As soon as Ding Chunqiu's words came out, the cheers and scolding in the audience suddenly precipitated.

But the yellow clothes and Xu Wuliang's faces turned green at the same time.

Xu Wuliang's original look of being high in charge of the world turned into an eternal ice-like existence.

Without him, just because Ding Chunqiu pointed his finger on the tip of his nose when he was scolding.

"Okay!Okay!Okay!You're really good!" Xu Wuliang coldly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, looked at Ding Chunqiu, and stepped out, his majestic true qi boiled.

At this moment, an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded.

"Okay Nima, okay, I'll fuck your second uncle, you son and no asshole dog, uncle, I provoked you to provoke you, do you scold me? What are you glaring at? Look at your mother, don't have a father, grandma doesn't love your uncle, and chickens and dogs don't care about your grandson? You dare to scold Lao Tzu, you are really impatient!" The angry voice suddenly erupted from Huang Shang's mouth like a cannon, and his whole person was like a shrew scolding the street, jumping to point at the tip of Xu Wuliang's nose and cursing loudly.

He didn't dare to resist Ding Chunqiu's habitual ridicule, but what kind of thing was this, he dared to agree with Ding Chunqiu's mocking words about himself, and all of a sudden, his whole body went berserk.

His voice, like a raging hurricane, shocked everyone present at once.

It was Ding Chunqiu, and it was only after the shock that he figured out why he ran wild.

And that Xu Wuliang was trembling all over his body at the moment, and his face was as dark as the door god.

As the third true legend of Changchun Valley, how could he have suffered such humiliation.

From small to large. It's all about him bullying others. When would someone dare to bully him.

Yes. Huang Shang's vicious swearing made him crazy in an instant.

And at this moment, Huang Sheng patted his chest and said, "It's so cool to scold a real powerhouse!"

Huang Shang's voice was like the last straw that crushed the camel, and in an instant, it ignited Xu Wuliang's volcanic anger.

"Ahhh......hhh Damn ants, mongrels, animals, I'm going to peel you and cramp your body into pieces. Give me death!"

A crazy roar sound came from Xu Wuliang's mouth, and his whole person rushed forward, as if he had turned into a hideous and fierce Peng bird, and slapped his palm towards Huang Shang.

With Xu Wuliang's move, the majestic and incomparable true qi instantly turned into a transparent gangqi, forming a fierce handprint in the air, and suddenly crushed away with overwhelming might.

As soon as the terrifying power appeared, it made everyone in the audience tremble.

Everyone present suddenly felt stiff, and the true qi flowing in their bodies was like a mouse seeing a cat. It doesn't move a minute anymore.

It was the yellow dress, and the corners of his mouth trembled at this moment. Facing the overwhelming palm, he only felt that the true qi in his body, which was like the Yangtze River, was so small at this moment, that he couldn't even afford the idea of taking a hard palm.

In an instant, he shouted: "it, Lao Ding, come and save me!"

As he spoke, his whole figure flickered, unfolded the spiral nine shadows, and exploded backwards.

And at this moment, looking at Duan Zhengchun, who had changed drastically in the field, his whole person was excited.

"Xu Gongzi, kill him, kill that miscellaneous piece!"

His voice trembled at this moment, even if Huang Sheng only came with Ding Chunqiu, but at this moment, he couldn't wait for Huang Shang to die on the spot.

And that Xu Wuliang, the anger in his eyes was already beating wildly, and in the face of Huang Shang, the killing machine in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, out of control.

"No one can save you today, let me die, you despicable ant, mongrel!"

The corners of Xu Wuliang's mouth, with ruthlessness and hideousness, the almost transparent handprint, the crazy urging, with a continuous cycle of strangulation, slammed down.

Such a fierce palm force, once it slapped on Huang Shang's body, it would definitely be able to slap it apart.

Yes, the corners of his mouth already had a happy smile, as if Huang Shang was already a dead man.

But at this moment, a white shadow ghostly appeared in Xu Wuliang's eyes.

"What a big breath, I'm going to save him today, look at the sword!"

Ding Chunqiu's voice, the moment it sounded, a cold light immediately appeared.

The cold and sharp long sword, as soon as it appeared, the air rippled out in a circle of transparent ripples, like water waves, quickly dispersed.

As soon as the rigid and soft power in Ding Chunqiu's body collided, it turned into a kind of ruined power, which was transported all over the sword body, and the cold light appeared in an instant, like a drop of water, directly tearing Xu Wuliang's fierce and terrifying handprint.

Sneer......

The piercing sound of gold and iron instantly spread throughout the audience.

The terrifying long sword carried a tragic aura, and with such a stab, it wiped out Xu Wuliang's deadly killing machine in an instant.

"No...... It can't be!"

Xu Wuliang's eyes, with a touch of disbelief, were shocked in the face of Ding Chunqiu's tragic and domineering sword.

"Nothing is impossible, go die!"

Ding Chunqiu walked with the sword, like a swimming dragon, and suddenly bullied in front of Xu Wuliang, and the long sword in his hand was in the air, stabbing out in an instant.

The 'Dustless Killing Sword' in Xiaocheng's state is like Jiang Yue flowing white, with a dreamy water color, driving straight in, and the killing opportunity is infinite.

The cold glow like a drop of water, breaking a qiē obstacle, cutting off a qiē restraint, is the air, and at this moment it emits a whining and mournful sound.

When Ding Chunqiu did not break through to the peak of the virtual realm, he could fight with Gongsun Pengnan, who had just entered the real realm, without falling behind.

Now he not only broke through to the peak of the virtual realm, but also completed the most suitable "Yin Yang Star Sutra" to coexist with the power of yin and yang, and extended the 'Dustless Killing Sword' to the realm of Xiaocheng, and now not to mention that this Xu Wuliang realm fell to the peak of the virtual realm, even in his heyday, Ding Chunqiu was also sure of a battle.

This 'dustless killing sword' is a powerful sword that is a fusion of Ding Chunqiu's learned under the sword intent of Dugu to seek defeat, this kind of swordsmanship, this kind of swordsmanship, is the supreme method that surpasses ordinary existence, and it is also the top mastery in the rivers and lakes, and at this moment, in the hands of Ding Chunqiu, the creator of Zào, it can bloom with unprecedented light.

Therefore, this sword made Xu Wuliang feel an unprecedented despair.

"No...... This is impossible! Xuanyin is shattered, open it for me!"

Xu Wuliang roared madly, his palms were like battle axes, and in the realm of despair at this moment, he bloomed with unprecedented peak combat power.

The frenzied true qi was like a sea tide, crushing towards Ding Chunqiu one after another.

Facing the pressure as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea, Ding Chunqiu was invincible with a sword.

His long sword contains indomitable fierceness and domineering, a sword sacrifice, no blood will be returned, either you will die, or I will die.

This sword not only brings together Ding Chunqiu's understanding of this life, but also brings together his rebellious nature.

This kind of swordsmanship is no longer a killing technique, but a method of detachment.

He is using a sword to interpret his own life and pour out his life.

As soon as the long sword comes out, everything is sent, a sword is in the sky, and there is no blood.

This is the true meaning of swordsmanship that he realized.

Dustless sword, only take life, never stain dust!

His sword, like a carp swimming against the current, would rather die than jump over the dragon gate.

At this moment, Xu Wuliang's eyes bloomed with despair.

He frantically urged the true qi of his body, turning into wave after wave of destruction, intending to exhaust Ding Chunqiu, a carp swimming upstream.

But that sword became the only one in the world, destroying his hope inch by inch, and giving him endless despair with an indomitable momentum.

"No...... I Xu Wumei is peerlessly talented, how can I die in the hands of ants like you, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, give me defeat!"

Xu's immeasurable hysterical cry was like a mad beast, blooming with fireworks of despair of life.

He tried his best, drumming up his true qi, and volleyed his palms into the air, wanting to block Ding Chunqiu's fatal sword at the last moment.

The invisible force annihilated the air, but under this ordinary but transcendent sword, blood flowed.

Burst!

Ding Chunqiu's long sword pierced his hands, and then collapsed, Xu Wuliang's hands were like earth and stones, directly turning into flying minced meat, with blood light, bursting on the spot.

And Ding Chunqiu's long sword did not stop, just like Ding Chunqiu's footsteps, which never stopped, and handed it towards Xu Wuliang's throat.

At this moment, Xu Wuliang forgot the pain of his palms shattering, and his whole body was already overwhelmed by shock and fear.

"Don't, don't kill me, you kill me Changchun Valley won't let you go, spare me, I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to betray Changchun Valley, spare me, I don't want to die!"

His voice, with horror it had never seen before, said words that he had never dared to imagine before.

But Ding Chunqiu looked at him and said indifferently: "If you don't die, the anger in my heart can't be vented, so I don't need your surrender!"

The words fell, and the sword crossed the air.

Burst!

Blood light burst out from his throat in Xu Wuliang's shocked and hopeful eyes.

Ding Chunqiu's long sword pierced Xu Wuliang's neck, without hesitation or leaving his hand.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Ding Chunqiu's long sword was withdrawn, and Xu Wuliang struggled and waved his handsless arms, blocking his neck, trying to save his life.

But blood, like a fountain, shot out.

In his mouth, with a whimpering and mournful cry, he fell to the sky and shook a cloud of dust.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's long sword exuded a light sound, like a clear breeze and a bright moon, telling an endless life.

The long sword is as cold as the river and the moon, and the sword is dusty, but it is not contaminated with half a cent of blood.

Ding Chunqiu was dressed in white and had white hair, standing arrogantly, the cold light in his eyes opened and closed, and he glanced at the audience.

Whether it is Shaolin, the beggar gang or the Dali Duan family, they all feel a chill in their hearts, their mouths are dry, and there is indescribable panic in their eyes. (To be continued......)