Chapter 91: Angry Killing! Bombing to the Scum Again
Chapter 91: Furious killing! Kill to the uttermost again
At this time, everyone was focusing on Qing Shui. At this time, no one knew when Qing Shui had a simple white sword with seven stars on the blade.
Although the division was lightly dressed and was stabbed with a bloody hole by Tong Ni, such an injury is not surprising. After all, someone died just now. Casualties are inevitable due to competition regulations, so you are responsible for the casualties.
Fenxiang Valley was very angry but could not do anything. At most, Fenxiang Valley's masters would go up and injure the opponent. However, if an older master went up, it was very likely that the opponent would admit defeat directly. Even if the elders of the family would ask the kid to admit defeat, he would not let him.
He died young, but there are not many young people in Canglang County who can surpass Tong Ming.
"Who is this person? He is so young."
"It tastes so good, I like it!"
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Qing Shui stepped onto the fighting platform with an expressionless face while holding the Big Dipper Sword.
Tong Ming, who had regained his composure at this time, was agitated and restless. He was kicked so hard by his master that he still couldn't feel it. Fortunately, it was a little off, otherwise it would definitely be broken.
But even so, I still feel that I can't even think of lifting it if I don't recover for ten and a half months or even longer. I have to live a life without a woman. Just thinking about it makes my teeth itch.
He saw that the woman he had flirted with was picked up by this young man, and judging from the situation, their relationship seemed to be very close. The smile she gave him was so intoxicating, a smile that could kill someone without paying for their life, but it was a pity that it did not belong to him.
Holding the spear tightly in his hand, he felt like he wanted to kill someone now, especially the man in front of him who was very charming and attractive to women.
"You deserve to die." Qing Shui looked at the handsome innate young man in front of him. This was the first time for Qing Shui to see the youngest innate master besides himself.
"Haha, you are the only one who has the ability to kill me." Tong Ming scolded disdainfully, pointing the silver spear in his hand straight at Qing Shui domineeringly.
The fierce aura was nothing to mention in Qing Shui's eyes.
Qing Shui actually showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, his aura was undisguised, a dull breath came out, and a tiger roar like a wave made people feel frightened and distracted.
And when Tong Ming was stunned, Qing Shui moved, and with a sudden speed that was shocking, the Big Dipper sword in his hand struck out with a brilliant chopping sword, without any reservation, because only by chopping the opponent with all his strength can Qing Shui's suppressed emotions be resolved.
anger.
The faces of the Tong family members changed the moment Qing Shui released his pressure, and an old man rushed towards the fighting platform as fast as thunder, shouting angrily: "Boy, how dare you."
But now the King of Hell is here, and this sword strike is also accurate. The Big Dipper Sword hits Tong Ni's panicked silver spear with overwhelming force.
An unpleasant screeching sound on metal and a boom!
The scene was silent, Qing Shui stood there quietly.
"Wow, there's not even a scrap left after the blast. It's so violent and so beautiful!" Passerby A said with eyes shining brightly.
"It would be great if I were so fierce, then the feeling of blowing people would be as good as playing with a woman!" Passerby Yi said with deep eyes and an artist's taste.
Passerby A: "..."
The bits of blood mist in the air represented that each person had been blown to pieces. There were two broken silver spears in the distance on the ground. At this moment, the old man also stood on the stage.
"Dare not? Do you think I dare?" Qing Shui stared at the old man with his eyes fixed on him. Qing Shui knew that this old guy was not weaker than the goddess master.
"Ah, Yinger, Yinger..."
The old man screamed sharply, looking at Qing Shui with blood-red eyes, and his teeth chattered: "Why do you want to kill him? Why?"
"Why? Because he deserves to die!" Qing Shui stood there with blood spots on his clothes, which made him even more monstrous. His monstrous face had a monster-like feeling.
"You deserve to die too."
The area where Tianjian Sect gathers!
"Shall we go up?" Zhu Qing said softly.
"Don't go up?" Yiye Jiange said complicatedly.
"Why, that Tong Tu is an old guy from the Tong family. Although he is not the strongest, he is still at the peak of the fourth level of innate strength." Zhu Qing looked at Yiye Jiange and said with a half-smile.
"He can handle it."
Zhuqing and several other elders stared blankly at Yiye Jiange, and then looked at the tall figure on the stage.
"Haha, if you die here today at such an old age, would it be considered the end of your life?" Qing Shui stared at the mighty and arrogant old man opposite and said, his tone making people's blood boil.
The old man has the same silver gun in his hand. It is one foot long and as thick as an adult's wrist. The gun body is like a winding dragon. It is lifelike. It makes people feel that it is not a weapon but like a work of art. It exudes a faint pressure.
.
The old man's eyes were fixed on the two broken guns. Tong Ming was his grandson and an important part of the Tong family's future to reach the top of Canglang County or even step out of Canglang County. Unfortunately, all of this was lost to the young man in front of him.
Destroyed.
"Boy, I want to seek justice for Ni'er today."
His silver hair was flying, and the hissing dragon's roar came from the dragon spear he was waving!
This gun seems to be a treasure, and it can actually make a frightening dragon's roar sound.
The roar of tigers emitted by Qing Shui conflicted with the roar of dragons from the other side. For a moment, the roars of dragons and tigers could not be heard, and the people below looked at this scene in surprise.
The old man made a move, and hurled his gun and the gun towards Qing Shui like a dragon lurking out of the sea.
The dragon's roar became more passionate, and the spear seemed to come alive, roaring towards Qingshui like a dragon.
The sword comes out!
Gathering the power of the stars, Xinghe swung out the Big Dipper Sword, using it without reservation, and used the sword one by one!
As soon as Qing Shui came into contact with it, he found that the old man's spear was strange. Because Qing Shui collided with the opponent's dragon spear and felt a strong shock. Although the old man's dragon spear was knocked away, he found that the opponent had no reaction.
The other party looked at Qing Shui even more surprised.
He knew that this dragon gun could withstand ordinary attacks, but the other party was able to barely swing him away. How much strength was needed.
Once again, the dragon spear swept towards Qing Shui like a dragon wagging its tail with a long stream of innate energy. Qing Shui still lit the sword, but spit out a circle of yellow gas on the tip of the sword, which was like a real thing, and lit the dragon spear again.
On the gun head.
bite!
This time, Tu Xing's innate Qi resisted half of the attack and half of the attack, which completely offset the power of the dragon spear. He was unable to prevent himself from being quenched and was knocked far away by Qing Shui's sword with great force.
Next, Qing Shui's sword force was like a violent storm, and even the tiger's roar suppressed the dragon's roar!
The tiger ascends the mountain! Gather momentum!
Pointing swords, thrusting swords, and chopping swords followed the momentum of a tiger down the mountain and hit the dragon spear. Qing Shui did not change at all under the support of the huge ancient divine power, but Tong Tu's mouth was already stained with blood.
Although Qing Shui would not do anything to eradicate the problem, he would not let it go if he encountered it. If he killed the younger one, there would be no need for the older one to stay. Anyway, the grudge with the Tong family was settled, but he didn't care.
"Do you still want to fight? Go back and prepare for the funeral. You still have half a day to survive." Qing Shui put away his sword and looked at the pale Tong Tu across from him and said without any emotion.