"boom"
In a bloody building area, a huge thing fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the high-rise buildings trembled.
A large pit appeared on the street, and inside was a walking dragon more than 300 meters long.
The pitch-black scales are as dark as prison, and the sun and moon are contained in the eyes, which is extremely magical.
However, it was in a very embarrassed state at the moment, covered in blood, covered with large and small scars, and with some irreparable lacerations. A spear penetrated its abdomen, and the blood flow continued.
"Damn! Two bitches!"
Zoujiao opened his mouth and spoke directly of the quintessence of Chinese culture: "You deserve to be damned! When you find my father, I will make sure you look good!"
"It's true that my father has gone off somewhere to be carefree. His son is alone outside and is being bullied. He doesn't care about it..."
It cursed and twisted its huge body, struggling to get up, trying to fly away.
At this moment, there was a "swish" sound.
A long sword of cold light came through the air and stabbed into the ground in front of it. Its remaining power did not dissipate, and it made a harsh clang.
"Evil beast!"
"Where else do you want to run?"
A figure in white robes appeared in front. This was a middle-aged man with a face like a crown jewel, a tall and straight figure, standing in mid-air, with flowing clothes.
There is a hidden fierceness in his whole person, like a sword with a hidden edge. Once it is unsheathed, it will be unstoppable!
Seeing this person, Tie Zhu's face sank.
"Catching up so quickly?"
"Zhao Qingcheng, go to hell with your ancestors. Don't you say that if you can't succeed with one sword, you won't use the second sword? Your grandpa Tiezhu has blocked so many swords from you. You are so fucking shameless. You are still chasing after me. cut!"
It yelled and cursed, while dragging its seriously injured body, it retreated flexibly.
"Hmph!" The man just snorted coldly, raised his hand to take the cold light sword, and pointed it straight at the iron pillar.
"As long as I can complete the commission from the Qi Sect guy, I don't mind if Zhao, who has a mere reputation, doesn't want to do it."
"Do you have a bad reputation? Among the top three swordsmen of the year, which one is not better than you? You just relied on being shameless and collecting evil magic to survive until now, and you killed them all. Only then do you dare to call yourself a swordsman."
"Ask yourself, are you worthy? Are you worthy? Are you worthy?..."
Tie Zhu's fate of "hurting officials and spitting out show" is indeed not guaranteed. He talks profanity a lot when he opens his mouth, and he directly points to the pain in others' hearts.
Even the sword master, who was always known for his gentleness, couldn't help but frown, his face a little uneasy.
"enough!"
"Talent is just the beginning of the sword. Long-term practice and hard work are the only way to become the strongest. I have thought hard for thousands of years. Even if those people are still alive, they can only be killed by my sword!" Zhao Qingcheng said while facing He stepped forward and spoke coldly.
The most important thing for a swordsman is his state of mind. Faced with this kind of insult directed at his heart, he must respond, otherwise he may leave his inner demon behind.
Hearing this, Tiezhu ran for his life, patting his belly and laughing: "Hahaha, then you have practiced hard for thousands of years and entered the strongest realm?"
With just one sentence, Zhao Qingcheng was rendered speechless.
Indeed, for thousands of years, he has sought breakthroughs time and time again, but failed again and again. He could never get in when he was finally on the doorstep.
In fact, he himself understands that this is an unfair gap in talent.
If it had been those three people, they would all have gone a long way toward becoming the strongest by now.
Unfortunately, they were too proud. When the path was completely cut off and we entered the end of the Dharma, they were unwilling to choose to live and wait for the opportunity. Instead, they wanted to defeat the sky with their swords and wanted to forcibly break into the strongest realm of swordsmanship in the end of the Dharma.
And then failed without exception.
Just three idiots!
Zhao Qingcheng kept hinting in his heart, but he couldn't help but clenched his teeth.
"shut up!"
With a loud shout, he drew his sword, and white light streaked across the sky. At this moment, the wind within a kilometer radius became extremely fierce, streaking across the tall buildings, leaving behind traces of terror.
This is the swordsmanship that once represented the pinnacle of an era in the history of human cultivation.
In terms of mystery and magic, it is much stronger than the sword of Samsara King!
Because this is not just Zhao Qingcheng's sword, but one of the strongest swordsmanship handed down from the Dao Shu era.
"Damn it! If you can't keep up with your words, you'll do it. Do you have the qualities!"
Tie Zhu cursed angrily, the "sun" and "moon" in his eyes were shining brightly, the hot and feminine powers were blessing his whole body together, the scales were glowing with divine light, and ancient symbols were attached to them.
"boom"
The sword hit, and the terrifying force frightened the evil spirits in the tallest twenty-six-story building in this area to shrink their heads, not daring to look further.
After the majestic sword power in the sky had subsided, a cursing figure flew out in embarrassment.
Fortunately, Tiezhu absorbed the remaining spiritual fragments as soon as he entered the restricted area and entered the eight-step realm again.
Otherwise, it might really be dead under this sword.
It was also very miserable at this moment. There was a gaping hole on his back that was more than 60 meters long and the bones were visible. Blood was pouring down like rain.
It grinned in pain and laughed.
"Haha, Zhao Qingcheng, I will remember this sword. When I go home to find my father, if I don't smash all 206 bones in your stupid body, my father will not be named Jiang!"
"Can you still leave today?" Zhao Qingcheng said coldly.
"You may not have been able to leave before, but now, you have used the strongest sword you have saved up to chase me all the way, and you still have the means to stop one..." Tie Zhu's tone was faint, containing a hint of ruthlessness in his bones: "Half dragon?"
Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.
"What, you want..."
Seeing an iron pillar covered in blood in front of him, his body suddenly twisted and gnawed at his foot that had the prototype of a dragon.
But at this time, a loud voice sounded from the horizon.
"Second brother, your nephew was hacked, what should you do?"
"Brother, I will chop him up!"
Before they finished speaking, in the eyes of Zhao Qingcheng and Tie Zhu, a large mass of blood suddenly spread on the sky in front of them at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, they were close.
It was only then that they saw clearly that the blood was the evil aura emanating from a man.
He has a burly figure, wears a pair of tattered armor, and his natural murderous intent makes people feel chills, awe, and fear from the bottom of their hearts!
One person can tell with just one look.
This is an evil star that has killed countless lives.
At the same time, he is a terrifying Eight-Step King of the Forbidden Zone, and he is also the strongest among them.
Even Zhao Qingcheng did not dare to face such a terrifying opponent head-on. As the nine-step king outside the penalty area, he could barely kill some of the weakest eight-step kings outside the penalty area in this bloody city.
But facing this kind of opponent, there is no chance of winning!
"It seems there is no need for me to take action. Someone will send you back to the west..." Zhao Qingcheng spoke and stepped back.
However, the next moment, the bloody general held a sword condensed with black light and slashed straight at him.
"You're the only one who fucking touched my nephew?"
