Zhang Zheng has never been a wicked person, but he is by no means a foolish person.

If anyone does not offend me, he will not offend himself. If anyone gives me a sword, he will return ten swords.

That's why he chose the most direct and bloody way to deter these people.

But that's not enough.

Only if there are enough dead people and strong enough can the prestige of the Red Flower Pavilion be cast.

None of the seventeen people who died before were innate martial artists, in his eyes they were just miscellaneous fish, and they didn't even have the desire to make a move.

What he wants to kill is those innate martial artists, using their blood to establish power, even if they don't come, Zhang Zheng will go to them, but now he can save some effort.

Feeling the powerful aura of the Red Flower Pavilion, his eyes finally showed interest.

"Boom"

The five fingers flexed, and immediately there was an invisible wall of qi in the air that stopped the seventeen heads, and the violent internal force hovered in the air, and the cold killing intent erupted unscrupulously, impacting the human heart, which was a kind of cold from the inside out, which made people creepy.

"Peng" held his five fingers together, and all the heads exploded in an instant, turning into a blood mist in the sky, the cold ice true qi exploded, and the blood mist turned into dense inch-long ice blades, which shot out.

"Brush, brush, brush" Countless mournful wails sounded, blood-colored flowers bloomed in the air, and in an instant they formed ice crystals, like the most bewitching roses.

By the internal force he invoked, there were a few more people in Snow City who could block it that day, and a moment later, most of the people in the martial arts surrounded outside the Red Flower Pavilion died, and their corpses turned into lifelike ice sculptures, lying on the ground horizontally.

After seven or eight breaths, the remaining people rushed into the hall, led by three innate martial artists.

A knife

A sword

One punch

The aura was overflowing, his eyes were full of fierce light, and his body was covered with scars, more of which were the wounds left by wild beasts.

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The innate martial artist, and it is also one of the more powerful existences, which cannot be taken lightly.

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"The people of the Red Flower Pavilion actually have such great courage to dare to kill the people of my Beishan Sword Sect. ”

The man with the sword on his back said coldly, the internal force around his body was surging, his eyes were sharp and sharp, making people dare not look directly, and a powerful sword momentum faintly erupted from the void, and the person who was pressed was about to be out of breath.

His strength not only comes from his strength, but also from the sect behind him, an incomparably huge force.

After hearing the four words of Beishan Jianmen, the people around couldn't help but gasp, and turned to look at the white-clothed young man standing on the pavilion with a pitiful gaze.

"Alas, the Red Flower Pavilion has provoked the Beishan Sword Gate, and it's over. ”

"Even if the city lord goes out of the customs, it's useless. ”

"In the face of the strength of the Beishan Sword Gate, Heavenly Snow City couldn't resist. ”

People discussed in a whisper, and the middle-aged man with the sword on his back was not in a hurry to make a move, but there was a little banter in his eyes, as if he was playing cat and mouse.

In the southern country, the Beishan Sword Gate is one of the overlords, and only a few forces can fight against it, but Tianxue City is no longer among them.

It's just a big city, so there's nothing to worry about.

What he wanted to see was the horror and fear on Zhang Zheng's face, without that desperate expression.

But when his eyes fell on the face of the young man in white, all he saw was the same indifference as always, mixed with a little disdain.

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"Beishan Sword Gate?" On the pavilion, Zhang Zheng muttered to himself, then turned his head away and asked softly at her, "Do you know?"

The Red Flower Lady frowned, and said with a bitterness between her eyebrows: "The Beishan Sword Gate is one of the four major forces in the Southern Kingdom, and there are countless masters in the sect, and the Heaven Shaking Sword is famous in the Northern Regions, which is far from being comparable to us. ”

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"You go quickly, I can't bother you. She tugged at his sleeve and said resolutely.

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"Heaven Shaking Sword?" Zhang Zheng held her palm with one hand, paused but said in a deep voice: "I also want to see and understand." ”

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"Boom" A terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, the violent cold air rolled up the wind, the air was filled with edge, and his gaze fell on the man with the sword on his back: "Kill you, the master of the Beishan Sword Gate should come to me." ”

"Ignorant child. The middle-aged man's face turned cold, and he scolded: "Wait until I take your head and hang it on the city gate." ”

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The "sonorous" iron sword was pulled out, and the snowy sword body did not have any impurities, like a clear spring, rippling with moonlight.

A sword is a good sword, and a man is also a supreme swordsman.

The iron sword crossed the sky, the person was like a flying swallow, rising from the ground, the powerful internal force was undoubtedly revealed, and the sword qi crossed the void, cutting through the air.

When the "dong" sword qi was approaching, Zhang Zheng stretched out his two fingers, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, the sword qi was crushed, and then the whole person crossed the void seven or eight feet, and his body did not pause at all, and when he came to the middle-aged man's body, the palm wrapped with the extreme cold ice true qi easily tore the layers of sword curtains, printed on his chest, and his heart was instantly frozen, and after a while, an ice sculpture fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Zheng landed on the ground, with an extra iron sword in his hand, which was the swordsman's. With a wave of his hand, his huge head was cut off, and the cold blade of the sword slammed into the pillar on the top of the building.

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"The first. He said coldly, and then walked towards the remaining two innate masters: "Say, which sect are you from." ”

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"In the Lower Qingshan Chamber of Commerce, the Tianxue City is in charge. The man with the knife unconsciously took half a step back, and hurriedly explained: "There is no malice here, and I hope the young man will not misunderstand." ”

"The Northern Regions Bazhai Boxing is unparalleled. The other person had more backbone, although he was frightened, he did not take half a step back, a pair of huge fists in front of him, and the powerful qi blew the people around him to retreat again and again.

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The three major forces, each of which is at the hegemonic level of the southern country, are called the martial arts, but in Zhang Zheng's eyes, they are just local chickens and dogs.

With his current strength, he has nothing to fear.

"Qiudian, should the two of them be killed. He asked softly, tilting his head.

"Yes," she gritted her teeth and said coldly.

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"In that case. Before he finished speaking, no one could see him, and his voice echoed in the air: "Then go and die." ”

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"One Knife Cut"

"Fist divides mountains and rivers"

The steward of the Qingshan Chamber of Commerce and the fist Wushuang of the Northern Regions Bazhai immediately reacted, glanced at each other, and directly came up with their own tricks.

The oppression given to them by this white-clothed young man was too strong, and the people from Beishan Sword Gate were killed in seconds with just one move, and the two of them couldn't raise their fighting spirit at all, they just wanted to go back and move the rescuers.

A three-zhang sword light roared

The golden fist print roared

Tear apart the pervasive cold and stir up a violent wind.

"Retreat"

The two of them retreated sharply, and they shot out of the hall.

However, in the next breath, Zhang Zheng appeared behind them, his slender fingers slapped out two palms, and the violent cold ice true qi surged, pouring into the bodies of the two of them, and the heart veins were frozen in ice, and the three could not breathe, and the two lifelike ice sculptures were formed.

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The cold ice true qi that has cultivated to the fourth level of the Great Perfection is so domineering.

His gaze was drawn to the knife in the hand of the steward of the Qingshan Chamber of Commerce.

A long, narrow knife, five feet long, with a slightly curved blade and half of the blade, about a finger long, and a handle two feet long.

"I just don't have a good knife, so let's use it first. He grasped it with five fingers, and the long knife fell into his hand, and with a slight swing, he pulled out a knife flower.

"It's your turn. With a long knife in hand, Zhang Zheng walked towards the remaining martial arts people.

"Ah, the devil. ”

"Don't come here"

"Run. ”

After a few moments, it was suddenly clean.

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"Hang all the heads in the doorway. The Red Flower Lady walked down, paused and pointed to the two ice sculptures and said, "By the way, carry them to the door and put them away." ”