"Little friend, you've passed." Another loud voice came from the air, shocking the whole audience, making most people's faces turn pale and their expressions were distracted. They searched for the source of the voice in horror, and found that it was another member of the Dark Council.

That was an old man who was about to become a fourth-level strongman. If you look at it from the perspective of ancient martial arts, he was half a step in innate cultivation!

The old man looked at Kun Qian with burning eyes, as if he wanted to suppress him directly with his eyes.

However, his wishful thinking was obviously not good. If it were someone else with a cultivation level of third-level soul strength, he could suppress it successfully. But there are some people in this world who are born to break the rules. If he wants to suppress Kun Qian ?It’s impossible even for a true fourth-level master!

"There are eight more people, don't hide and swallow, come out, finish playing early and go to bed early, I have a lot of things to do." Kun Qian was still so casual.

Silence, deep silence again. Even half-step innate masters have come out. Why can't you show some face to others and be more serious?

Everyone was speechless. They thought he was crazy enough, but they didn't expect him to be so crazy!

St. Rogg's mouth twitched again, confirming his thoughts even more. This guy is a lunatic. Whoever is caught will be killed. There is no ambiguity at all.

Jianqiu looked at the powerful Kun Qian, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, but then he sighed softly and smiled bitterly. He was tricked by this guy before, and he promised not to ask him for a sword, otherwise, why bother now? So lonely.

The old man was also silent, thinking that his identity would never be treated seriously, but he didn't expect that he would be despised by a junior today.

"The boy is ignorant, I apologize on his behalf. My dear friend, what do you think?" The old man looked at Kun Qian, saying this in his capacity was a great honor to Kun Qian.

But whether you want to do it or not, who wants your face? How much is your face worth?

When he heard that the old vampire wanted to buy it all, Kun Qian's expression immediately turned cold.

"Is it okay if I kill your whole family and bring in another 'ignorant boy'?" Kun Qian is a bit lazy and doesn't like to take care of things, but he has a strong sense of responsibility. Since he has taken over the responsibility of his master, he will never humiliate China. The identity of the guardian.

As he said, you can come, you can seize the dragon's energy, but you want to cause trouble? That's not possible!

As a matter of principle, all lives are equal. Since you killed someone, then take your own life in exchange!

The old man frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He had said so, but he didn't expect that this kid still kept chasing him.

"Hmph, don't go too far." He snorted coldly and turned his eyes to the eight major forces in China. If he hadn't been worried about them, he would have taken action long ago.

"Let's go." He gritted his teeth, knowing that things couldn't go better today, and they might not be able to enter the dragon's lair, so he made this decision immediately.

However, it is only right to kill people to pay off debts and money!

"Keep that Sainz." Kun Qian took action and formed an inexplicable hand seal with his hands. Suddenly, the energy of the world shook violently. Winds surged above the nine heavens. An invisible barrier appeared, locking everyone in Qianlong. Around the pavilion.

"You are looking for death!" The old man was shocked, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. At the same time, eight more figures appeared around him, all of them were third-level powerhouses.

This time the Dark Council actually dispatched ten masters!

The old man turned around and stared at Kun Qian coldly. This time they sent such a large formation to completely control the Chinese dragon lair. Sainz's arrogance was also specially ordered by them to stir up trouble between the local Chinese cultivators and the outside cultivators. The conflict between the people makes them behave better.

But now they have all been destroyed by this kid in front of them. Who knew he was so strong and would kill them without saying a word, forcing them to show up.

"What do you friends from China think?" the old man said to the leader of the Dongfang family, who is the strongest ancient Chinese martial arts cultivator here. The pressure of ten strong men equivalent to the sky level came to intimidate them. , not letting them interfere with what he and Kun are doing.

The leader of the Eastern Team frowned. If he still couldn't see the conspiracy of the Western Dark Council at this time, then his life would have been in vain for so many years.

He immediately took a step forward with a cold snort, wanting to advance and retreat together with Kun Qian.

But at this moment, a Qingning voice from the Jianzong side remembered: "If you want to fight, then fight, there is so much nonsense."

Jianqiu yawned. Is this the so-called gathering of storms? It's too boring. It's better to eat and sleep. After all, his master said that ordinary things in life also contain the great truth. Instead of looking at where Kun Qian is, To show off one's power, it is better to understand more about the small things and big principles that Master said.

The elders leading the team from Jianzong were startled when they heard Jianqiu's words. Oh my little ancestor, didn't you see the situation clearly? There are ten Heavenly Orders on the opposite side. You said you are the only one? What kind of chaos did the little brat in the Earthly Steps get up to?

Sure enough, after Jianqiu said this, the gloomy old man over there became angry. Kun Qian ignored him and recognized him. After all, I heard that he was a disciple of the Zhou Yi lineage, and he had a large formation bonus here. , the strength is comparable to that of the third level, but you, an ordinary second-level boy, are also running rampant there. Do you really think that I, the Dark Council, are easy to bully, don’t you?!

"Where did this kid come from? How dare you speak so arrogantly?" He took action, and with a wave of his big hand, a huge black hand suddenly formed in the air, and he was about to slap Jianqiu down.

"Be careful!" The Jianzong elder's pupils shrank. Jianqiu was the treasure of their Jianzong, so they couldn't tolerate any mistakes. He was immediately ready to push Jianqiu away and take the move for him.

However, he suddenly froze, and the hairs all over his body stood up, because he felt the suffocating pressure coming from the opposite side. The pressure of ten people of the same rank taking action at the same time was no joke!

The expression of the elder of Jianzong was changing, and he was about to infer that Jianyuan would rather risk the damage to his origin and save Jianqiu. The leaders of the other major forces frowned and were also ready to take action. After all, this is about them, China. The face of the ancient martial arts world is not the time for internal fighting.

But at this moment, Jianqiu's calm words sounded: "Don't be nervous, just leave it to me."

Jianqiu took a step forward and looked at the big hand that was about to press down in the air. He raised his eyebrows and his face became a little solemn, but he was not very interested. If a person of the same level used such a powerful move, he would definitely be extremely excited, but ...Isn't it interesting that you are so powerful when you are almost a congenital person... For a moment, he despised the old vampire opposite.

Everyone was worried, and the Dark Council was angry. This was a slap in the face! The leaders of the eight major forces were speechless, but after Jianqiu said so, they had nothing to say. They were just concentrating on preparing for the coming battle.

"Be careful!" The Jianzong elder whispered to Jianqiu with a solemn expression.

"Um."

The cold light rises, the sword is unsheathed, Jianqiu holds the sword upright with his right hand, and strokes the two middle fingers of his left hand from the hilt to the tip of the sword from bottom to top. He closes his eyes and feels the vast sword path between heaven and earth.

Boom, the big hand has not yet arrived but it has already set off a hurricane, squeezing the surrounding air into pieces, and there are continuous crackling sounds. An invisible pressure is released from the big hand, and almost all warriors below the level of heaven cannot withstand this kind of pressure.

Under such pressure, their faces turned pale and they couldn't help but retreat. Some even spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted. Only two or three people could stand in the entire field.

Moreover, they are not at the center of this coercion!

But all of this has no effect on Jianqiu. His clothes are beautiful, his hair is flying, the wind and clouds are surging in the sky and the earth, and there are huge waves in the air, but they can't change his persistence in the way of swordsmanship!

Suddenly, Jianqiu opened his eyes, and at that time, the sword in his hand moved...

If there is a movement, Saint Rogge is one of the few people below the level of heaven who can withstand this pressure. His face is pale and he looks at Jianqiu who is bearing the heaviest pressure. He feels bitter in his heart. This man and the

People can't be compared. We are both at the second level of the peak. Why are we not even the slightest bit different from him?

Suddenly, when Jianqiu opened his eyes, he saw a sword light across the sky. The sword light was as stunning as lightning, flashing past without a trace of color, heading straight for the big hand covering the sky.
Chapter completed!