Chapter 582: There are always people who want to drive me crazy (22)
The sword-wielding disciple turned his head and glanced at the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance that looked inconspicuous, but exuded the most deadly temptation in the world under the sun.
At this moment, he had defeated everything. He should have quickly tapped his two most important acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and then went up to fight for victory. But he understood that he had to keep his body operating at full strength at this time, and tapping a single acupuncture point meant that
Watch your movements and think half a beat slower. A moment of life and death can be decided in 00001 seconds, so a little blood is nothing.
The disciple calculated that it would take him at most one cup of tea, but he would think slowly due to excessive bleeding.
Instead, he straightened up and raised his sword.
The leader of the Shaochong Sect saw this scene in the audience. He sighed and closed his eyes. He understood his beloved disciple's plan in an instant, but in this life, no one can withstand this kind of temptation. After decades,
My cultivation is just for these few tricks on the stage.
The sword-wielding disciple of the Shaochong Sect flew towards Zhang Ziyan with his sword. This moment was extremely beautiful. The blood on the young man's waist had begun to splash, staining the track behind him red. His flying posture was elegant and majestic, just like Xuanzhen's.
Pictures from this extremely damaged musical score handed down from ancient times.
But when he flew towards Zhang Ziyan, he saw the two white ribbons, as if they came alive, and instantly turned into countless pythons with fangs and claws, protecting Zhang Ziyan, and he just flew into this place.
In the whirlpool.
The body of this sword-wielding disciple was later used by the world's best tailor for three full days to piece together the more than 70 pieces of the remains.
At this time, Zhang Ziyan naturally raised his little finger, lifted up a strand of black hair that was stained with blood, took out a small bronze mirror from his arms, and carefully cleaned a few drops of blood on his face.
His white robe was still as pure as ever, but the two white ribbons did not fall to the ground, but were still hovering behind his back, as if they had really come to life.
And Zhang Ziyan's expression was actually slightly angry, as if he had not chopped up a disciple of the Shaochong Sect, but a young girl adjusting her makeup after a beautiful late autumn rain.
When many men present saw his current expression, their hearts beat faster, their faces turned red and their necks thickened. They seemed to be fascinated by his absolute elegance.
However, since there are deluded people, there will naturally be sober people.
Just when everyone was obsessed with Zhang Ziyan, they saw a shirtless man rushing into the ring, "You are a thief, you actually killed my brother, why don't you die quickly?" As he spoke, he actually held up the gun in his hand.
The broadsword struck Zhang Ziyan's head.
Zhang Ziyan didn't actually want to kill that person just now, everything was just a coincidence.
He poured his unparalleled internal energy into the two ribbons, and naturally formed a protective circle. The sword-wielding disciple just rushed into the vortex that he shouldn't have rushed into.
But under the strong man's scolding, Zhang Ziyan frowned slightly and unconsciously turned sideways to avoid the big man's attack.
Unexpectedly, the big man missed the target, and he suddenly felt angry and rushed towards Zhang Ziyan again with the knife.
Zhang Ziyan had already given in, and the big man's constant pestering really made him irritated.
Then, Zhang Ziyan rolled up the big man with the soft ribbon in his hand because there was no inner movement, and then threw it directly under the ring.
Jin Qing was squatting in the corner, chewing the last roasted pork leg in his hand with relish.
Suddenly, he felt a huge noise coming from behind him. Jin Qing hurriedly hid to the side, and then heard a "bump", and then a person rushed straight towards the person Jin Qing was facing with a strong momentum.
inside the wall.
The flying dust covered Jin Qing's head and face. Seeing a group of people rushing forward to rescue him, Jin Qing slowly turned his head to look at the roasted suckling pig in his hand.
Who would have thought that all they would see was a "torch" covered in grass clippings and dust?
Looking at the unrecognizable pig leg in her hand, Jin Qing lowered her head and laughed softly. Her shoulders slowly shook, and then Jin Qing laughed louder and louder. The ferocious smile on her face also gathered together.
Lei Hao next to her just wanted to go over and care about her when he saw Jin Qing raise her head, revealing a pair of eyes that had turned completely blood red.
Lei Hao was so frightened by Jin Qing's appearance that he quickly took two steps back, grabbed his wooden knife and hid quickly. He just reacted a little slower, but he was not stupid.
After Jin Qing raised his head, he reached out and pulled out the two swords behind him.
For a moment, the entire martial arts conference fell silent. Everyone was watching the most legendary figure on the road to the martial arts conference, the bloody knife Men Lei Er crazy, who suddenly burst into flames. True to legend, he smiled like a ghost crying, holding two swords, like a murderous ghost.
.
Upon seeing this, the leader of the Shaochong Sect stood up and angrily yelled at Jin Qing, "Young man, why are you so noisy at such a grand gathering?" The Xuanzhen Sect had stolen the limelight just now, and now, even his Shaochong Sect could not
If you retreat, you must stand up and act like a big brother, otherwise you will not be able to convince the public in the future.
Jin Qing didn't reply. At this time, the nerves in her brain were like two small red iron bars stirring randomly in her brain.
Jin Qing threw the two swords on the ground together with the scabbards. The two swords sank into the ground, with only the handles exposed, as if this was not a bluestone floor but a sandy ground.
Then hundreds of people in the audience saw Jin Qing put his hands behind his back, and then yelled, "Suffer death, you cowards!"
Jin Qing's voice was so shrill and shrill that everyone felt as if a row of black lines were flying above their heads. "How can a person say crazy?"
At first, everyone thought that Jin Qing was just going crazy, but they didn't expect that with this move, Jin Qing actually pulled out a huge mace from behind.
Looking at this shiny stick with an eerie cold light, everyone including Lei Hao was confused as to where such a big thing was hidden.
At this time, Jin Qing's eyes had turned blood red, and it seemed as if blood could drip at any time.
Everyone felt bad and hurriedly retreated to both sides to make way for Jin Qing. However, Jin Qing did not look at anyone else, staring directly at Zhang Ziyan standing on the ring with his blood-red eyes, and quickly rushed towards the ring.
.
Zhang Ziyan was frightened by Jin Qing's actions and took a step back. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Qing who had stopped in front of the stage. He didn't understand what this woman wanted to do.
Jin Qing held up the mace in his hand and swung it down towards the ring.
When Zhang Ziyan saw this, his pupils shrank sharply, he was in danger.
As Jin Qing struck down with his stick, the huge arena instantly turned into rubble as if it had been hit by a missile, and Zhang Ziyan, who was still on the arena, disappeared without a trace.
After the dust settled, the needles of the martial arts conference could be heard. The sword-wielding disciple turned his head and glanced at the throne of the martial arts leader that seemed inconspicuous, but exuded the most deadly temptation in the world under the sun.
At this moment, he had defeated everything. He should have quickly tapped his two most important acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and then went up to fight for victory. But he understood that he had to keep his body operating at full strength at this time, and tapping a single acupuncture point meant that
Watch your movements and think half a beat slower. A moment of life and death can be decided in 00001 seconds, so a little blood is nothing.
The disciple calculated that it would take him at most one cup of tea, but he would think slowly due to excessive bleeding.
Instead, he straightened up and raised his sword.
The leader of the Shaochong Sect saw this scene in the audience. He sighed and closed his eyes. He understood his beloved disciple's plan in an instant, but in this life, no one can withstand this kind of temptation. After decades,
My cultivation is just for these few tricks on the stage.
The sword-wielding disciple of the Shaochong Sect flew towards Zhang Ziyan with his sword. This moment was extremely beautiful. The blood on the young man's waist had begun to splash, staining the track behind him red. His flying posture was elegant and majestic, just like Xuanzhen's.
Pictures from this extremely damaged musical score handed down from ancient times.
But when he flew towards Zhang Ziyan, he saw the two white ribbons, as if they came alive, and instantly turned into countless pythons with fangs and claws, protecting Zhang Ziyan, and he just flew into this place.
In the whirlpool.
The body of this sword-wielding disciple was later used by the world's best tailor for three full days to piece together the more than 70 pieces of the remains.
At this time, Zhang Ziyan naturally raised his little finger, lifted up a strand of black hair that was stained with blood, took out a small bronze mirror from his arms, and carefully cleaned a few drops of blood on his face.
His white robe was still as pure as ever, but the two white ribbons did not fall to the ground, but were still hovering behind his back, as if they had really come to life.
And Zhang Ziyan's expression was actually slightly angry, as if he had not chopped up a disciple of the Shaochong Sect, but a young girl adjusting her makeup after a beautiful late autumn rain.
When many men present saw his current expression, their hearts beat faster, their faces turned red and their necks thickened. They seemed to be fascinated by his absolute elegance.
However, since there are deluded people, there will naturally be sober people.
Just when everyone was obsessed with Zhang Ziyan, they saw a shirtless man rushing into the ring, "You are a thief, you actually killed my brother, why don't you die quickly?" As he spoke, he actually held up the gun in his hand.
The broadsword struck Zhang Ziyan's head.
Zhang Ziyan didn't actually want to kill that person just now, everything was just a coincidence.
He poured his unparalleled internal energy into the two ribbons, and naturally formed a protective circle. The sword-wielding disciple just rushed into the vortex that he shouldn't have rushed into.
But under the strong man's scolding, Zhang Ziyan frowned slightly and unconsciously turned sideways to avoid the big man's attack.
Unexpectedly, the big man missed the target, and he suddenly felt angry and rushed towards Zhang Ziyan again with the knife.
Zhang Ziyan had already given in, and the big man's constant pestering really made him irritated.
Then, Zhang Ziyan rolled up the big man with the soft ribbon in his hand because there was no inner movement, and then threw it directly under the ring.
Jin Qing was squatting in the corner, chewing the last roasted pork leg in his hand with relish.
Suddenly, he felt a huge noise coming from behind him. Jin Qing hurriedly hid to the side, and then heard a "bump", and then a person rushed straight towards the person Jin Qing was facing with a strong momentum.
inside the wall.
The flying dust covered Jin Qing's head and face. Seeing a group of people rushing forward to rescue him, Jin Qing slowly turned his head to look at the roasted suckling pig in his hand.
Who would have thought that all they would see was a "torch" covered in grass clippings and dust?
Looking at the unrecognizable pig leg in her hand, Jin Qing lowered her head and laughed softly. Her shoulders slowly shook, and then Jin Qing laughed louder and louder. The ferocious smile on her face also gathered together.
Lei Hao next to her just wanted to go over and care about her when he saw Jin Qing raise her head, revealing a pair of eyes that had turned completely blood red.
Lei Hao was so frightened by Jin Qing's appearance that he quickly took two steps back, grabbed his wooden knife and hid quickly. He just reacted a little slower, but he was not stupid.
After Jin Qing raised his head, he reached out and pulled out the two swords behind him.
For a moment, the entire martial arts conference fell silent. Everyone was watching the most legendary figure on the road to the martial arts conference, the bloody knife Men Lei Er crazy, who suddenly burst into flames. True to legend, he smiled like a ghost crying, holding two swords, like a murderous ghost.
.
Upon seeing this, the leader of the Shaochong Sect stood up and angrily yelled at Jin Qing, "Young man, why are you so noisy at such a grand gathering?" The Xuanzhen Sect had stolen the limelight just now, and now, even his Shaochong Sect could not
If you retreat, you must stand up and act like a big brother, otherwise you will not be able to convince the public in the future.
Jin Qing didn't reply. At this time, the nerves in her brain were like two small red iron bars stirring randomly in her brain.
Jin Qing threw the two swords on the ground together with the scabbards. The two swords sank into the ground, with only the handles exposed, as if this was not a bluestone floor but a sandy ground.
Then hundreds of people in the audience saw Jin Qing put his hands behind his back, and then yelled, "Suffer death, you cowards!"
Jin Qing's voice was so shrill and shrill that everyone felt as if a row of black lines were flying above their heads. "How can a person say crazy?"
At first, everyone thought that Jin Qing was just going crazy, but they didn't expect that with this move, Jin Qing actually pulled out a huge mace from behind.
Looking at this shiny stick with an eerie cold light, everyone including Lei Hao was confused as to where such a big thing was hidden.
At this time, Jin Qing's eyes had turned blood red, and it seemed as if blood could drip at any time.
Everyone felt bad and hurriedly retreated to both sides to make way for Jin Qing. However, Jin Qing did not look at anyone else, staring directly at Zhang Ziyan standing on the ring with his blood-red eyes, and quickly rushed towards the ring.
.
Zhang Ziyan was frightened by Jin Qing's actions and took a step back. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Qing who had stopped in front of the stage. He didn't understand what this woman wanted to do.
Jin Qing held up the mace in his hand and swung it down towards the ring.
When Zhang Ziyan saw this, his pupils shrank sharply, he was in danger.
As Jin Qing struck down with his stick, the huge arena instantly turned into rubble as if it had been hit by a missile, and Zhang Ziyan, who was still on the arena, disappeared without a trace.
After the dust has settled, the martial arts conference can be heard.
