Chapter 29 The Grandmaster of Quan Zhen (Second update, please subscribe and vote)

Screams resounded over the Yingliu faction's camp, and immediately dozens of figures rushed over from the camp.

Ying Zheng glanced at the gatekeeper lightly, and after he finished calling, he stepped over again.

Just as those dozens of figures were speeding towards them, the body of the gatekeeper crashed into them.

"How brave! Where did this madman come from? He dared to attack my Immortal Sect disciple..."

A disciple yelled angrily and was about to cut off the body of the gatekeeper when he suddenly felt a huge force coming in. He was unable to withstand it for a moment and flew backwards, screaming in agony.

"No, it's a martial monk, at least innate realm or above. Call the elders quickly!"

When the other disciples saw this, they shouted urgently and attacked Ying Zheng from all directions at the same time.

Facing this group of young warriors who were no more than the acquired realm, Ying Zheng responded indifferently and just punched lightly.

This punch was clumsy and simple, but when it was struck, it created a powerful force that could shake everyone's hearts.

With one punch, the surrounding disciples screamed and flew backwards, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hey! Who are you, your Excellency, and what is your connection with our sect? Why did you do such a cruel thing to my disciples without saying a word?"

At this time, a strong figure flew towards Ying Zheng, shouting loudly, and an extremely sharp long sword with a frightening ferocity rushed towards Ying Zheng.

This is an innate warrior, and every move he makes can already draw on the weak power between heaven and earth.

He seemed to have great confidence in the sword he shot, and a smile of confidence appeared on his face.

But it turned out that this was just his own imagination.

Ying Zheng just stretched out two fingers and easily caught his sword.

"Click!"

After a crisp sound, this innate sword broke.

"How is that possible!"

The innate man's expression was suffocated, and a chill ran down his body. In the blink of an eye, he was furious again, "How dare you break my elder's sword? You are looking for death!"

He roared, dropped his hand and broke the sword, and struck out with all his strength. There was a trace of sharp golden energy in the fist, and it poured down towards Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng has always respected the opponent who knew he was invincible but still dared to attack him, so he took it very seriously and punched again.

A punch is thrown out, like the roaring waves of the angry sea, with majestic momentum.

The innate felt like there was a tsunami in front of him, and he screamed in horror.

"No, senior, spare my life..."

Before he could finish his words, the others were smashed to pieces by the punch, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Ying Zheng swung away the blood that splattered towards him, not even a drop of blood was stained. He looked calm and said to himself: "I can't use so much force next time. It's so bloody every time. It's troublesome!"

When there was such a big movement, almost all the people in the station rushed over.

When they saw such a bloody scene, they were all frightened. Some of them were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their breathing almost stopped.

The leader was wearing a gold-rimmed embroidered willow robe, with a bun on his head, a simple face, and a long sword hanging behind his back, looking like a swordsman.

He looked at the mess in front of him, with the corpses of his disciples all over the place. His eyes were as sharp as knives. He looked directly at Ying Zheng and asked sternly: "Who are you? What on earth did our Yingliu faction do that offended you to make you kill me like this?"

Ying Zheng combined the character information given by Lin Qiu and said lightly: "But the deputy sect leader of the Yingliu Sect, Liu Qingsong?"

Liu Qingsong narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It's Liu! What do you have to say?"

Ying Zheng said: "I heard that you are here to share the destiny of our Great Qin, right?"

"Hey, where did you hear that?"

Liu Qingsong's expression froze, and then he frowned, "Who are you?"

"Great Qin, Ying Zheng!"

"Ying Zheng? You are actually Ying Zheng!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingsong's face showed a look of disbelief, "How come you, a mortal emperor, have such profound martial arts cultivation?"

Ying Zheng was moved in his heart and asked: "What's wrong with the mortal emperor? Is it bothering you?"

Liu Qingsong's expression condensed, he changed the topic and said in a deep voice: "No, it's just that I was a little surprised!

Emperor Qin, if you don't enjoy the blessings in the palace, why do you come to my door and start killing people? Do you really don't want to live?"

"Presumptuous!"

Ying Zheng shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, like a bell, it shocked everyone present with stars in their eyes, some of the weak ones were knocked unconscious directly.

Liu Qingsong also felt uncomfortable. As the first person to bear the brunt, he was the one who bore the greatest pressure from Ying Zheng.

After a while, he came to his senses, looked at Ying Zheng with alert eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Ying Zheng, you can't be the emperor in the mortal world. Who are you?"

Ying Zheng said calmly: "Is this issue very important to you?"

"That's right! In our knowledge, it is impossible for the mortal world to have a martial arts inheritance. Even if there were, there would be no emperor who practiced martial arts.

All emperors who practice martial arts, without exception, will experience the backlash of dragon energy, and their body and soul will disappear."

Perhaps intimidated by Ying Zheng's power, the fearful Liu Qingsong finally told the reason, which made Ying Zheng even more confused.

Ying Zheng was surprised and said: "Why does the emperor's practice of martial arts cause the dragon energy to backfire? I didn't notice anything wrong!"

"You don't know? No, you are really the emperor of Qin, not someone with the same name?"

Hearing this, Liu Qingsong took two or three steps back, with a look of disbelief on his face.

His reaction fully aroused Ying Zheng's interest, "Come, tell me in detail. If you satisfy me, I can give you a whole corpse!"

Liu Qingsong's face turned pale: "Are you kidding me?"

Ying Zheng shook his head slightly, stretched his muscles, and said: "No, I just said what I wanted to say truthfully, the literal meaning, do you understand?"

"So, if I say it, I'm still going to die, right?"

Liu Qingsong laughed angrily and drew out the long sword from behind. The cold blade shone faintly in the sun and pointed directly at Ying Zheng.

"Don't think that this deputy sect leader is afraid of you!"

Ying Zheng frowned: "Don't tell me? It seems that you have to suffer some physical pain before you can say it willingly!"

"Arrogant fanatic, suffer death!"

After all, Liu Qingsong was a Grandmaster, so he didn't even dare to take action. Being provoked one after another by Ying Zheng in an understatement made him unable to restrain the anger in his heart.

"Jiangangqingliu, go——"

Liu Qingsong shouted loudly, his eyebrows were as sharp as a sword, and the sword energy in his hand instantly transformed into a willow tree with hundreds of roots.

Amidst the cheers of all the disciples, the willow tree suddenly shot out hundreds of sword lights, heading straight towards Ying Zheng.

"Not bad swordsmanship, but a little too flashy!"

Ying Zheng didn't move at all, and suddenly punched again.

This time, he held back his strength.

Even so, the sword energy inspired by the willow tree was shaken away by the punch that escaped from the punch if it encountered a heavy blow, and the punch did not lose its force and went straight towards Liu Qingsong.

"Impossible!"

Seeing that his secret skill was easily broken by Ying Zheng's punch, Liu Qingsong shouted wildly, and the power unique to the master realm surged like a wave. He tried his best and struck out with a thunderous sword again.

Cang!

The fist and the sword collided, making a very pleasant sonorous sound.

Under Liu Qingsong's horrified look, the sword that had been passed down for hundreds of years in his hand seemed to be broken into pieces by Ying Zheng's fist, inch by inch.

Debris flew everywhere, and the Yingliu sect disciples who were watching the battle were caught off guard. Dozens of them fell down immediately, and the remaining souls were all gone, and they hurriedly retreated.

Liu Qingsong himself was hit hard by the fist, and his sternum was instantly shattered. Like a tattered doll, he hit the pillar behind him hard, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he almost fainted.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he was defeated like this, and his lips trembled: "You...you..."
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