"Dong Xu, do you really want the Tianbang token in my hand?" Qing Yun's faint smile was slightly restrained, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes.

"Haha

"Hmph, let's go together!" Dong Xu snorted coldly when he saw this, and then his eyes scanned back and forth, a big war was imminent.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seven or eight Xiaoyaomen disciples glanced at each other, and then shot out in a volley, and Dong Xu took the lead in the first rush, the sword in his hand was in a straight line, and hundreds of sword flowers emerged!

With a hint of caution on his face, Qing Yun not only chose to escape because of the large number of opponents, on the contrary, Qing Yun actually killed Dong Xu with a virtual willow branch in his hand.

Ding—

Under a series of blows, it only took a few breaths, and Qing Yun was surrounded by Dong Xu and others.

"Chaotic Sword directly hacked him to death!" Dong Xu shouted, and at this moment, the momentum climbed again and again, and finally reached the seventh vein in an instant.

With the cultivation of Dong Xu's seven veins, plus the remaining five or six vein masters, it is still possible to kill the masters of the ordinary younger generation in the rivers and lakes. But they didn't know the Dao at all, the number on the Heavenly Rank Token in Qing Yun's hand, if they knew the Dao, then they would definitely not dare to do this.

"Look at the sword!"

Dong Xu jumped with his feet backpedaling, his body was three feet above the ground, the blue sword in his hand fell down, and on his head and feet, he continuously shot out a series of brilliant sword lights.

"Falling-swinging-of-swallowing!"

A black hair suddenly stood upside down, Qing Yun's figure was blurred, and he was facing Dong Xu's attack head-on in an instant, and the corners of his mouth brought a dangerous smile, and the willow branches continued to sway, sliding sideways in the air, and he dodged in a fraction of a second!

"Not good!"

"Be careful!"

Everyone raised their heads in unison, and when they saw Dong Xu's attack hit the empty space, they were immediately shocked.

Even if the strength of ordinary martial artists is strong, they can't dodge in the air for a short distance, but now Qing Yun not only moved to dodge for a short time, but also heard his muttering shouts when his body was up.

"Thousand-leg!"

Hundreds of legs appeared in the air in an instant, and in this way, Dong Xu, who was wide open, finally felt a strong aura of death.

In such a close fight, Dong Xu and Qing Yun were in a parallel space, and it was too late for the blue sword in his hand to return to defense, so he had no choice but to protect his chest at 90 degrees with one hand!

Bang—

With a series of explosions, Dong Xu snorted, and was kicked out of the empty space seven or eight miles away, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

Qing Yun succeeded in one blow, but did not show any color, and a simple 'belt sword' appeared from his waist, followed by a series of false strokes!

Hmmm—

Under the sword light, the Xiaoyao Sect disciples on the ground below finally dispersed in shock, but two of them were still shot in the throat by the sword qi!

Poof!

Two blood injections rushed into the sky, and it was only a long time, but when Qing Yun landed, there were already two more corpses on the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Wu!"

Under the frightened shouts, Qing Yun finally got up automatically without wind.

"I remember I warned you just now, but it's too late!"

Qing Yun pointed at everyone with one hand, and the strong strength of the eight veins was finally revealed.

"Eighty-eight veins!how is it possible?" A slightly trembling figure slowly got up from the ground of more than ten zhang, and looked at Qing Yun, who was holding a sharp sword at the moment, with a look of disbelief.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted out directly, Dong Xu's face turned from red to white, looking at a depression in his chest, the disciples of Xiaoyaomen finally understood that Dong Xu now had no combat power.

In a few moves, Dong Xu, who had the strength of the seven veins, was seriously injured, and Qing Yun's strength was simply rare.

"Senior Brother Dong!"

The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect retreated one after another, and at this moment they finally realized how stupid they were to snatch Qing Yun's Heavenly Rank Token today.

"Die!"

Qing Yun muttered to herself, and then her figure flashed, and a string of sword light shot out wildly!

Ahh

Ahh

"Don't kill me!huh—"

Under a series of screams, these Xiaoyao Sect disciples didn't have time to guard and dodge at all, and they were five people in a row!

Slowly walking towards Dong Xu, the slightest trace of blood on the sword in Qing Yun's hand fell to the ground, but behind him were five corpses.

"I'm a disciple of Linghu Haibo of Xiaoyaomen, you can't kill me!" Dong Xu covered his chest with his right hand, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Didn't your master teach you to put an end to future troubles?"

His face became more and more cold, and as soon as Qing Yun's voice fell, he swiped forward with one hand!

"No—"

Shhhh

Under the sound of the flesh being torn, a human head fell directly from Dong Xu's neck to the ground, and a blood injection appeared instantly.

Looking at Dong Xu who was lying in a pool of blood, Qing Yun turned around slowly, and his eyes shot at a certain dense forest in Burning Slope again.

"Come out, two!" Qingyun said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, two figures suddenly shot out of the dense forest.

Bang Bang Bang —

Under the continuous clapping, one of the black-robed men grinned.

"It is worthy of being the first master of the younger generation of the Sword Heart Pavilion, strong enough!"

Unexpectedly, the two people who appeared at this moment could still talk and laugh after seeing Qing Yun kill the masters of Xiaoyaomen, so their identities were not simple.

Wind Shadow, Running Tiger!

That's right, what appeared at this moment were these two proud disciples of Ren Xiaotian.

The pupils of his eyes shrank, and according to Qing Yun's feelings, these two should not be simple.

"Are you two here to snatch my token?" Qingyun said with a hint of vigilance.

Hearing this, Fengying and Benhu glanced at each other, and then smiled lightly: "Qingyun, I have heard that you have been passed on by Wang's seniors, can I ask you for a few tricks?"

Among the rivers and lakes, the young generation of masters, Fengying and Ben Lei, have all inquired, and the most famous of them is in addition to Yi Tianxing of the Sword Casting Villa, which is the Qingyun of the Sword Heart Sect, and although the masters of other sects are also extremely powerful, but now that they are passing through Chicheng, of course, they want to find the Sword Heart Gate master here in Chicheng to fight.

Qing Yun's cultivation has reached the eight veins, and among the younger generation, it is simply an extremely powerful existence. But this Wind Shadow and Benhu, as the disciples of Ren Xiaotian, the number one master in the Western Regions, are also similar to Qingyun in terms of cultivation.

"Ask for advice, are the two of you going to go together?" Qing Yun's eyes stared at Fengying and Benhu, and her lips narrowed slightly.

"Do you think it's necessary to do this?" Kazekage chuckled, and then actually motioned for Benhu to leave the battle circle for the time being.

"Senior Brother Feng, be careful! this person is dangerous!" Benhu said softly, taking a few steps back.

Nodding slightly, the Wind Shadow flicked one hand, revealing a cold blade in his hand.

Such a scene made Qing Yun's face froze, and the sword in his hand was even heavier.

Generally speaking, there are not many masters who use short blades in the rivers and lakes, and now this wind shadow uses short blades against the enemy, and he is obviously a melee master.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, but who knows that an inch short is an inch of danger?

"Qingyun, I don't believe that your sword is faster than me! This is a stick of incense, if you can survive this time, then I can do without your token!"

A stick of incense appeared at the end of his hand for no reason, and as soon as the wind shadow was inserted into the ground, his figure shot forward, swinging his clothes in the open space of more than ten zhang!

"A stick of incense?"

Qing Yun was dressed in a green robe and couldn't automatically, and the fingers holding the sword touched the hilt of the sword, and then—

Phew—

The younger generation of masters of the Kenshin Sect could not have imagined that they would fight against the proud disciples of the number one master in the Western Regions today, and the stick of incense that this wind shadow said must have a very great certainty that they can win.

Dressed in a black robe, he watched Qing Yun flash towards him, and the short blade in the wind shadow rotated continuously in the palm of his hand, and then shot out!