The scene became almost dead silent.

There were originally hundreds of Bishan disciples, but when they fought with the Sanhe Gang, there were almost 200 dead and wounded. After that, there were almost less than 200 Bishan disciples who surrounded Zhang Qingshan.

Nearly 200 Bishan disciples besieged Zhang Qingshan alone.

In Chen Wei's opinion, this is just a trivial matter that comes naturally, even if he is a first-class master, in the face of so many people, if he stands in place and does not distance himself, when his internal strength is exhausted, it is a dead end. What's more, Chen Wei knew that this person was just second-rate, so it was even more impossible to make any waves.

But at this time, his eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out.

"How is that possible?" Chen Wei muttered to himself.

Even Yan Zhiqing looked incredible, looking at the scene in front of Zhang Qingshan, where there were only more than twenty or thirty disciples left, he thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and found that this was really the truth.

Chen Wei ...... Chen Wei...... This ......" Yan Zhiqing pointed at Zhang Qingshan and began to stutter when he spoke.

"This ...... I don't know, he ......" Chen Wei couldn't explain it at all for a while. He had noticed this person a few days ago, and he had a banquet in Zuiyue Tower, and he had people go to investigate. I'm sure he's a second-rate master.

But this ...... There are second-rate masters who can hit nearly 200 people head-on and dare not approach?

At least he wasn't convinced.

Zhang Qingshan was covered in blood at this time, and his clothes had begun to drop blood drop by drop. He was covered in white mist, as if the evil qi had turned into substance, and it was so terrifying that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

And there were only a few dozen people left, all holding long swords at this moment, looking at each other, not daring to step forward at all.

Zhang Qingshan felt pain all over his body, but his spirit was unprecedentedly good, his thoughts were accessible, and his soul was unfettered, pointing straight to his heart.

He lifted the Cold Star Sword and took a step, and all the disciples of Bishan retreated wildly, thinking that he was going to make a move, and looked at him in fear.

He just smiled, and then, looking up, he said loudly, "Is anyone else coming?"

Chen Wei and Yan Zhiqing looked at each other, but even they couldn't figure out the bottom of Zhang Qingshan for a while, so they didn't dare to move.

is so invincible, if you go up and get killed, you will really die in vain.

Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Qingshan stabbed the Cold Star Sword into the soil.

"Whoever steps over this sword, die!"

He turned around directly, came to Zheng Zhongxiang's side and sat down, "Uncle Zheng, I'll recover my internal strength first!"

"Okay!" Zheng Zhongxiang's eyes were shining, Zhang Qingshan's bravery just now was beyond his imagination. Just now, he did have the mentality of fighting to the death, but at this time, he was infected by Zhang Qingshan, and his heart was surging and indescribable.

The disciples of Bishan, seeing this scene, although they were indignant in their hearts, no one dared to step over the long sword after all.

The impression that Zhang Qingshan left on them was too terrifying.

One person, one sword, as if tireless, someone dies when he shoots.

The fear of death made their scalps tingle when they thought about it.

"Senior Brother Yan, let's strike together and kill this son!" Chen Wei was furious when he heard Zhang Qingshan's words, he stood up suddenly, lifted the steel knife, and roared.

Yan Zhiqing's face changed, he took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "No need, I have already released the flying pigeon to pass the book." Otherwise, the head of the sect will arrange for the strong man to come soon, and when the time comes, this person will definitely die! Now we still have to retain our strength, let the remaining disciples return to the mansion to cultivate, and wait for the sect to come to help!"

The corners of Chen Wei's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Fear of death is fear of death, and it is shameless to say it so high-soundingly.

However, he didn't refute, let himself go alone, he didn't dare to go up, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Everything is arranged by Senior Brother Yan!"

"Everyone, withdraw to the house. Chen Wei waved his hand at the standing disciple and shouted.

The remaining dozens of people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and immediately withdrew to the Chen Mansion.

At this time, the corpses in one place were bleeding like rivers.

Especially in front of Zhang Qingshan and Zheng Zhongxiang, the corpses were piled up in several layers, and at a glance, it looked like a mass grave.

Half an hour later, Zhang Qingshan opened his eyes.

He didn't see a single Bishan disciple, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "What about them?"

"I was frightened by you and withdrew to the Chen Mansion. Zheng Zhongxiang leaned against the trunk of the tree, although he was seriously injured at this time and his internal strength was almost lost, he always insisted on guarding Zhang Qingshan.

At this moment, when I saw Zhang Qingshan wake up, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Zhongxiang took a deep breath, forcibly sat up straight, clenched his fists and said, "Zhang Gongzi, today's great kindness, I, Zheng Zhongxiang, ......"

"Uncle Zheng, it's not interesting to say that. Zhang Qingshan stretched out his hand and directly interrupted Zheng Zhongxiang's words, saying, "You are an elder, I am a junior, it is impossible for me to watch you die." Like, if I'm in danger, can you watch me die?"

"This ......"

"Okay, now do you plan to continue waiting, or go back first?" Zhang Qingshan asked.

"Wait! There are so many people in the Sanhe Gang, it is impossible to die in vain! I must wait here for the people in the gang to come and give them an explanation!" Zheng Zhongxiang said stubbornly.

Zhang Qingshan nodded and said, "Then you heal first, and I'll guard you by the side!"

Zheng Zhongxiang did not refuse, he was seriously injured, and there was not much internal strength left, so he must hurry up to heal his injuries, otherwise, it is very likely that he will be left with unrecoverable dark wounds.

Closing his eyes, he immediately turned on his mind and began to heal.

Zhang Qingshan tidied up his clothes, he was now covered in blood, and he had begun to condense, and his whole body exuded a fishy smell.

"Next time, you have to put a few sets of clothes in the storage space, this smell is ......" Zhang Qingshan pinched his nose with one hand, and he hated himself.

There is no way to deal with it, and the more he is too lazy to deal with it.

Recalling the impulsive scene before, he suddenly felt a feeling of blood boiling when he thought about it now.

This is what a martial artist should do.

Don't be afraid, just do what you want to do.

Cowering, without that sharp aura, even with the assistance of the system, the more difficult it is to step into the peak of martial arts.

If someone dares to bully him next time, he will know what he should do.

Breathing a sigh of relief, although he had experienced a big battle, his mood and spirit were unusually comfortable.

He found a place to sit down and stayed by Zheng Zhongxiang's side.

Half an hour or so.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard again on the side of the street.

Zhang Qingshan immediately stood up, and at a glance, he saw a person galloping on horseback, and behind him, there were nearly a hundred blue-maned horses following him.

The people who came were all dressed in gorgeous robes, some carried large swords, some carried long swords in their hands, and some carried huge maces on their shoulders, which was fierce and mighty.

"These should be the people of the Three Rivers Gang!" Zhang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, if it was still someone from the Bishan Sword Sect who came first, he would have forcibly taken Zheng Zhongxiang away anyway.