Lu Qingdu's words silenced the scene. When some disciples with weak skills and poor eyesight heard the words, they remembered that Lu Qingdu had deliberately reminded the other party before taking action, but Yang Guo had just said it without saying a word.

He kicked him away. In this case, Yang Guo was indeed being unkind!

Yang Guo said coldly: "If you want to fight, then fight, no need to talk nonsense!"

"you……"

Lu Qingdu was choked by Yang Guo and felt very angry.

Glancing at the fallen sword in the distance, he blushed and said, "You have a weapon in your hand right now, do you want me to fight you with my bare hands?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately booed, everyone felt that his words were a bit disrespectful!

He, Lu Qingdu, had started earlier, ten years in total, while Yang Guo had only started for half a year, and was six or seven years younger than him. With such a fuss, even if he won afterwards, he would probably lose face.

However, Lu Qingdu was not a fool. Although he didn't know how Yang Guo could dodge his sword, the strength of his kick was really good. He had great confidence in his own weight, how could he dare to underestimate the opponent again.

Losing face is a small thing. If he loses to Yang Guo again, then he will really lose face!

Although Yang Guo's experience has deviated from the original work, and Lu Qingdu did not beat himself up like Zhao Zhijing, he usually fought against others and ridiculed himself, but he had to teach him a lesson.

With the wooden sword in Yang Guo's hand, he picked up Lu Qingdu's wooden sword and dropped it back into his hand with incomparable accuracy.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Some of the third-generation disciples who saw the way through the door couldn't help showing admiration and looked frequently in the direction of Zhao Zhijing.

He thought that only Zhao Zhijing, as his master, could teach him how to use internal energy.

However, Zhao Zhijing was not in the mood to pay attention to these details at the moment. He gripped the armrest nervously and anxiously, as if he was about to make a violent move at any time.

"Qing Du, Qing Du, please don't blame me as a teacher. If we want to get rid of this little scourge, I have to sacrifice you today!"

Only in the field.

After being slow for a moment, Lu Qingdu raised his sword to attack Yang Guo again. This time he learned to be smarter and used all his strength as soon as he struck. He used a move in the Quanzhen Sword Technique, "Slanting Wind and Drizzle", and the tip of the sword continued to count.

Although the power is not as powerful as that of a long sword,

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However, the victory lies in the swiftness and variety of sword moves. Moreover, without the deep inner strength and true energy to protect the body, how can the physical body withstand even a slight stab?

Although Lu Qingdu was currently using a wooden sword, if he were to stab him, there would still be a burst of pain.

Yang Guo had just made a fool of himself, now it was time to take revenge!

I saw him holding a wooden sword and driving straight in. The rain-like force of the sword seemed to be nothing in front of him. He stabbed the opponent's chest first and then. His true energy condensed on the wooden sword. As Yang Guo's arm shook, bang

With a sound, the long sword in Lu Qingdu's hand immediately exploded into wood chips flying into the sky.

Lu Qingdu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backwards. He fell to the ground and coughed up blood.

"Well, Yang Guo, you are a fellow disciple and you have resorted to such harsh tactics. Do you still think of me as your master, and do you still have the Quanzhen Sect?"

When Zhao Zhijing saw Lu Qingdu being injured by Yang Guo, two rays of light suddenly burst out from his eyes. He suppressed the joy in his heart and pretended to be righteous and shouted angrily.

He originally arranged for another disciple to be deliberately injured and defeated by Yang Guo during the competition, and then jumped out to criticize him. Who would have thought that Yang Guo would choose Lu Qingdu to challenge him, so he had no choice but to fall into his trap.

Even if Lu Qingdu was narrowly defeated by Yang Guo, he would arrange for someone else to compete with him. Today, Yang Guo would definitely be ruined.

Before Cui Zhifang, Yin Zhiping and others could react, Zhao Zhijing had already jumped onto the stage to check Lu Qingdu's injury.

"Teacher...Master...Father..."

Lu Qingdu was in a daze, watching Zhao Zhijing appear in front of him, and was about to accuse Yang Shichi, but he saw the other person holding his hand on the back of his heart, and then an external force invaded his body. His heart was shaken, and his whole body

His eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the master he respected and feared in front of him. He opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood uncontrollably. When the words reached his mouth, he could no longer reveal his words and his breath was gone.

, die with eyes closed!

"Ching Duk! Ching Duk!!!"

Cui Zhifang and others were about to get up when they suddenly heard Zhao Zhijing's sad cry, and everyone's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

I saw Zhao Zhijing standing up, glaring at Yang Guo and saying: "You evil deed, you actually... actually killed your fellow disciples by fighting against each other!"

As soon as these words came out, Cui Zhifang and others were not calm anymore!

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Several of the third-generation disciples rushed to the stage to check on Lu Qingdu's condition. When they saw that his eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he no longer had any breath, they all couldn't help but become angry.

How could someone from the same sect be so harsh and beat someone to death!

Cui Zhifang immediately asked: "Yang Guo, where did you learn the evil martial arts? Lu Qingdu is your fellow disciple, and you actually beat him to death like this?"

Yang Guo glanced at Zhao Zhijing and saw that his face was flushed red and his expression was excited. Although he concealed it well, the hint of joy in his eyes from time to time betrayed his state of mind at the moment.

"How can I beat him to death? You can think about who was the first person to rush to Lu Qingdu's side!"

Zhao Zhijing was horrified when he heard this. He didn't give Yang Guo a chance to confuse the situation, so he immediately retreated as a way forward: "You evildoer, can't you say that I killed my disciple? I think you really went crazy in your practice.

, it’s just full of nonsense!”

"Junior brothers, we will capture this rebellious little beast first and hand it over to the headmaster for punishment!"

With his own strength, he will naturally not be Yang Guo's opponent, but now dozens of third-generation disciples are attacking him. Unless Yang Guo possesses Guo Jing's world-shattering martial arts skills, there is no way he can escape from the Chongyang Palace.

As long as he captures the opponent, isn't there any way to kill him?

What about committing suicide out of fear of sin, going crazy, or severing your heart and dying...

As long as it falls into the hands of Zhao Zhijing, Yang Guo will have no chance of survival!

Looking at the three generations of disciples who were about to surround him, Yang Guo slowly dispersed the condensed Qi in his hands. He raised his feet and used Qing Gong to escape towards the Quanzhen Sect as if riding the wind to control the void. The speed was so fast that even

Yin Zhiping and Cui Zhifang joined forces but did not touch the corner of his clothes.

Zhao Zhijing looked startled, and then said with a gloomy look: "Junior brother Li, please inform the uncles of the master teachers about this matter. I will lead the other junior brothers to continue to pursue the traitor Yang Guo!"

Yin Zhiping frowned slightly and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, at this moment the truth is not yet known, and you rashly call Yang Guo a traitor to the Quanzhen Religion, is it..."

"What? Killing fellow disciples and escaping from the Quanzhen Sect, isn't this considered a traitor? Junior Brother Yin, don't be too naive!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, and immediately led Cui Zhifang and others in pursuit in the direction Yang Guo left.

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