Da Bong fights more people

Xiao Yuenu's beautiful eyes were shining again and again, she was sincerely happy for the Wulin League, and also sincerely admired the leader of the League, Cao Qingyang.

She is a generation lower than Cao Qingyang. She remembers that when her mother was the landlord, she once commented on this martial arts leader. His talent is not top-notch, and his personality is not outstanding.

If it weren't for the unreasonable promotion of the previous leader, it would be impossible for Cao Qingyang to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

But after so many years, Cao Qingyang has proved himself with facts. He became the top three in the martial arts list early on, aspired to the Jianzhou martial arts, and now he has been promoted to the third rank, becoming one of the few existences in the martial arts system.

"The lord has been promoted to the third rank?" Fu Jingmen, the head of the Shenquan gang, couldn't hide his shock, and his eyes widened.

"In this way, the nine-color lotus is at your fingertips. The leader's admiration for Xu Yinluo will not hurt his life. From this point of view, we have withdrawn from the competition, and the loss is huge."

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, said regretfully.

The two looked at each other, unable to breathe in distress.

Since they voluntarily choose to quit, in the future when Nine Colors Lotus matures, they will not be part of the two factions.

Fu Jing gritted her teeth, and said with a snort, "No, even if I play tricks and play tricks, I still ask the leader to forgive me."

Yang Cuixue's face twitched, Fu Jingmen was younger than League Leader Cao, so it's okay to play tricks, but he was a generation older than Cao Qingyang, although power is the most important thing in the world, seniority is also important.

He couldn't help but feel distressed.

One side is full of joy, while on the other side, in the Yueshi Villa, the disciples of Tiandihui are ashen-faced.

Just now, the confidence and enthusiasm that Xu Qi'an built up for them disappeared at this moment.

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Yang Qianhuan, and I will honor the ages like a long night!"

Yang Qianhuan yelled, directed the bed crossbow cannon to aim at Cao Qingyang, and fired a round.

This is his last stubbornness.

Then, without even thinking about it, a teleport slipped away.

"Boom boom boom!"

Cao Qingyang raised his hand and lightly wiped in front of him, a barrier completely made of air appeared, the shells exploded, and the crossbow arrows broke, within three feet of him, there was no disturbance.

This scene made the onlookers more and more sure that he was promoted to the third rank, and the fourth rank could not do so lightly.

Cao Qingyang stepped into the formation slowly, walked up to Nangong Qianrou, and said in a calm voice, "You are Wei Yuan's adopted son, people with backgrounds are always different, I will give you a choice.

"If you let me out of the way, I won't care about you. If you don't let me, you will face life and death."

Cao Qingyang's character is like this. He is afraid of the background of the other party, and he will speak out openly.

Nangong Qianrou glanced at him with a gloomy expression. After a few seconds of silence, he stepped aside.

Since the opponent is a third rank, there is no need to die.Furthermore, protecting the lotus seed is just a task, and it is not a task that must be completed. There is no need to risk your life for it.

Cao Qingyang nodded slightly, and continued to walk in the depths of Yueshi Villa.

The second level is the sword array!

The main player is Chu Yuanzhen.

The No. [-] scholar in a blue shirt, with his feet on the ground, looked indifferently at Cao Qingyang who was approaching, not because he was a third-rank man, he was not afraid or fearful.

"I only use one sword, and after one sword, you can come in and out."

Cao Qingyang heard the words, his eyes fell on the long sword behind him, and said: "Is it the sword behind you?"

"You are not qualified to let me use this sword." Chu Yuanzhen said lightly.

"I see."

Cao Qingyang nodded, that is the sword of spirit, not qualified, it does not refer to strength, but the wrong goal.

"Then you are far behind." Leader Cao added in a calm tone.

Chu Yuanzhen pointed like a sword, facing the sky, and in an instant, the sword energy filled the sky and the earth.

Cao Qingyang, who was in it, only felt that he was in the sea of ​​swords and swords. The ground under his feet, the sky above his head, and the air around him all turned into swords.

This is sword power!

Chu Yuanzhen took a step forward and pointed his sword finger at Cao Qingyang.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, nor had he condensed anything into a sword, but in Cao Qingyang's eyes, there was a majestic sword light that illuminated the world, and it came rushing with the vigor of Pei Mo Nengyu.

When the sword was handed over, the heaven and the earth sent out murderous intent.

Cao Qingyang slowly clenched his fists, facing Jianguang with straight fists, and fighting the killing intent of heaven and earth with the personal might of a martial artist.

Chu Yuanzhen's "sword" shattered inch by inch in his fist, and the shattered sword energy left sword marks on the ground, either horizontally or vertically, or sideways or obliquely.

Upon closer inspection, every sword mark implies a special "sword power". For the scattered people in Jianghu, every sword mark here is the top-level swordsmanship.

If you can comprehend one or two things, your cultivation will definitely increase greatly.

"I lost."

Chu Yuanzhen's right hand trembled slightly, as if in convulsion, and he cupped his hand reluctantly to get out of the way.

"Using the formation method to concentrate your power, your sword is a fourth-rank martial artist, and you will have to hate it." Cao Qingyang gave it a very high evaluation.

He brushed off his sleeves and continued to dig in. Not long after, he saw little Heipilina from Southern Xinjiang.

"So this level is strength?" Cao Qingyang only glanced at her and saw through the identity of her strength Gu department.

"I only punched once." Lina glared at him.

"Refreshing." Cao Qingyang smiled.

Lina stopped talking, took a deep breath, and began to gather strength.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and then rose and fell violently. A strong wind blew up on the flat ground, and every breath she took would cause exaggerated airflow movements.

An invisible force blesses her body, which is the increase of the origin formation.

After ten or so breaths, her face began to flush, and her neck, arms and other exposed skin were also stained with a layer of blood red, like boiled shrimp.

Bang bang, bang bang, Lina's heart was like a dense drumbeat, continuous into pieces, replaced by ordinary martial arts, the heart was already overwhelmed and burst on the spot.

Her blood was like a flood breaking a bank, washing her veins, and her body revived like a sleeping monster.

Strange lines appeared on the surface of the skin, like tattoos, exuding a strange beauty.