Chapter 100: Powerful Killing! Yellow Maple Valley Holy Son!

Hearing Qin Changgeng's disrespectful words, Zhao Aotian's face suddenly gloomy.

These people are making trouble, but they don't dare to be disrespectful to Huang Fenggu.

But the kid in front of him who came out of nowhere despised Huang Fenggu so much, he really deserved to be killed.

Zhao Aotian pulled out his spear, the sharp tip of the spear pointed at Qin Changgeng's throat, and the corners of his mouth were proud of disdain.

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to go against Huang Fenggu!"

"Don't think that if there are too many people, you can do whatever you want here."

"Obediently kowtow to me and admit your mistakes, maybe I'm in a good mood and may spare your dog's life......"

Before he finished speaking, the wind blowing snow next to him suddenly opened his slightly squinted eyes, his body was surging with murderous intent surged, his feet kicked, and he brandished a flame knife and rushed towards Zhao Aotian.

"Insult Qin Shao, you should be killed!"

The intricate lines on the knife body flashed, and it was slashed down with a thunderous momentum, and there was no superfluous nonsense at all.

Zhao Aotian's face changed slightly, and he laughed fiercely.

"A subordinate who is not in the realm of the Battle Sect is still pretending to be in front of me, it is simply beyond his strength!"

The spear in his hand was like a dragon, unusually sharp, with the sound of a sonic boom.

Swords and guns collided, and a furious aura sliced through the ground.

The powerful force of the shock came, and the wind blew Xue took a step back, but Zhao Aotian took three steps back.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Aotian's face was ugly, and the hand holding the gun kept trembling.

With his Zhanzun's cultivation, even if he only used fifty percent of his strength, it was not something that a single Zhan Sect could resist.

Wind and snow moved his shoulders and snorted coldly.

"Zhan Zun is strong, but that's it!"

Zhao Aotian, who was despised, was angry in his heart.

"It's me who underestimates you, but you have some ability, but that's all."

"In the next move, I will take your life!"

The wind and snow's eyes sparkled.

"That's what I want to say to you, too."

"Look for death!" Zhao Aotian let out a loud shout, and his whole body rose into the air, and the spear in his hand was surrounded by a violent aura.

"Jiaolong goes to sea!"

There was a faint shadow of a dragon, emerging from the surface of the spear, roaring with teeth and claws.

You can also hear the sound of the waves whistling, wave after wave.

The wind blows the snow's face calmly, without sorrow or joy, as if falling into an ethereal state.

When Zhao Aotian's spear stabbed over, he suddenly moved, his arm was raised slightly, and the flame knife drew a mysterious trajectory in the void.

Pull out a tragic sword.

In it, a feeling of emptiness and desolation permeated everyone's hearts.

"Knife intent!"

"This young man actually condensed the sword intent!"

"A young swordsman in his twenties!"

Among the warriors, there were demi-saints who lost their voices and screamed.

The imaginary fierce collision did not happen, and the invisible sword light passed through the spear and slashed at Zhao Aotian's divine soul.

Zhao Aotian's body flew out upside down, and his eyes were dim.

Lying on his back on the ground, coughing up blood at the corners of his mouth, he was still screaming.

"A lowly subordinate, you dare to hurt me, do you know my identity!"

"Irritable, blow the snow and kill it, he talks too much nonsense."

With a knife, my ears became clear.

Blood gushed out, and under that knife, even the divine soul was shattered by the sword intent, and Zhao Aotian's body lost all its vitality and fell to the ground.

The empty eyes looked at the sky, and the resentful face still had an unwilling look.

Blood stained a large area of the ground, and the spear in his hand became dull without the infusion of aura, and a pungent smell of blood emanated from it, which was disgusting.

Wind blowing snow took the flame knife, stretched out his hand to take off Zhao Aotian's storage ring, and respectfully handed it to Qin Changgeng.

"Qin Shao, please smile!"

The movements are done in one go, and they appear to be very proficient.

Without taking the storage ring, Qin Changgeng's gaze swept over those stunned Yellow Maple Valley disciples.

Everyone who was swept by him couldn't help but shudder.

"Take it, it's your spoils."

The wind blowing the snow is not pretentious, and immediately put it on his hand, with an ugly smile on his expressionless face.

"Thank you Qin Shao for the reward!"

Seeing Zhao Aotian's miserable death, the surrounding Huang Feng Valley disciples turned pale with fright, and those martial artists were also shocked.

"It's over, you're on a big deal!"

"This Zhao Aotian's identity is extremely noble, and his grandfather is the Great Elder of Huangfeng Valley, a powerhouse of the Three Transformations and a Half-Saint."

"His brother is the holy son of the sect, and his status is transcendent, where did you dare to kill him?"

"If you offend the two demi-saints of Yellow Maple Valley, and still stay here, you will definitely bear the endless wrath of Yellow Maple Valley!"

In the eyes of everyone, Qin Changgeng was already a dead man, and he was a little far away from Qin Changgeng.

It's like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and I don't want to have anything to do with Qin Changgeng, I'm afraid of being affected.

Although he wanted to enter the valley, he didn't use this drastic way to make a feud with Yellow Maple Valley.

Listen to the words of those warriors.

Qin Changgeng was a little surprised, this Zhao Aotian's grandfather was actually his old acquaintance.

Since the last time Qin Cheng said goodbye, I haven't seen it for some days.

Since he killed his grandson, he might as well come and wait for the rabbit, and the family just needs to be neat and tidy.

"Ben Shao is waiting for him at this valley mouth, so if the Holy Son and the Great Elder dare to come and kill him together."

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Qin Changgeng sat down with such a big grin, and even began to close his eyes to recuperate.

"Crazy, just crazy."

"Look, wait for the half-saint powerhouses of Yellow Maple Valley to come, I'm afraid these people will be suppressed in an instant."

"Hey, after he stirs things up like this, Huang Fenggu may be angry with us."

There were whispers of warriors around, but Qin Changgeng didn't pay attention to them.

It didn't take long for a young man with a soft face and thin lips to volley into the air.

Wearing golden armor and a purple crown, he was surrounded by a fierce aura.

It was Zhao Xiongba, the holy son of Huang Fenggu who came in a hurry.

Seeing the corpse on the ground, his indifferent face suddenly became hideous.

"Who, who killed my brother?"

The poignant voice, with deep resentment, echoed outside the Yin Wind Valley.

It's just that because of a little delay, I saw Zhao Aotian's corpse, and Zhao Xiongba was about to go crazy.

The wind blows the snow and puffs up his chest and takes a step forward without squinting.

"It's me, he's rude to Qin Shao, and it's not a pity to die."

The flat tone was as if he hadn't killed a person just now, as if he had slaughtered a chicken.

Zhao Xiongba's eyes widened angrily and he roared.

"Then you and the people around you, go and bury my brother.

An innate qi burst out from Zhao Xiongba's body and turned into a huge palm, enveloping the area where the wind blew the snow.

The giant palm fell, and even this space was imprisoned, and it was impossible to break free at all.

This is to bombard everyone in the vicinity here.