The man surnamed Cao was tall and tall, with a condensed sword intent all over his body. As soon as he walked out, a terrible sense of oppression swept over him.
Chu Qingxiao's eyes narrowed and he looked at the man named Cao.
He is a five-level martial artist!
Then his eyes glanced again, looking at the long sword behind the man.
Although the sword had not yet been unsheathed, Chu Qingxiao could smell a dangerous smell from the faint sword intention that was being resisted by the sword.
Obviously, this man surnamed Cao is not low in cultivation, and he is very likely to be the sword holder of the Tianxuan Mountain King Sword.
He didn't want to cause unnecessary conflicts with him, and at the same time, what Zhou Ling'er said also made him a little worried.
He looked back at Zhou Ling'er and said, "Miss Zhou, you said Lu Qi was injured? Where is he now? Take me to see him."
The condition in Lu Qi's body was extremely dangerous. Yesterday, when facing the desolation, there were signs of recurrence. Chu Qingxiao was really worried about whether Lu Qi would have any accidents.
But such words sounded to Zhou Ling'er like a cat crying over a mouse.
She said angrily: "You injured the man, don't you know whether he was injured or not?"
"Miss Zhou, Brother Lu was indeed upset about my residence yesterday, and he did have some accidents while fighting with me."
"But that was caused by his practicing skills and the king sword he wore. It has nothing to do with me. I also specially helped him nurse his injuries and agreed to let him come back today. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding." Chu Qingxiao patiently said Xingzi said, and at the same time said: "Brother Lu's illness is extremely dangerous. If he is really in trouble, please let Miss Zhou tell the truth. It is best to take me to see him, so that I can nurse him back to health..."
"Otherwise, his life may be in danger!"
"Chu Qingxiao, don't be so hypocritical!" Zhou Ling'er scolded, "If it weren't for you, how could Lu Qi be like this!"
"Ling'er, there's no need to talk to him, he's full of nonsense!"
"Come here, smash up this courtyard first, and then take them to the sword-wielding hall! If you deliberately hurt my Tianxuan Mountain disciples, I will definitely vent your anger on Junior Brother Lu!" But the man named Cao had a bad temper. After he said this, dozens of disciples around him responded and rushed around the courtyard.
Several of them came to the wooden pavilion and swept all the unfinished breakfast on it to the ground. The dishes fell to the ground and shattered with a crisp sound. A few of them took out their swords directly. Lifting it up, he was about to chop at the wooden pavilion, while more people rushed to each room, looking at the family as if they were bandits who had entered the village, intending to destroy everything in sight.
"You dare!" Song Qingqing was already angry. Seeing everyone like this, she couldn't bear it anymore. She raised the sword in her hand, and the majestic sword intent in her body poured out at that moment without any consideration, knocking out several Tianxuan people. Shan's disciples enveloped her, and murderous intent overflowed from her body and filled the air.
Song Qingqing's cultivation has reached the fourth realm, and with the blessing of Luo Shen's sword intention, the momentum that burst out at that moment was extremely terrifying. The ordinary disciples also felt this, and their faces changed, their expressions were fearful, and the movements of their hands also changed. There was a lag at this time.
"What are you afraid of!? You, the disciples of Ganquan Peak, can still be intimidated by her!?" Zhou Ling'er on the side saw this and cursed loudly.
The man surnamed Cao obviously also cares about Zhou Ling'er's feelings, or in other words, cares about Zhou Zhenshou behind Zhou Ling'er.
Naturally, he doesn't want the other person to be dissatisfied with him.
At that time, he looked at Song Qingqing angrily: "You are so brave, how dare you attack the disciples of Tianxuan Mountain on the territory of Tianxuan Mountain!"
"Today, I, Cao Lun, will let you know how high the sky is and how high it is!"
After he said these words, the long sword behind his back made a clear sound, and he pulled it out. He stepped forward, and with the sword in his hand, he attacked Song Qingqing.
He is extremely fast and his sword moves are fierce.
Song Qingqing also felt that the opponent's attack was extraordinary. She frowned, and the Luoshen Sword Intent surged out of her body and condensed on her sword body, preparing to resist the opponent's sword.
Cao Lun narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, with a sneer on his lips.
This girl does have some abilities. Judging from her age, she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she has the cultivation level of the four realms. At the same time, the sword intention she inspires is pure, which is obviously from the superior skills. She can have such cultivation level at such an age, even if she is unrestrained. In Tianxuan Mountain, it can also be cultivated as a good embryo by several divine peaks.
But it's a pity.
She met herself who had been practicing Buddhism for more than twenty years.
He is happy to destroy a junior whose talent is better than his own.
This feeling was particularly wonderful for him.
Thinking like this, he condensed the sword intention a little more, and several tiny dark red spiritual powers overflowed from his body, poured into the sword body, and disappeared under the sword intention.
That was a skill he learned in his early years, called "The Poison Punishing Heaven Skill". The skill was incomplete, but even though there were only a few chapters, he still relied on the fragments to learn some detailed skills.
This method is extremely vicious.
A kind of spiritual power called Chisha was condensed in his body.
It seems that his sword moves are not very powerful, nor do they contain murderous intent.
But in fact, hidden in the solid sword intention are wisps of extremely ferocious Chi Sha.
As long as the opponent can't block her sword, she will only suffer some minor losses and some superficial injuries.
But secretly, his few strands of red evil power will flow into the opponent's body and be secretly deposited in the opponent's flesh and blood.
There is no harm at first, but it will slowly corrode the other party's spiritual palace and shake the other party's foundation.
Five years ago, there was a junior in Ganquan Peak. Due to his outstanding talent and the respect of the elders of Shenfeng, he was arrogant and provoked him from time to time. In the name of fighting, he injected this red evil power into his opponent's body. .
At first there was nothing unusual about the other party, and even he secretly thought that he had not learned the essence of this method.
But half a year later, the talented junior was trapped in the third realm and could not break out of it. Now, five years have passed, even though he is practicing hard day and night, the path of cultivation is still difficult, and he can hardly enter the fourth realm. Already wiped out among everyone.
From then on, he fell in love with this feeling.
In the entire Ganquan Peak, there were three or four such disciples who were plotted by him.
Killing those talented juniors in the cradle, for someone like him who is not very talented and can barely make it to where he is today, this gives him a sense of revenge.
Thinking of this, a fanatical light filled the slits of his narrowed eyes.
He became more and more excited, and he was already a little impatient to see the wonderful scene when the poisonous power poured into Song Qingqing's body and annihilated her future together.
But just when his sword was about to hit Song Qingqing's sword.
He suddenly felt that a terrifying murderous intention suddenly rose up beside him, shrouding him.
