Su Qingming's tone was calm, but there was some irritability in it that could not be concealed.

If you know Su Qingming, you will find this something very strange and even shocking.

When Zhou Zheng heard this, his face gradually became gloomy.

One of the most important reasons why he put up such a posture before the competition is to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger.

In his eyes, a disciple of the outer courtyard of the Sword Sect is a higher cultivator, but after all, he is weak, and compared with a family like the Yu family, it is like a firefly compared to Haoyue.

It's a pity that his hand of teasing and deterrence seems to have turned into a flattering eye to the blind, and the other party did not show any expression, as if none of these things had happened.

...

A stream of air swept up, rolling up gusts of wind.

Zhou Ruohua jumped hundreds of feet out of thin air, looked at the other party and mocked: "I'm here, you really think I'm afraid of you." ”

The words are very disdainful.

It's just that no one responds next, so the atmosphere gradually becomes awkward.

Zhou Ruohua's face became more and more ugly.

Because the other party did not look at him, or ignored him completely.

Previously, hundreds of young disciples of the Zhou family appeared on the round platform, and at this time, they all quietly retreated to the corner.

Su Qingming was looking down at the clothes on their bodies.

These costumes were different from those of several core disciples such as Zhou Ruohua, but he had seen them before.

Su Qingming finally knew what the subtle familiarity was at the beginning.

Then he frowned, and a wave of irritability fermented slightly in his heart.

"Three years ago, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, were the thirty-five people in that mansion in Mu'er Lane killed by you?"

Su Qingming asked.

Zhou Ruohua sneered: "It's your business." ”

...

The aura in the sky began to rage.

Several fierce sword qi eruptions followed.

Su Qingming didn't speak, and responded to the other party with a sword.

The long sword brought up the aura and shot towards the opponent's head.

Su Qingming didn't come out of the sword in the previous competition, because Su Qingming's heart was indeed very irritable.

Su Qingming's envoy's long sword did not have any momentum, giving people the feeling that there was only one word.

Fast!

A sharp and piercing grinding sound came out, so fast that the air seemed to be about to be torn apart.

Zhou Ruohua was covered in cold sweat, his footsteps stomped slightly, and the whole person rose to the sky.

The sword missed, smashing into the ground, and countless stone chips exploded all around.

Su Qingming's right index finger moved slightly.

The sword soared into the sky again, galloping towards the opponent's figure in the air.

Immediately afterwards, in the sea of clouds in the south, east, west, and northwest, there were bursts of explosions like air exploding, sometimes low, sometimes high.

Broken clouds are like three-year-old spring rain falling on the world, falling piece by piece.

Countless people craned their necks and looked up, and cultivators with a lot of realm even used secret methods to float into the air and level with the high platform.

As time passed, the clashing sound in the air became quieter and quieter, and more of it was the unbridled sword shuttling through the sea of clouds.

"Come down,"

Finally, a flat voice sounded.

Seeming to be a little impatient, Su Qingming then stretched out a hand deep into the sky, and then gently held it.

A dazzling sword burst out from the sea of clouds that was riddled with holes, and the light overflowed, enveloping the entire sky.

With a blinding sword erupt, a figure was knocked down from the sky and slammed into the ground.

Dust scattered.

Zhou Ruohua knelt on one knee, blood oozed from his chest, cheeks, and feet.

But before he could feel the pain of the sword wound, a shadow was hidden in front of his eyes.

Su Qingming stretched out a hand to hold his neck, obviously not very strong, but steadily lifted him directly into the air.

Su Qingming said, "Answer my question." ”

Zhou Ruohua felt the killing intent in the other party's eyes, and for some reason he didn't dare to move, and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't make a move, we were just on the periphery of the Lu Mansion that day, please don't kill me!." ”

Su Qingming let out a sigh and let go of his palm.

The next moment.

Crisp applause rang out.

Su Qingming's right palm stretched out, and then slapped Zhou Ruohua's face.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

It seems that Su Qingming's strength is well mastered, or the other party has not come back to his senses.

Zhou Ruohua's body kept leaning back, but his footsteps were not turbulent for half a minute, and he stood in place, so Su Qingming's every shot could hit the opponent's face firmly.

Some people saw this scene and were shocked and felt familiar.

Previously, Zhou Ruohua slapped Chen Ling'er the round platform.

Does this time mean that it will be returned?

When Chen Ling'er saw this scene, she blinked, snorted pitifully, and couldn't cry anymore.

The sound of slapping the face was transmitted to the ears of everyone on the round platform, and there was no sign of stopping.

Humiliating.

"Enough!"

Zhou Zheng couldn't stand it anymore and spoke out to stop it.

"I....... I throw in the towel. ”

Zhou Ruohua also spoke.

Su Qingming let go of his hand and turned to leave.

The young man, whose face was red and swollen and barely faced, was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands hidden in front of his chest and slightly sealed, his eyes full of indescribable resentment and viciousness.

After three breaths, a powerful wave of spiritual energy erupted around his body.

"I want Lao Tzu to admit defeat and wait for the next life!"

A roar of endless resentment rang out.

The cloud mirror that originally suppressed the old servant in the sky shone brightly, like the second red sun in the sky.

Countless auras began to sweep across the mirror.

Then a pure light appeared in everyone's eyes.

Countless people exclaimed.

Because the light was too strong.

It was as if it were an incomparable beam of light, with a holy and devastating aura that purified all things, starting from the sky.

There was no momentum or sound, but it seemed to ignore all distances and obstacles, and in an instant, it enveloped Su Qingming's whole body.

The air around them began to heat up, the aura boiled, and the hard masonry on the ground began to turn to ashes.

Zhou Zheng closed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he couldn't stop sneering.

Zhou Ruohua's face was as pale as paper. Sweat also soaked the whole body in an instant,

As the son of the Zhou family, and more importantly, the disciple valued by an elder of the Yu family, there are naturally a lot of various magic weapons.

Such a powerful spell with extremely lethal power had already surpassed the limit of one's own cultivation.

It stands to reason that there are not many people in the world who can dodge this blow unharmed.

But the final result was a little different from what he imagined.

The green bricks on the ground stopped melting, the temperature in the air quickly cooled, and finally the figure in the green shirt completely shrouded in white light reappeared.

Zhou Ruohua's eyes became incredulous.

Because the other party just swung a sword.

....

Yuanzhou immortal cultivators all know that the Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivation in the world.

There are a number of sword immortals in the world who are from there, but few people would think that a disciple who is just a disciple of the Ning Yuan Realm would be so domineering.

Su Qingming said, "You can die." ”

The sword qi Changhong penetrated the entire high platform, splitting the sea of clouds in the sky into two, and then disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

The only interesting thing is that this time the target is not Zhou Ruohua.

The terrifying beam of light headed towards the nearly a hundred young disciples of the Zhou family under the round platform, and in an instant, the bright light reflected countless young faces that were caught off guard.

The wind is howling.

Zhou Zheng came to hundreds of disciples.

These hundred young disciples are the hope and mainstay of the Zhou family's future, and no matter what, there can be no mistakes.

Su Qingming said lightly: "He will die." ”

Zhou Zheng, who was full of spiritual power, was stunned for a moment, then his pupils constricted, and he turned back suddenly.

I saw a long sword with a sharp sword aura, shooting towards Zhou Ruohua, who no longer had the slightest power to resist.

It was already a moment of life and death.

In a normal moment, there are many ways to solve this problem.

It's just that all this is too fast, and no one has come back to their senses except for Zhou Zheng, who is only one step away from the true realm of the cave.

The powerful sword aura is impressive.

Zhou Zheng's figure disappeared in place, and then appeared on a high platform hundreds of zhang above.

Without the slightest hesitation.

His hands stubbornly blocked the speeding flying sword. , and a violent wave of air was heard in the air.

Su Qingming ignored this, and just looked down silently.

Rumble!

The light fell to the ground, and the entire round platform began to shake violently, accompanied by the wails and screams of countless people.

The originally magnanimous round platform was instantly reduced to ruins.

Countless young disciples dressed in the costumes of the Zhou family fell under the rubble, and the breath of blood filled the sky.

"Bastard, you're looking for death!"

Zhou Zheng looked at this scene, his eyes were red, and the whole purple robe began to float violently.

Su Qingming clearly saw the green tendons on the other party's face, and also felt the surging killing intent, and even saw the next breath, the other party's fingers were less than ten zhang away from him.

The golden light of the two fingers was dazzling, with an incomparable killing intent.

A powerful cultivator who was only a line away from the true realm of the cave, and a blow with the intent of killing was difficult for Su Qingming to take head-on for the current Su Qingming.

But he still didn't care, not even trying to dodge.

He had previously slashed Zhou Ruohua out of the sword, and until now he was forcibly trapped in place by the other party.

No matter who you are, it's just a matter of taking out the sword and then putting it away, without even thinking too much about which moves and those routines.

Su Qingming said lightly: "Now! ”

The wind was calm, and there was not the slightest movement.

It's just that Zhou Zheng seemed to notice something, and turned his head in horror in mid-air, but he never had time to turn back.

I saw a void and transparent long sword appear in front of Zhou Ruohua out of thin air, and the sword body was crystal clear.

Poof!

The next moment, Zhou Ruohua covered his throat, and the rolling blood kept flowing out of it, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He took a few steps forward, then fell to the ground so hard that he could not say a word.

Chen Ling'er's round eyes widened.

There was a dead silence in the air.

Countless eyes full of surprise looked at Su Qingming.

No one believed that he dared to kill Zhou Ruohua, didn't he know the consequences of doing so?

"No one can stop me from killing whoever I want to kill."

Su Qing looked at the sluggish Zhou Zheng and said lightly: "No one." ”

The cold wind blew from the sea of clouds, and countless people looked at Su Qingming, who was in a green shirt at the top of the high platform, and only felt a slight chill all over.