Zheng Zhongxiang has come all the way, and he is really good for him.

Although there is a kind of magic reason in it.

However, it is undeniable that he is sincerely helping himself during this period of time.

Every time something happens, he is always the first to stand up and then arrange everything in order.

Therefore, seeing Zheng Zhongxiang's persistent appearance, he couldn't help but be touched in his heart.

What exactly is the reason for practicing martial arts?

Survival? Or is it a sword to help each other when the road is uneven? Or is it fame and fortune?

At this moment, he thought a lot.

Practicing martial arts is to have a clear mind, someone is bullying, you can fight back, and your friends are in trouble, you can draw a sword to help......

Now, Uncle Zheng is in trouble, and he doesn't want to dodge. Otherwise, why is it that you have worked so hard to practice martial arts?

Fang Cai's loud roar changed the mentality in his heart that he had always been wise to protect himself and stay out of the matter. Even those fears hidden in the depths have been completely broken.

The golden bell jar was shining with golden light, blocking the sword stabbed by the disciples of the Bishan Sword Sect outside. Make a tinkling sound,

Zhang Qingshan supported Zheng Zhongxiang, his feet exerted force, and he suddenly retreated.

The bell jar was wide open and rampaging through the crowd. In a moment, Zhang Qingshan rushed out of the encirclement through a gap.

He helped Zheng Zhongxiang to retreat again and again, until he retreated to the side of the road, under a green pine, and put Zheng Zhongxiang down.

"Come on!"

Zhang Qingshan roared, immediately took away the golden bell jar, and looked at the disciples of the Bishan Sword Sect who were following closely, the Cold Star Sword in his hand shook, and the killing intent in his chest suddenly skyrocketed.

"Kill!"

The disciples of the Bishan Sword Sect were not afraid at all. Nearly 100 people immediately rushed to Zhang Qingshan.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Zhang Qingshan stood in front of Zheng Zhongxiang, and the life-killing sword was directly unleashed.

The Cold Star Sword was like lightning, and it frantically struck out of the sword. Fast and ruthless, every sword is stabbed towards the enemy's vital point. At the beginning, the experience of crazy fighting in the system was immediately revealed.

Every time he stabbed a sword, one of them fell.

However, he has been unable to concentrate, because when he kills the enemy, he has to prevent someone from sneaking up on Zheng Zhongxiang. The body moves and shifts, and the sword goes back and forth, resulting in great internal force loss.

Not far away, Chen Wei and Yan Zhiqingyin didn't care at all, and chatted on the side.

They don't believe that a hairy boy can hold out for how long in the face of a siege of more than 100 people.

As for the dead point disciples...... The Bishan Sword Sect has never lacked disciples, and if they die, they can recruit them anew.

"Senior Brother Yan, what happened this time?" Chen Wei took out a towel, wiped the blood stains on his body, and asked.

Yan Zhiqing squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Whether it was Elder Feng yesterday or not, we will check again." However, after receiving your news, the head of the sect asked Elder Wei and I to immediately lead our disciples down the mountain and rush to Shangyang Mansion to deal with this matter.

However, he was only halfway through when he was suddenly intercepted and killed by the Three Rivers Gang. Elder Wei took the initiative to give us His Royal Highness, and we escaped by luck. However, later received news that Elder Wei had unfortunately been killed. I've already passed the word out, and this time, I'm fighting with the Three Rivers Gang!"

Chen Wei sighed in his heart, could this be the envoy's plan?

Elder Wei is a first-class master, right?

He actually said that he was killed, and he was killed.

Is this the strength of the envoys?

However, he was a little excited in his heart, fortunately he joined them, and when this matter was over, the envoy would take action and raise his strength to a first-class level.

Hmph!

Compared to being a dog of the Bishan Sword Sect, I am afraid that it is more than countless times stronger.

"The Three Rivers Gang is so bold, Senior Brother Yan will rest for a while, and I will go and cut off this Zheng Zhongxiang's head to pay tribute to Elder Wei!"

Chen Wei pretended to be angry, threw away the towel in his hand, lifted the steel knife, and rushed directly to the place where Zhang Qingshan was.

"All the disciples of Bishan listen to the order, and in the time of a stick of incense, I want their heads to fall to the ground!" Chen Wei pointed at Zheng Zhongxiang and Zhang Qingshan, and roared angrily.

At this moment, Zhang Qingshan's internal force is seriously lost.

The surrounding disciples of Bishan seemed to be unafraid.

The long sword was wielded, and the sword of death had been used to the limit by him. But Rao was like this, and at this time, he was also hit by a few swords on his body, although they were only skin injuries, but the pain of the wounds also began to affect his moves.

And the disciples of Bishan, except for the dozens of people he had just killed, at this time, there was no shortage around, one after another, as if they didn't know to be afraid at all.

"Death for me!"

Zhang Qingshan's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and the first form of the Heavenly Sword, which determined life and death, was once again displayed.

The sword qi was like a rainbow, stabbing out frantically.

Suddenly, a large number of Bishan disciples were directly pierced by the sword qi and died.

The encirclement of the inner and outer three layers was directly penetrated by a sword.

The disciples of the Hundred Mountains were shocked by the power of this sword on the spot, and some did not dare to step forward.

However, in fact, Zhang Qingshan's sword stabbed out, and his internal strength was suddenly exhausted, if he hadn't held it in one breath, he would have fallen down at this moment, and he couldn't support it.

"What are you afraid of? Give it to me! How long can he last alone? Whoever kills him, I will immediately recommend him to the head of the sect as an inner disciple!" Chen Wei was on the side, and when he saw that the disciple was hesitant and did not dare to step forward, he immediately shouted.

The eyes of the disciples of Bishan immediately lit up.

They are all outer disciples, and they can't get the true transmission of the sect.

Once you become an inner disciple, you will immediately be able to turn over and learn the true and profound sword skills of the Sword School. When the time comes, glory and wealth, fame and fortune are immediately in sight.

Moreover, as Chen Wei said, how long can he support himself? Even if he is at the peak of the second rate, he is almost at the limit at this moment.

"Kill!"

I don't know who shouted, and the disciples of Bishan shot again.

The long sword was swung like a hungry wolf pounced on the tiger.

"Zhang Gongzi, you go quickly! don't worry about me!" Zheng Zhongxiang sat on the ground, leaning against the big tree, he saw Zhang Qingshan's breath disorder, knew that he was almost at the limit, and hurriedly shouted.

Zhang Qingshan tightened the Cold Star Sword in his hand, turned his head, and said, "Will you come with me?"

"I ......," Zheng Zhongxiang was speechless for a while.

"Then let's kill them!" Zhang Qingshan took a deep breath, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on his face, and he directly called out the system interface. Tap on the option to restore internal forces.

Immediately, he felt a warm current circulating in the meridians.

In the dantian, the internal force was suddenly filled.

"Uncle Zheng, if you don't die today, you have to give me fifty secret books!" Zhang Qingshan roared, and suddenly his momentum soared into the sky, and the sword qi of the Cold Star Sword erupted, and he once again fought against the disciples of Bishan.

"Poof!poof!poof......"

Once again, the disciples of Bishan died.

"Life and death!"

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the cold star sword sweeps like an autumn wind.

When the sword qi arrived, it was like cutting straw, harvesting the lives of the disciples of the Bishan Sword Sect.

"Come on!"

Zhang Qingshan was like a sealed demon, and he frantically slashed his sword.

In a few moments, a thick layer of corpses was piled up around Zhang Qingshan.

More than 100 disciples of Bishan were almost killed by him at this moment.

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