacon of the Qingyang Sect, and Yun Qingshui was also there, but his face looked very pale.

This voice sounded very confusing, compared to the sect of tens of thousands of people, this voice sounded too small and powerless.

Xuan Qing knew that there were not many people who dared to stand up and support him.

"I will expel you from the sect in the name of the sect master now, and if you take another step forward, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Feishan's eyes flashed with a hint of gloomy light.

Xuan Qing didn't speak, he only felt ridiculous.

Obviously, he killed the sect master first, but now he still has to splash dirty water on him, which is really infuriating.

"I, Xuanqing, must go in today, and no one will try to take me. ”

The position of suzerain can be avoided.

Tsukidan can also be without.

Even the name of a disciple of the Qingyang Sect can be dispensed with.

However, he must give Qinglu a ride, this is Xuanqing's principle, which cannot be violated.

Xuan Qing continued to step out, the clothes on his body dancing in the wind.

The whole person exudes an unyielding momentum.

"You forced me!"

Feishan shouted angrily, and then raised his arm.

"Where is the swordsman of death?"

"Here!"

As the voice fell,

Three figures fell, and a pale-faced man stepped forward, holding a large knife in his arms, and he turned his head sideways to the rest of the people:

"Two brothers, deal with this little hairy child, I will do it alone. My brother will rest for a while, and then I will cut off the head of this hairy child. ”

"Good!" the other two said in unison.

The man was wearing a strong suit, his eyes looked at Xuan Qing, and he saw that Xuan Qing was only in his early twenties, he looked very thin on the outside, and he was holding a withered yellow wooden sword in his hand, which was very inconspicuous.

"Hahaha, boy, I'm embarrassed to make a move like this, don't be too reluctant, quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I can save you from death!"

As soon as he said this, a burst of laughter immediately sounded around him.

The piercing sound of ridicule entered Xuan Qing's eardrums, Xuan Qing's lips were confined, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"Prepare to die!"

Xuan Qing forced a sentence from between her teeth.

Xuan Qing's eyes spewed with anger, the only thing he wanted to do at this time was to kill him, kill this person who insulted him.

After that anger, Xuan Qing quickly condensed the true qi on his body and surged towards his arms.

He didn't want to use the Eighteen Heavenly Swords, he didn't want Feishan to know his strength, once Feishan knew about it, he would definitely get rid of him.

Xuan Qing stabilized his mind and saw the form clearly.

"Boy, remember, Lao Tzu slaughtered you today, remember, Lao Tzu's name is the Killing Dog, the Killing Dog. ”

The corners of Xuan Qing's mouth lifted, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"Dog, what's your name, I'm really not interested. ”

Xuan Qing sneered, and a deadwood sword was already standing in front of him.

The Deadly Dog stared at the deadwood sword in Xuanqing's hand and laughed.

"A handful of dead wood pimples, do you still want to compete with me?"

The deadly dog laughed, and the group of people behind him also laughed.

Surrounded by those laughing voices, Xuan Qing's cheeks were hot.

At this time, there is a voice in his heart, only by constantly becoming stronger and stronger can he not be ridiculed, can he not be bullied, and can he take back what belongs to him.

But no, it's definitely not a meaningless etiquette.

"Maliciously preventing the true disciples from worshipping the deceased sect master, did you even ignore the most basic etiquette of the sect?"

Xuan Qing didn't look at the killing enough, but looked directly at the flying mountain.

Hearing Xuan Qing's words, Feishan suddenly felt very ridiculous, and the corners of his mouth curved.

"Etiquette? I said junior brother, you are still so naïve and cute, this is a world where strength is respected, and etiquette is a fart!"

The last word almost spurted out of Feishan's mouth.

Looking at Feishan's expression, Xuan Qing knew that there was no intention to say more.

If you want to go to worship the sect leader Qinglu smoothly, you only have to speak with your fists.

He wasn't sure, the cultivation of the Three Musketeers was above him, and it was difficult to defeat him.

But Xuanqing has always been a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and since this is a tough battle, it must be fought.

"Let's shoot!"

Xuanqing's eyes were sharp, condensing the deadly dog in front of him.

The deadly dog snickered, and then pulled out a kind big knife, which weighed about two hundred pounds and was extremely sharp.

And Xuan Qing, who was standing opposite, was dressed in a long shirt and stood plain.

After sensing the cultivation of the deadly dog, he made a very infuriating action, that is, he put the sword into the scabbard.

"What is he going to do here?"

Sima Shang, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but worry for a while.

The rest of the sect disciples couldn't help but widen their eyes, could it be that Xuan Qing was scared and ready to die quickly?

The scene fell silent.

After a while, Xuan Qing said lightly:

"To deal with a dog like you, it's enough to use your hands, and you don't need to use a sword at all. ”

"Huh?" The fatal dog suddenly surged with blood, and for Xuan Qing's ignorance of him, he suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he couldn't help but scold:

"Boy, hubris! hubris comes at a price!"

With that, he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, spread his feet, used all his strength, and ran towards Xuanqing quickly.

Call!

The big knife slashed in the wind, with a gust of wind, only coming at Xuan Qing's neck.

I saw a roaring sound in the air, and the blade of the knife slashed through a regular knife shadow, and between the lightning and flint, it had already reached Xuan Qing's body.

Xuan Qing's expression did not move, and he raised his palm to face the man's blade.

What the!

He dared to take the blade directly with one hand!

Everyone's eyes widened in unison.

(Thanks to the light smile for the reward, thanks to the self-sustainment of the city, thanks to the night laugh, and thanks to the encouragement of Brother Yanyu, Fengfeng will definitely insist on doing his best.) Thank you) (To be continued.) )