Holy Lord's Strongest Soldier King System

Chapter 142 Li Qing
"excuse me!"

Li Qing swiftly struck Wang Feng with his sword.

Before Wang Feng could react, Li Qing had already rushed in front of him. With a slash of his long sword, a strand of hair fell to the ground instantly.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was Li Qing letting him go. If there was a real fight, Wang Feng's head would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Wang Feng was furious, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed at the opponent, Li Qing stepped back and let Wang Feng attack, but no matter what, Wang Feng couldn't touch the opponent at all.

Wang Feng evaded again and again, Wang Feng drew out his sword again and again, one dodged and another, the strength of the two of them was judged immediately.

"This kid has finally met his opponent. I know Li Qing best. He has a stubborn temper, so he won't care about Wang Feng."

"That's right, Wang Feng has suffered a lot."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but most of them were optimistic about Li Qing.

"kill!"

Wang Feng struck suddenly, the long sword directly hit the ground, and a deep crack appeared on the sword testing platform.

At this moment, Li Qing suddenly kicked Wang Feng directly in the stomach, the long sword was released, and Li Feng rolled three or four meters away in an instant.

Wang Feng had never been humiliated like this before, and he was furious at the moment. He picked up the long sword first, and then swiped the sword without saying a word.

Li Qing dodged again and again, but Wang Feng still couldn't hurt him at all.

Suddenly, Li Qing turned around abruptly, walked directly behind Wang Feng, and kicked Wang Feng's ass again.

Wang Feng lost weight under his feet, and he was thrown like a dog eating shit, and his front teeth were knocked out.

Li Qing is a man of temperament, he can't understand Wang Feng's domineering and domineering, so he wants to show him some color.

Wang Feng stood up staggeringly, his mouth was covered with blood.

"Fuck, you want to die, don't you!"

Wang Feng was furious. Although Li Qing was a third-generation disciple, the third-generation disciple was a piece of shit in front of his father, Wang Shiyuan.

Even if Wang Feng kills him, he will only be locked up for a few days at most.

Wang Feng walked up to Li Qing empty-handed, and he slapped him when he raised his hand.

However, Wang Feng never expected that his slap was blocked by Li Qing, and his wrist was also grabbed by him.

"Today I must abolish you!"

There was a fierce look in Li Qing's eyes, his meaning couldn't be more obvious, this is the rhythm of breaking Wang Feng's wrist.

As a swordsman, if the wrist is broken, it is basically useless. Even if it is cured in the future, it is impossible to use some exquisite sword skills.

Seeing Li Qing's fierce gaze, Wang Feng finally knew how to be afraid. Even if Wang Shiyuan was his father, if his wrist was disabled, he might not be taken seriously.

"do not!"

Wang Feng's face was pale, and his eyes were tightly closed.

"whoosh"

A long sword suddenly fell from the high platform, and went straight towards Li Qing.

The sword was too fast, so Li Qing had to let go of Wang Feng's wrist and sideways to avoid it.

Everyone looked towards the high platform one after another, and it was Wang Shiyuan who drew the sword!
"This is too much. If your son cuts someone's arm and doesn't care, if someone cuts his son's wrist, he will kill him?"

"What happened to the sect master? Why didn't he say a word? Could it be that the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect has no justice?"

Everyone accused Li Qing of being a disciple of Wang Shiyuan's lineage, but Wang Shiyuan actually killed his disciples in order to protect his son. If Li Qing hadn't been able to hide quickly, he might have been killed by a sword.

"Master, what do you mean?"

Li Qing looked up at Wang Shiyuan and asked.

"Contest and learn from each other, click to the end!"

Wang Shiyuan said with a cold face.

"Then... ah!"

Li Qing still wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, there was a scream.

Taking advantage of Li Qing's unpreparedness, Wang Feng swept his sword across his face. This sword directly stabbed Li Qing blind in both eyes!
Li Qing rolled on the ground, blood gushing out from between his fingers, and the screams were endless.

"You are too much!"

"Master, you must give an explanation!"

Seeing Wang Feng being so vicious, everyone couldn't bear it anymore. Although most of them were from Wang Shiyuan's lineage, Wang Shiyuan was too partial to his son, which caused strong dissatisfaction among everyone.

"shut up!"

At this moment, Zhang Chuji suddenly stood up.

"Master, you have to judge, Master, he is so hurtful!"

"That's right, this kid is so vicious at such a young age, who of us will dare to stay in Xiaoxiang Sword Sect in the future!"

Even though Zhang Chuji stood up, everyone's angry voices still have not been calmed down.

"Don't accept it, right? Then come up, in the world of warriors, whoever is stronger is the king, and trash will always only use his mouth!"

Wang Feng raised his sharp sword again, and shouted at the crowd.

Although the crowd was very angry, they also saw the fate of the other two people just now. The fourth generation of disciples had their arms cut off, and Li Qing was stabbed blind. No one dared to fight again.

"Okay, since no one dares to go up, then Master Zhang, come and compete with me."

Suddenly, Wang Feng pointed his sword at Zhang Chuji and said.

Zhang Chuji is a middle-level martial artist, and his strength is enough to instantly kill [-] to [-] Wang Feng, but now that Wang Feng has overcome obstacles all the way, no one cares about him at all.

Zhang Chuji looked at Wang Shiyuan in embarrassment.

"Master, this..."

Wang Shiyuan didn't speak, but raised his chin, motioning for him to play.

Zhang Chuji drew out his sword and rushed towards Wang Feng, but on the way, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground out of thin air.

"My ankle is sprained, I'm afraid it can't be compared, I admit defeat!"

Zhang Chuji struggled to get up, and immediately several disciples stepped forward and dragged him off the stage.

No one thought that a second-generation disciple would lose to fifth-generation disciple Wang Feng before he even fought. Anyone who is not stupid can see that this is Zhang Chuji's faking.

"Who else!"

Wang Feng didn't care if the other party was pretending or not. In short, it was fine if he won. Now Zhang Chuji is the only second-generation disciple. That is to say, the only person he will face next is his father, Wang Shiyuan!
Everyone didn't dare to fight because of Wang Shiyuan's face. In terms of strength, there are many people who can beat Wang Feng.

Just when Wang Shiyuan was about to go on stage, a deep voice suddenly sounded, and an old man slowly stepped forward, staring at Wang Feng with vicious eyes.

The old man is naturally Chen Tiancheng, after seeing a good show, it's time for him to appear on stage.

"Chen Tiancheng, you sect traitor, do you still have the nerve to come here?"

Zhang Chuji, who was carried down, shouted loudly.

"Justice rests in the hearts of the people. I, Chen Tiancheng, have a clear conscience. I can't slander anyone who wants to."

Zhang Chuji sneered, then broke away from the crowd and was about to go to the stage.

"Wait a minute, you have no chance!"

Tang Song pointed at Zhang Chuji from afar and said.

Indeed, he just lost to Wang Feng, which meant that he was not qualified for the competition.

"I was pretending..."

Excited by Tang and Song, Zhang Chuji almost told the truth, but what he said was reasonable, and he couldn't refute anything, so he could only look at Wang Shiyuan blankly.

"Chen Tiancheng, you are quite old, is it suitable to compete with a 17-year-old kid?"

Wang Shiyuan walked slowly to the sword testing platform, and said with cold eyes.

He is a high-level martial artist, and his strength is no longer below that of Xue Daoling.If he is not happy, it is enough to instantly kill all the disciples present.

"Hehe, how about I fight with you?"

With no fear on his face, Chen Tiancheng pointed at Wang Shiyuan and shouted.

(End of this chapter)