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"No wonder Cheng Wuyong mistook him for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old martial arts master. Possessing such a spiritual body can no longer be measured by the realm of a secular martial artist."

At the same time, Su Yi noticed that although the aura of Qingjin was strong, it was only at the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm.

Of course, the power possessed by this kind of spiritual body is destined to far exceed the existence of Qi Gathering Realm in this world!

The appearance of Qing Jin made the expressions of the middle-aged scribes and others a lot more dignified.

But immediately, the woman who had previously assassinated the purple-robed youth sneered, and said, "Your Highness Sixth, do you think that our operation has not counted on the biggest threat around you?"

As she said that, she suddenly looked at the crowd who had already been hiding in the distance, and said, "Senior, please take action!"

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

The crowd in the distance panicked and dodged.

But only one man in sackcloth did not move.

His temples are slightly white, his skin is dark, and he carries a four-foot-long cloth bag on his back. His appearance is not surprising.

When he noticed that everyone was looking at him, the man in linen frowned, sighed, and strode towards this side.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

With each step, the solid ground shook, and the aura on his body rose a bit.

But in the eyes of everyone, in a trance, the man in sackcloth seemed to be turning into a mountain, moving sideways, with a majestic and heavy aura, making it difficult to breathe.

"Master!"

Cheng Wuyong's expression turned ugly.

They were eating here just now, but they didn't realize that a martial arts master was here!

No, Mr. Su proposed to leave this place before, probably because he has already seen that there are similar troubles in the ninth floor.

He couldn't help looking at Su Yi.

However, Su Yi's expression was as calm as before.

At the same time, Su Yi's voice sounded in Cheng Wuyong's ears: "If you really can't avoid trouble later on, just protect your young lady and Huang Qianjun."

Cheng Wuyong was shocked, but he relaxed a lot.

"Master!"

At this time, Yuan Luoxi, Huang Qianjun and other people present finally came to their senses, their expressions changed and their hands and feet felt cold.

Once you become a master, you will be like a dragon in the sky!

In the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only the power of the master can be called a big clan!

And in the nineteen cities of Yunhe County, there are only a handful of such existences as grand masters.

But now, a grandmaster just appeared in front of them on the nine-story high platform of the building.

"What a great handwriting!"

The face of the purple-robed youth also changed, and his eyes were full of anger.

To actually send a master to assassinate him, which shows the poison of the other party's intentions and the absolute methods!

"I knew it would be like this."

Qing Jin turned around and looked at the man in sackcloth with blade-like eyes.

There was a hint of disdain on her beautiful face, "Grandmasters should be like the sun in the sky, bright and upright, with the tendency to look down on you, but you shrink back and hide your head and tail until this time. There is a master who cultivates, but he is not worthy of the reputation of a master."

In a word, full of domineering.

Everyone couldn't help being moved.

The man in sackcloth looked resolute, unmoving like a rock, and said indifferently: "Dragon has the ability to change and change. It can disturb the world's situation, and it can hide in the small. Just like the masters of this world, each has its own style of action. A girl’s generalization is nothing like a blinding leaf.”

The night is dark, the atmosphere here is becoming more and more tense, and the rain is about to come.

"Dragon? Oh, this is just a word of praise from secular warriors. If you also regard yourself as a dragon, it would be ridiculous."

Qing Jin made no secret of her disdain, beautiful, stunning, and powerful.

She threw the flagon in her hand and landed firmly on a piece of writing, then raised her slender and white jade finger, and touched the green jasper bracelet on the wrist of her left arm.

With a flash of fire flowing.

Clang!Clang!

Two sword chants resounded.

Looking at her hands, she is already holding a pair of sabers.

The edge of the blade is like a waning moon, and the blade is filled with a faint flame aura, holding it in the hand, it seems to be holding two curved fire moons.

Crimson Moon Dual Swords!

"In such a night, it would be good to cut off the head of the grandmaster and serve it with wine."

Amidst the lazy and magnetic voice, Qing Jin's robe fluttered, and an astonishing aura emerged from that curvaceous figure.

The Crimson Moon Swords in his hands buzzed and trembled, clear and melodious.

Everyone was suffocated, their skin felt tingling, and their throats seemed to be blocked by a sharp edge, making it difficult to breathe.

Even Cheng Wuyong, Zhang Duo and other masters of Qi Gathering Realm, their whole body tensed up suddenly, and they felt a rush of pressure.

Suddenly, Qing Jin's figure rushed forward, her hair flying.

Swish!

Due to the high speed, an afterimage was drawn from her figure, and halfway through, the two knives in her hands interlaced and suddenly cut out together.

At that moment, there seemed to be a pair of crimson crescent moons piercing the night, with dazzling light and shadow, falling into the mortal world with an illusory light.

Crimson rainbow!

The earth-level top-grade secret technique has been tempered by Qingjin to the point of perfection, and once it is used, the profound meaning is fully displayed.

The man in sackcloth narrowed his pupils slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled it behind his back.

The three-foot cloth bag on his back burst, and a three-foot-long black short halberd appeared in his hand.

clang! ! !

The collision sound like tearing eardrums resounded, piercing gold and cracking stone.

The figure of the man in sackcloth retreated a few steps before he stabilized his figure. His blood was churning, and the short black halberd in his hand was buzzing and trembling.

Look at Qing Jin again, holding two knives in her hands, her figure is outstanding, her whole body is full of saber energy, especially her pair of beautiful eyes, which are as bright as a knife's edge.

So strong!

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

A martial arts master was forced to retreat in one blow!

When not doing it, the qing jin is gorgeous and refined, like a big qingyi on the stage, with various styles and full of aura.

But once he made a move, he was so fierce and domineering, and his power was like a rainbow, which made many men present feel ashamed and sighed secretly.

"This sister is too powerful!"

Yuan Luoxi's eyes lit up, and she cried out excitedly.

Clang!

Qing Jin didn't stop her attacking posture. During the battle, her whole body exuded a chilling aura, and the crimson swords in her hands transformed into phantoms of the fiery red moon in the sky. Each sword was faster and more domineering than the other.

Not only fierce, but fierce as fire!

clang!clang!clang!clang!

The dense collision of blades and short halberds sounded like drums, echoing in the night, shaking people's blood and blood, and eardrums stinging.

On the battlefield, the lights of knives criss-crossed like fire, and Qing Jin's figure was like a flash of lightning, illusory and sharp.

The man in sackcloth was knocked back several times in a row.

But he is also extremely terrifying, as calm as a mountain, and as powerful as a rock, despite the violent storm-like attacks and chops, he was never really injured.

Suddenly, cold lightning flashed in his eyes, and he breathed out like thunder, "It is indeed terrifying to have such combat power in the Qi Gathering Realm, but unfortunately, the Grandmaster is not something you can provoke!"

boom!

With a sudden step on the sole of his foot, his power surged a lot, and he swung the short black halberd in his hand violently.

At that moment, it was like waving a black thunderbolt!

boom!

The figures intertwined, Qing Jin's figure stagnated in the void, and then flew out in the air.

He was blown away by this blow!

The audience was silent, and there was no sound.

Cheng Wuyong, Zhang Duo and others all changed their faces, this is the power of a master!

On the other hand, the middle-aged scribes all breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingjin's offensive just now was so strong that they were all terrified and out of breath.

Fortunately, the situation has begun to reverse now!

"Hmph, you seem to be nothing more than that, time is precious, I will kill you now!"

Qingjin's bright eyes were filled with killing intent like fire.

The figure flashed.

She rushed out with the knife again.

It's just that there is a haze of light and shadow emerging from his body, as bright as the sun, and it is especially bright in this night.

And her aura became ethereal like water clouds.

"The sincerity of Yanxia from her blood is her trump card for daring to challenge the Furnace Cultivation Realm." Su Yi nodded secretly, expecting this would be the case.

But, don't those enemies on the opposite side have other cards?

After all, this was a matter of assassinating a prince, and judging by the posture of the other party, it was obvious that it had been planned for a long time. Apart from dispatching a martial arts master, there might be other means.

clang!

While Su Yi was thinking, a battle broke out in the field.

After unleashing the innate power of Yanxia's true intention, Qing Jin's strength was significantly stronger. When fighting with the man in sackcloth, not only could he stand against the man in court, but he even had the upper hand.

This attracted everyone's attention and paid close attention.

just for a moment—

A trace of blood dripped from the lips of the man in sackcloth.

This scene shocked everyone. A martial arts master actually suffered internal injuries during the fight!

But unexpectedly, the man in sackcloth showed no signs of shock and anger, instead he sighed and said, "Forget it, since you agreed to participate in this operation, why should you spare your life?"

Amidst the mournful voice, his breath boiled like a raging wave in the vast ocean, and a destructive breath spread to the audience.

"Forbidden technique at the cost of self-destruction?"

Qing Jin frowned, her pretty face showed a dignified look, she attacked with all her strength, and the crimson swords fell from the sky like a pair of falling meteors.

clang! ! !

But this time, amidst the shocking crash, her slender and proud figure was staggered and flew backwards, her pretty face turned pale.

A pair of delicate and beautiful eyes revealed an unbelievable color.

Seeing that the man in sackcloth was burning like endless flames, holding a short black halberd in his hand, with a monstrous killing intent, he jumped towards Qingjin to kill.

Straight like a demon!

boom!

He swung the short black halberd, pointing at it like a thunderclap.

Qing Jin gritted her teeth, not retreating or evading, and shook her hard.

boom!

His figure was blown away again, coughing up blood from his lips, his beautiful face turned pale, and a rare expression of shock and anger appeared between his brows.

The purple-robed man and Yuan Luoxi all felt chills in their hearts and completely changed their colors.

The middle-aged scribes and the others showed murderous intent, ready to move, planning to take the opportunity to dispatch to capture the biggest prey tonight.

"It's worth it if you risk your life with me!"

On the battlefield, the man in sackcloth spoke indifferently and attacked again.

boom!

The short black halberd was raised, and it slashed down with an endless torrent of evil spirits.

Qingjin is inevitable.

This blow seemed simple, but in fact it covered all directions, like a net of heaven and earth, there was no way to avoid it, and it could only be slammed hard.

At this moment, the corners of her lips could not help revealing a trace of bitterness, she still underestimated the terribleness of the Grandmaster

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ps: Well, let's see if I can write another chapter before 9:[-] pm.

Looking at my hard-working and sincere eyes, won't my conscience hurt if I don't vote monthly?