The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
Crawl Back
Glancing indifferently at the shocked crowd under the ring, Xing Yun immediately jumped up from the ring.
But suddenly his eyes froze, and he saw Wei Dong outside the crowd, and an old friend beside him!
At this moment, they also looked up, with a grin on their faces.
“Chang Xing, long time no see, I didn't expect you to still be trash!”
Xing Yun sneered lightly, opened his mouth to Chang Xing in the distance, and then jumped off the ring.
He knew that Chang Xing could understand.
This Chang Xing had once held a festival with Xing Yun, but he had always been beaten up by Xing Yun.
Now that he was here, Xing Yun understood him very well, and it was definitely arranged by him to fight against him now.
Otherwise, it was no coincidence that someone with high defense would fight against him.
However, Chang Xing miscalculated.
Xing Yun's speed was fast, but his strength was stronger!
Chang Xing's face was slightly cold, the fist on his sleeve clenched tightly, and he snorted coldly, "I am now in the second level of the Martial Arts Circle, I'll see what you'll do to me in the future!"
After speaking, Chang Xing left, But before leaving, he said to Wei Dong: "Wait until Xing Yun's sword seal is removed, and let the tiger head take it back for me!
By the way, beat him to death! I want him to be at the outside door, life and death can't be done!"
Wei Dong Sounds a little shy. He knew that the current Chang Xing was no longer like him three years ago.
With the support of big brother, few people from outside dared to provoke him!
Glancing at Xing Yun in the distance, Wei Dong sneered, "I hope you can live!"
...
After the match, Xing Yun was supposed to be taken to the resting place by the outer disciples, but Xing Yun did not directly go there.
Now Xing Yun from the outer door had no friends, but the opponent, it was good to have a friend by his side.
At the same time, after hanging out for half a month, Xing Yun felt that other than being lazy, this man did not interfere in all aspects.
The most important thing was that Hao Ren's ability to roast monsters with the hand was extremely attractive to Xing Yun's stomach.
The residence of the outer disciples of the Mad Sword Sect was divided into three parts. Bronze Blade Pavilion, Silver Blade Pavilion, and Golden Blade Pavilion.
This difference is due to the number of prints distributed each month.
There was only one knife mark per person in the Bronze Blade Pavilion a month, whereas the Silver Blade Pavilion and the Golden Blade Pavilion had two and three per month respectively.
Although there was only this difference, it made many people crazy to increase their strength and utilize the time to enter the Silver Sword or Golden Sword Pavilion.
Since there was no sword mark, it was impossible to live in the Mad Sword Sect!
The Mad Sword Sect had all the resources, but they all needed the Sword Seal to obtain it!
Xing Yun and Hao Ren's performance was the best this year, and they were directly assigned to the Silver Sword Pavilion, whereas the Gold Sword Pavilion required competition to enter.
After arriving at the residence, the two instantly stayed together, they did not sleep together, and Xing Yun did not care.
Not too long later, an outer disciple came up with twenty-four knife prints, gave them to Xing Yun, and left.
These twenty-four sword marks belonged to two people.
Ten knife marks are a gift, and the remaining two are a gift for the month.
“You can keep mine for me. I don't lack anything, as long as I'm full.” Hao Ren said very boldly, but Xing Yun almost kicked him to death.
A demon cow to eat will make you full, and I will have to die of hunger ...
Just when Xing Yun was depressed, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and four or five people entered.
Xing Yun frowned, glanced at the young man in the head, and said indifferently: "You want to die when you enter without permission in a private forbidden area?"
"Xing Yun, look at Brother Hu Zi's attitude! Do you want to die?" Lin Hao sneered. He looked at Xing Yun with an arrogant look.
Ma Qinghu was a martial artist from a third rank bloodline. He's very strong. He was one of the three generals under Changxing. The whole door...
The entire outer door was rarely provoked. This Xing Yun is dead!
“You are Xing Yun. I heard it before I came here. You are very strong, but you are just a little vain.” Ma Qinghu sneered, with her hands wrapped around her chest, looking extremely arrogant.
“I will give you a chance now, kneel down and prostrate, and give me a knife mark, otherwise I will keep you from getting out of bed for three days!”
"Yes! As expected, he was extremely arrogant." Ma Qinghu sneered with a disgusted expression.
"Three."
"Two."
Xing Yun counted nonchalantly, but Ma Qinghu's eyes suddenly turned cold, her palms were like tiger claws, she suddenly stood out, a strong wind shook, and her hands were like tiger claws, and he's like a tiger that goes down a mountain!
The martial pattern on the forehead flickered, and it turned out to be the head of a tiger!
“Both, uncle! Get down to the ground!”
Xing Yun smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth, and punched the tiger's claws at the same time.
the explosion!
The eternal flame pattern quickly passed, and the black immortal flame fist was like ink. There was no heat, only endless cold and cold!
Ma Qinghu's expression changed, she felt the breath of death from this punch, but she was already too late!
the explosion!
After the two fought and retreated at the same time, Xing Yun was still calm but Ma Qinghu shouted. Staring at the palms, his skin blackened, and his flesh festered!
“A very scary fire! Although there is no fiery energy, it has a very burning power!”
Ma Qinghu's face froze, and the next moment she roared, a layer of yellow halos flowed around her body, and her robe trembled.
"Tiger catch and kill!"
Ma Qinghu let out a low voice and slapped her palm again, but this time the martial patterns concentrated on the skin, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into real tiger claws!
“Blood of that monster, you turned out to be a bastard!”
Xing Yun smiled evilly and moved forward at high speed. When he was about to touch the tiger's claws, the wind broke the sheath, slashed down with the sky blade, and disappeared in an instant!
the explosion!
Ma Qinghu's complexion changed instantly. Because Xing Yun's sword speed was too fast and his strength doubled, even though he turned into a tiger's claw, he still felt severe pain!
“Shadow Sword Filtration!”
Xing Yun did not stop, stepped forward, and followed the sword.
"Swift Knife Slash!"
"Sky Striker Slash!"
...
Xing Yun was like a whirlwind incarnation at this moment, the Sky Striker Jutsu was comparable to a Xuan level intermediate martial art under the full might of Xing Yun's full effort, and because of that explosion, he had been blessed with five slashes of speed At this moment, the speed of the blade was so fast that Ma Qinghu could not see it clearly.
In less than a moment, the clothes around him were continuously smashed into pieces, looking extremely miserable.
the explosion!
Xing Yun suddenly kicked in the air, directly kicking Ma Qinghu out of the room.
The next moment, without waiting for Ma Qinghu's reaction, she raised the knife to her neck, making Ma Qinghu's expression stiff.
“I said, let you crawl back, I'll do it!” Xing Yun sneered, and suddenly stomped on Ma Qinghu's thigh!
Click!
A crisp sound came out, and the next moment Ma Qinghu suddenly shouted!
That pitiful voice made Lin Hao and the others by the side look extremely pale!
Xing Yun's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Ma Qinghu coldly, "Did Changxing send you here?"
"Yes!!"
Ma Qinghu looked at Xing Yun with a painful expression on her face, and was filled with deep fear.
This guy is terrible!
Not a single level at all!
"Good, take me to get a message to her. In five days, I will be waiting for him in the life and death zone!"