Qing Ming was completely suppressed by Wang Luo, whose cultivation level skyrocketed after swallowing the "Spirit Devouring Pill". If he continued like this, it would not be a good result for Qing Ming.

Every time spiritual power is released, it will be absorbed without a trace.

Wang Luo hit the ground with his palm, causing gravel to fly. Qing Ming was once again affected by the power of his palm.

"Boy, you'd better just surrender and capture him!" Wang Luo's proud voice came from the air. At this time, Qing Ming looked at Wang Luo who was running towards him again, took back all his thoughts, pulled out the Qing Ming Sword, and did not hesitate.

He politely waved away to Wang Luo, and a sword light flew close to the ground. Wang Luo on the opposite side also didn't expect what Qing Ming would do, and quickly retreated to defend.

Qing Ming saw the right time and took the initiative to attack. This time he waved the sword in his hand without reservation and swept across Wang Luo's weak point. Even though Wang Luo's current cultivation level has reached the level of the Great Perfection of a lower-level martial artist, but

Faced with the sword-wielding force, he began to be unable to withstand it.

Wang Luo himself had been seriously injured twice, and now he was forcibly improving his cultivation. His body had already exceeded the load, and his physical strength was declining faster than Qing Ming.

Feeling the changes in his body, Wang Luo cursed secretly in his heart. After dodging Qing Ming's attack, he said to the followers around him: "Everyone, come together! I will give a first-grade elixir to whoever catches him."

After saying that, he retreated to the crowd to recover his strength. After hearing his master's words, Wang Luo's entourage pounced on them one by one like hungry wolves upon seeing a herd of sheep. The allure of the first-grade elixir to them was

It was so big that not only the warriors of the Wang family were jealous, but also the people watching the excitement wanted to get a piece of it, but the reason in their hearts stopped them.

Facing the warriors surrounding them from all directions, all Qing Ming can do now is to kill as many as they come. Feeling that the spiritual power in his body is gradually drying up, and his physical strength has reached its limit, Qing Ming secretly thought that he could no longer delay, and raised his toes in the air.

a little

, the whole body jumped up, and the Qingming Sword in his hand was waving in the void. If a sharp-eyed person looked carefully, he would find that every time the Qingming Sword crossed the void, a crack would appear in the void, and then in the blink of an eye, a crack would appear.

After a while, it returned to its original state.

"Sui Han is three thousand feet!" The sword energy struck at the crowd below like foreign objects from the sky.

"This is......"

"Sword Domain...The First Sword Domain!!"

"Oh my god! Since he is also a master of swordsmanship"

"Martial arts master, master of swordsmanship, dual cultivation of martial arts and swordsmanship, what a genius!!"

...

"It seems that the Wang family is going to hit a wall this time!"

"The potential of young people should not be underestimated. He has already reached such a powerful state at such a young age."

...

The scene was boiling again, and some people could see at a glance that the sword domain contained in Qing Ming's move just now was exactly the sword domain that even kendo people pursue. The sword domain is divided into nine levels, and only when the ninth level is completed, it is considered a great achievement.

It seems that it is only a small nine levels, and the improvement of each level can be described as transcending heaven and earth. The difficulty is not at the level of martial arts.

Kendo is an obscure and difficult field. It originally belonged to the category of martial arts. However, due to its elusiveness, it gradually developed and formed an independent field. Practicing kendo not only requires the foundation of martial arts, but also requires innate understanding. If we talk about martial arts

If it is a threshold, kendo is an independent world within this threshold. From this, it can be seen that those who can practice kendo are all stunning and beautiful people.

Seeing the warriors of the Wang family fall down one after another, Wang Luo's face was full of envy and jealousy. Why was this young man stronger than himself and still developing in the way of swordsmanship?

"Damn it, this person must die!"

After seeing Qing Ming's talent, Wang Luo must take down Qing Ming no matter what means he uses. If he can't be used by me, he will be punished. The look of a poisonous snake flashed in his eyes again, Wang Luo quietly hid in the crowd,

Move in the direction of Qing Ming.

At this moment, a girl in the crowd saw Wang Luo disappearing. She was anxious and looked for traces of him everywhere.

The situation in the field gradually became clearer. Under Qing Ming's sword, no one could escape from his blade. When the last person fell, Qing Ming couldn't hold on anymore and barely used his sword to support himself.

Body.

Just when Qing Ming was gasping for air, a person quietly came around behind him, and while he wasn't paying attention, he raised the sharp blade in his hand and bit him like a poisonous snake.

"Qing Ming! Watch out behind!"

An anxious voice came out from the crowd behind him. Soon after, Qing Ming picked up the Qing Ming Sword in his hand and blocked him backwards.

With a sound of "Cang!", Qing Ming's sword blocked the attack from the attacker, but because it was too sudden, Qing Ming's whole body flew away.

Seeing that the offensive failed, Wang Luo's face became even more angry. When he looked back, he saw that it was Han Piao who had escaped.

"Damn it!" After saying that, he ignored Qing Ming and flew towards Han Piao. Han Piao saw Wang Luo running towards him and wanted to escape quickly, but his speed was not as fast as Wang Luo's.

One-tenth of Luo.

"Go to hell!" Wang Luo looked ferocious and used his "Sky-Shattering Palm" to attack Han Piao directly.

Han Piao was already desperate at this time. Facing a martial artist's full blow, how could his little warrior be able to withstand it? Thinking of this, his face turned pale. Han Piao could feel the approaching wind of the palm behind him, and closed his eyes in despair.

on the eyes.

Silence, the whole place is silent.

The palm power he imagined did not come. Out of curiosity, Han Piao couldn't help but turn around and saw Wang Luo's eyes widened. There was a green sword stuck in his chest. He maintained the posture of extending his palm, and the palm of his hand was

I'm about to meet myself.

Han Piao staggered and sat on the ground, while Wang Luo also had a look of disbelief on his face at this time, lying down on the ground. Han Piao quickly ran away when he saw this.

"Second Miss! Are you okay?"

Hearing a voice coming from behind Wang Luo, Han Piao took a closer look and saw that it was Qing Ming. She was so frightened that she threw herself into Qing Ming's arms and began to cry bitterly.

"Ahem!"

Qing Ming coughed several times in pain. Han Piao then realized that Qing Ming was covered in injuries, and that he was still holding Qing Ming in his hands because of fear just now. His face turned red, and he quickly let go of his hands, stepped back and asked with concern.

: "Are you okay!"

"It's okay! Let's go quickly, Wang Luo is dead, and the Wang family's pursuers are coming." As he said this, he walked to Wang Luo's side and pulled out the Qing Ming Sword. The word 'Ming' on the sword was clearly visible. Qing Ming

He took out a rag from his body, wiped off the blood, and staggered forward. Seeing this, Han Piao quickly went up to help him. Wherever Qing Ming went, the crowd took the initiative to move out of the way, and everyone trembled.

He looked at the young man in white tremblingly, with fear on his face.

"Wang Luo, you asked for this... Wan'er, I'm sorry, I broke my agreement with you!"
Chapter completed!