The frightening scene in front of them made Zhou Qingmu feel a little uneasy. The three of them stopped here for a long time, and finally Yang Zhao took the lead.

"What are you afraid of? A sword cultivator, a martial artist, and me. Even if we can't defeat the demon king in the Condensation Realm, we can still run away, right? Besides, if we stand here all the time, we won't be able to wait until the elders in their family come in front of them.

Come to look for someone. I’m afraid we can’t explain it, and I’m afraid it will end in a disastrous end!”

After Zhou Qingmu thought for a while, he followed Yang Zhao's footsteps. Lu Zhengchun felt indifferent, waving his fists, and even faintly excited.

Zhou Qingmu used to be very vague about life and death, but now he still has some very important things to do. After experiencing the soul-breaking secret realm, he has become more cautious. There is a saying that people will die for money, but he

Zhou Qingmu can’t do it now!

The three of them continued to walk forward, but now their pace was much slower.

The cold wind was howling, and the three people in thin clothes looked particularly weak in this mountain.

It didn't take a stick of incense to cross the valley, and a lake appeared in front of the three of them. The lake was turbulent and fast, with no end in sight. There was a small pavilion in the center. There was a stone tablet beside the lake with the word "Autumn Tide" engraved on it.

Zhou Qingmu squatted on the ground and looked at the lake. He couldn't help but feel excited, and subconsciously said: "Is this Qiuchao Lake?"

Yang Zhao frowned and said with some confusion: "There is no evil spirit in the world around this lake. It's very strange."

Lu Zhengchun squatted down, put his hand into the lake, and felt out his true energy: "After all, he is a demon king. Maybe he has hidden his own aura in this lake."

"Zhou Qingmu, use your sword to split the lake! Whoever the demon king is, let him come out and fight first!"

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this, stood in front of the lake, and said loudly.

"This lake is bottomless, so I'm afraid it won't be so easy to split open."

Opening the Autumn Chao Lake with a sword? Zhou Qingmu doesn’t think he can do it now.

Yang Zhao seemed a little disappointed with Zhou Qingmu's behavior, and said in a deep voice: "Don't all of you sword cultivators claim to be swordsmen who can only advance but never retreat? When are you so hesitant and hesitant that you can cultivate your swordsmanship to the peak of the world?"

After Zhou Qingmu heard this, the sentence written by Li Qiubai on the sword manual suddenly appeared in his mind: "I am a sword cultivator, I hold the sword and draw the sword, I have a clear conscience to do justice for heaven, why would I regret fighting?"

Yes! What are you afraid of?

Zhou Qingmu suddenly stood up from the ground, sword energy intertwined in his hands.

Later, Lu Zhengchun, a martial artist at the peak of the Bone Building Realm, was shocked. This young swordsman, who was even younger than himself, got the courage from nowhere and slashed straight towards the lake in front of him with a sword in his hand, with such momentum.

rainbow!

However, the result was not as Zhou Qingmu thought, splitting the lake water.

After the young man's sword energy fell, the lake in front of him only blocked the rapid water, and returned to normal in just a moment.

"Come on! Even if it can't be split, it will disturb the purity of the water demon!"

Yang Zhao's voice rang in Zhou Qingmu's ears again.

Zhou Qingmu gathered his true energy and poured it into the Immortal Burial Sword, which kept ringing. Obviously, this ancient immortal sword was also excited at this moment!

Zhou Qingmu's face was calm, and he split the lake water as a sword practice. When the zhenqi was almost infused, Zhou Qingmu struck again with his sword.

As before, the brief fluctuation turned into calm.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qingmu did not give up but struck out with one sword after another.

What Yang Zhao and Lu Zhengchun didn't notice was that Zhou Qingmu's sword energy fell at the same place every time.

After Zhou Qingmu slashed hundreds of swords, another sword struck out immediately. At this time, the water in the lake opened a hole, and it lasted for several breaths before it gathered again.

At this time, it was the turn of Yang Zhao and Lu Zhengchun, who were watching Zhou Qingmu draw his sword, to change their expressions. Is this a joke?

Zhou Qingmu was overjoyed when he saw this, his face condensed, and the sword energy gathered in his hand.

The sword energy crosses Qingqiu!

Previously, Zhou Qingmu only used a simple sword to chop, which did not consume any energy. Seeing that there was a show, Zhou Qingmu no longer held back, gathered all the remaining energy on the sword, and directly slashed out a sword energy across Qingqiu!

The effect of this sword far exceeded Zhou Qingmu's previous expectations. It almost cut off the flow of water, and the sword energy torn out of the lake created a long crack.

"Amazing! Water can cut through it. If it were me, even a million punches would be useless." This was the first time Lu Zhengchun saw a sword that could cut through the lake water, and he couldn't help but praise him.

I feel more and more that these two people are extraordinary.

Yang Zhao's reaction was completely opposite to Lu Zhengchun's. He looked at the long sword mark and frowned.

Water is inherently soft, and it is almost impossible for ordinary monks to cut it off, let alone create a crack in a lake.

Once upon a time, there was a very famous swordsman in blue shirt in the world. He cut off the Qianlong River north of Xunfeng Prefecture with one sword and walked on the wind. According to the rumors from people present later, this swordsman in blue shirt was very likely to be a swordsman.

He is already an immortal who is not inferior to the Demon King of the Northern Wilderness!

But what makes Zhou Qingmu a little confused is that his sword should be far from reaching such power.

In an instant, a gust of evil wind blew, and a torrent rose up from the cracked water flow, tilting towards Zhou Qingmu.

"not good!"

A figure in Taoist robes stood in front of Zhou Qingmu. Endless fire suddenly erupted from the figure's body, turning into a fire dragon and fighting against the torrent.

At this time, Zhou Qingmu used the Taiqing Ningshen Sutra to stabilize his mind and looked from a distance. He didn't know when a figure stood on the water column.

The man was wearing a green robe with black stripes, his face was soft, and he looked at the three figures in front of him who were overestimating their abilities with a playful smile.

At this time, Lu Zhengchun also saw the man on top of the water column, his face condensed, and he stepped out.

The tall young man jumped into the air and punched out.

A fierce punch suddenly hit him. The man in green robe did not resist and allowed the punch to hit him.

After the green-robed man was hit by the punch, he took a step back. The water column and the fire light also dispersed at the same time. Yang Zhao's body was shaken and he also took a step back.

"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." The man in green robe looked at the tall young man who had punched before and said softly in provocation.

Then, he raised his hand and a column of water poured out of the Qiucho Lake, condensed into ice, and suddenly hit Lu Zhengchun.

Lu Zhengchun put his hands on his chest to resist, but was hit to the ground by the icicle. Lu Zhengchun roared angrily, stopped resisting, and punched out. The menacing icicle turned into powder.

At the same time, in front of the man in green robe, the sky filled with fire turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards him carrying a rusty flying sword.

"Magic, ice dragon roars!"

The green-robed man didn't panic when he saw this. He roared, and a water column turned into an ice dragon and roared, colliding with the fire dragon.

At this time, the man in green robe reached out and made a move, and an ice spear suddenly condensed in his hand. The man in green robe waved his ice spear, and three more ice dragons came to attack him.

The fire dragon turned into powder, the flying sword disappeared, and the three people were no longer around the lake.

"You are indeed a human being, cunning and insidious. But do you think you can run away with just one attack to stop me? Your meat must be delicious."

After saying that, the man in green robe licked his mouth, turned into a blue rainbow and chased in the direction where the three of them were escaping.

At the same time, on a certain mountain path, two young men in Taoist robes and a tall boy were running with all their strength. Yang Zhao originally wanted to fly away with the two of them, but he didn't realize that Lu Zhengchun was too heavy and couldn't fly at all.

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"Damn it, that place is too good for that monster, there's no way to fight it!"

Yang Zhao was cursing while running.

"The level of monsters is at least not lower than yours, right?" Zhou Qingmu turned around and asked.

"Fart, his realm is definitely higher than mine! Otherwise, I would have fought him head-on! How could he run away in such a mess?" Yang Zhao said angrily. He didn't think that he would be beaten in such a mess in the same realm.

At this time, a disgusting smell suddenly filled the air, and the sound of fighting suddenly came from behind them.

Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingmu immediately stopped and turned around to look. The green-robed man in the Qiucho Lake was fighting with Lu Zhengchun. Only the tall boy at the Bone Building Realm fought with his bare hands against the man holding the ice gun.

The men in blue robes fought together.

Lu Zhengchun threw out punches one after another with a solemn expression. The man in green robe smiled playfully and held up the ice gun to block it. It was probably hard for both Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao to imagine that Lu Zhengchun was not being chased by the man in green robe.

, but after seeing the man in green robe chasing after him, he stood there and faced the enemy directly.

"crack!"

Lu Zhengchun suddenly stepped back, and a black fist condensed in his hand, hitting the green-robed man's face.

The green-robed man's expression changed and he took a step back. Unfortunately, it was too late, Lu Zhengchun's punch still hit him directly in the face.

The green-robed man was knocked to the ground by the punch, and Lu Zhengchun also stood there, panting.

Suddenly, someone behind Lu Zhengchun patted his shoulder. Before Lu Zhengchun could turn around, that person had already arrived beside Lu Zhengchun.

"Chun'er, thank you for your hard work. We can't let you out of the limelight. We are here. You have a good rest and leave the rest to us."

Yang Zhao turned around and said with a big smile, Zhou Qingmu on the side nodded to the panting Lu Zhengchun.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao walked towards the man in green robe.

In the eyes of the two people, the face of the man in green robe had been distorted by Lu Zhengchun's fierce and domineering punch. The man in green robe sat up and stretched out his hand to tear his distorted face, revealing a look of disgust.

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao were both familiar faces.

Because the owner of this face is none other than the young master of the Su family in Kong Huaicheng, Su Cheng, who previously clamored for revenge.

"Su Cheng? How could it be you?" Zhou Qingmu couldn't help but said.

"Su Cheng" stood up from the ground with a sinister expression, looked at the two people who were in front of him, and said with a hoarse voice: "I am not that good-for-nothing, I am the Qiongyun Demon King Bijiao."

"You are indeed the cholera monster that troubles the people here." Yang Zhao said bluntly without any fear.
Chapter completed!