Chapter 100 Strong Suppression! Son of the Yellow Maple Valley!
Chapter 100: Strong killing! The Holy Son of Huangfeng Valley!
When Zhao Aotian heard Qin Changgeng's rude words, his face suddenly became gloomy.
These people are making trouble, but they dare not be disrespectful to Huangfeng Valley.
But the boy who came out of nowhere in front of him looked so despised Huang Feng Valley and deserved to be killed.
Zhao Aotian drew out his spear, pointed the sharp tip at Qin Changgeng's throat, and the corner of his mouth was filled with disdainful arrogance.
"What are you? You dare to go against Huang Fenggu!"
"Don't think that there are too many people, you can do whatever you want here."
"Kowtow to me obediently and admit my mistake. Maybe I am in a good mood and may spare your life..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Chuxue, who was next to him, suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous intent surged. He kicked his feet and rushed towards Zhao Aotian with a flaming sword.
"Insulting Mr. Qin, it's time to kill!"
The complex patterns on the blade flashed, slashing down with a thunderous momentum, without any unnecessary nonsense.
Zhao Aotian's face changed slightly and he smiled grimly.
"A servant who is only at the level of the War Sect is pretending to be in front of me, and he is simply overestimating his abilities!"
The spear in his hand is like a dragon, extremely sharp, with a sound of a sonic boom.
Knives and guns collided, and violent aura cut the ground.
A powerful recoil force came, Feng Chuxue took a step back, but Zhao Aotian took three steps back.
"How is that possible?" Zhao Aotian's face looked ugly, and his hands holding the gun were trembling constantly.
With his War Lord's cultivation level, even if he only used 50% of his strength, he was not something that a War Sect could resist.
Feng Chuxue moved his shoulders and snorted coldly.
"The War Lord's Strongest One, but that's it!"
Zhao Aotian, who was despised, had anger in his heart.
"I underestimated you, but I have some skills, but that's all."
"The next move, I will take your life!"
The eyes of the wind blowing snow are shining brightly.
"This is what I want to tell you."
"Looking for death!" Zhao Aotian shouted loudly, his whole body soared into the air, and the spear in his hand was surrounded by violent spiritual energy.
"The dragon goes out to sea!"
A faint phantom of a dragon emerged from the surface of the gun, roaring with its teeth and claws.
You can also hear the sound of the whistling waves, one wave higher than another.
Feng Chuxue's face was calm, without any sorrow or joy, as if he was trapped in an ethereal state.
When Zhao Aotian stabbed the spear, he suddenly moved, raised his arm lightly, and the flame knife drew a mysterious trajectory in the void.
Pull out a tragic sword light.
Being in it, a feeling of emptiness and desolation permeates everyone's hearts.
"Blade intention!"
"This young man actually condensed his sword intention!"
"A young swordsman in his twenties!"
Among the warriors, the semi-saint screamed in vain.
The violent collision in imagination did not happen. The invisible sword light passed through the spear and slashed on Zhao Aotian's soul.
Zhao Aotian's body flew backwards, his eyes dimly.
Lying on the ground, coughing up blood on the corner of his mouth, he kept roaring.
"Don't you know my identity if the lowly servant dares to hurt me?"
"Yuji, please kill Chuxue. He talks too much nonsense."
With one knife, my ears became clear.
Blood gushed out, and under that knife, even his soul was shattered by the sword intent. Zhao Aotian's body lost all his vitality and fell to the ground.
His empty and unscrupulous eyes looked at the sky, and his resentful face was still filled with unwillingness.
The blood stained the large area of the ground red, and the spear in his hand became dull without the infusion of spiritual energy. A pungent smell of blood emanated, which was disgusting.
Feng Chuxue held the flame knife and reached out to take off Zhao Aotian's storage ring and respectfully handed it to Qin Changgeng.
"Mr. Qin, please accept it with a smile!"
The movements were done in one go, and he seemed very skillful.
Without taking the storage ring, Qin Changgeng's eyes swept past the stupid Huangfeng Valley disciples.
Everyone who was swept by him couldn't help but shudder.
"You accept it, this is your spoil."
Feng Chuxue was not pretentious, so she immediately put it on her hands, and an ugly smile appeared on her expressionless face.
"Thank you for your reward!"
Seeing Zhao Aotian's miserable death, the Huangfeng Valley disciples around him were so scared that their faces turned pale, and the warriors were also shocked.
"It's over, you're in trouble!"
"This Zhao Aotian has an extremely noble identity. Grandpa is the great elder of Huangfeng Valley and a powerful man of the three-turn and half-saint."
"His brother is even more of the holy son of the sect. He has a transcendent status. Where did you get the courage to kill him?"
"If you offend the two half-saints of Huangfeng Valley and stay here, you will definitely bear the endless anger of Huangfeng Valley!"
In the eyes of everyone, Qin Changgeng was already a dead person, and they were a little far away from Qin Changgeng.
It was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, not wanting to have anything to do with Qin Changgeng, and was afraid of being affected.
Although I wanted to enter the valley, I did not use this intense method to make enemies with Huangfeng Valley.
Listen to those warriors.
Qin Changgeng was a little surprised that Zhao Aotian's grandfather was actually his old acquaintance.
Since the last time Qincheng parted, I haven't seen it for some days.
Since he has killed his grandson, you might as well wait for the rabbit. The family must be neatly organized.
"I am waiting for him at this valley entrance. If the Holy Son and the Great Elder dare to come and kill them together."
In the surprised eyes of everyone, Qin Changgeng sat down cross-leggedly, and even began to close his eyes and rest.
"Crazy, it's simply crazy."
"Look, when the semi-saint powerhouses in Huangfeng Valley come, these people are probably going to be suppressed in an instant."
"Hey, after he gets mixed up like this, Huang Fenggu might vent his anger on us."
The whispers of warriors came from around him, and Qin Changgeng ignored them.
Not long after, a young man with a feminine face and thin lips came into the air.
Wearing golden armor and purple sky crown on his head, the body is surrounded by evil spirits.
It was Zhao Xiongba, the Holy Son of Huangfeng Valley who rushed over.
Seeing the corpse on the ground, his calm face suddenly became ferocious.
"Who, who killed my brother?"
The shrill voice echoed outside the Yinfeng Valley with deep resentment.
However, it was because of a little delay that he saw Zhao Aotian's body, and Zhao Xiongba was almost madly angry.
The wind blew up his chest and took a step forward without squinting.
"It's me, he is rude to Young Master Qin, and he is not to be jealous of death."
The plain tone seemed to have killed a person just now, like killing a chicken.
Zhao Xiongba opened his eyes wide and roared.
"Then you and the people around you, go and bury my brother with you.
A stream of innate aura burst out from Zhao Xiongba's body and turned into a huge palm, covering the area where Feng Biaoxue was.
The giant palm fell, and even this space was imprisoned and could not be broken free.