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Chapter 580 Someone Always Wants to Drive Me Crazy (22)

The sword-wielding disciple turned his head and took a look at the seemingly inconspicuous throne of the martial arts lord, which exudes the world's deadliest alluring light under the sun.

At this time, desire conquered everything. He should have quickly tapped his two most important acupoints to stop the bleeding, and then went up to decide the outcome. It means that one's actions and thinking should be half a beat slower, 0.0001 second can determine the moment of life and death, and bleeding a little is nothing.

If the disciple calculates that he has at most one cup of tea, his thinking will slow down due to excessive bleeding.

Instead, he straightened his body and raised his long sword.

The head of the Shaochong faction saw this scene in the audience, he sighed and closed his eyes, he understood his lover's plan in an instant, but in life, no one can withstand this kind of temptation. His cultivation base is just for these tricks on stage.

The sword-wielding disciple of the Shaochong Sect flew towards Zhang Ziyan with his sword. This moment was extremely beautiful. The blood on the boy's waist had already started to splatter, staining the track behind him red. His flying posture was elegant and majestic, just like Xuanzhen's The pictures in this dilapidated numbered musical notation handed down from generation to generation.

But when he flew towards Zhang Ziyan, he saw that the two white ribbons, as if they had come to life, instantly turned into countless pythons with claws and claws, protecting Zhang Ziyan, and he just flew into this place. swirl.

The body of this sword-wielding disciple was later used by the number one tailor in the world for three full days to piece together the more than 70 pieces of wreckage.

At this time, Zhang Ziyan naturally raised his little finger, brushed away his blood-stained black hair, took out a small bronze mirror from his bosom, and carefully cleaned the few drops of blood on his face. His white robe was still as pure as before, but the two white ribbons did not fall to the ground, but were still hovering behind his back, as if they had really come to life.

And Zhang Ziyan's expression was even slightly angry, as if he had never chopped up a disciple of the Shaochong sect, but a girl who was arranging her makeup after a beautiful late autumn rain.

Seeing his current expression, many men present had their hearts beating faster, blushing and thick necked, as if they had been fascinated by his absolute elegance.

However, since there are people who are deluded, there will naturally be people who are sober.

Just when everyone was fascinated by Zhang Ziyan, they saw a big shirtless man rushing up to the ring: "You bastard, you actually killed my brother, so hurry up and take your life." Zhang Ziyan's head was chopped with a large knife.

Zhang Ziyan didn't actually want to kill that person just now, everything was just a coincidence.

The two ribbons were poured with his unique inner strength, which naturally formed a body protection ring. The sword-wielding disciple just rushed into a vortex that he shouldn't have rushed into.

But under the scolding of the big man, Zhang Ziyan frowned slightly, turned sideways unconsciously, and avoided the big man's attack.

Who would have thought that the big man would miss Zhang Ziyan's blow, and he would be filled with anger in his heart, holding a knife and rushing towards Zhang Ziyan again.

Zhang Ziyan had already given in a move, and the big man's constant pestering really made him very irritable.

Then, Zhang Ziyan rolled up the big man with the soft ribbon in his hand because there was no internal urging, and then threw it directly under the ring.

Jin Qing was squatting in the corner, eating the last roasted pork leg with relish.

Suddenly, he felt a loud noise coming from behind him, Jin Qing hurriedly hid to the side, and then heard a "touch", and then rushed straight to the place Jin Qing was facing with a strong momentum. in the wall.

The flying dust shook Jin Qing's head and face, watching a group of people rushing forward to rescue, Jin Qing slowly turned his head to look at the roast suckling pig in his hand.

Who would have thought but only saw a "torch" covered in grass clippings and dust

Looking at the unrecognizable pork leg in her hand, Jin Qing lowered her head and smiled softly. Slowly her shoulders shook, and Jin Qing laughed louder and louder.The grin on the face also gathered together.

Lei Hao, who was next to him, just wanted to go over and care about her, when Jin Qing raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

Lei Hao was so frightened by Jin Qing's appearance that he hurriedly took two steps back, grabbing his wooden knife and quickly hid. He just had a slower reaction in his brain, but he was not stupid.

After Jin Qing raised his head, he reached out and drew out the double knives behind him.

All of a sudden, the entire martial arts conference fell silent, and everyone was watching the most rumored blood knife sect on the road of the martial arts conference. .

Seeing this, the head of the Shaochong faction stood up, and angrily reprimanded Jin Qing, "You arrogant boy, why are you so noisy at such a grand event!" If you shrink back, you must stand up and look like a big brother, otherwise how can you convince the public in the future.

Jin Qing didn't respond, the nerves in her brain were like two small red iron bars churning randomly in her brain.

Jin Qing threw the two knives together with their scabbards on the ground, and the two knives sank straight into the ground, only the handles leaked out, as if this was not a bluestone slab, but a sandy ground.

Then hundreds of people in the audience saw Jin Qing put his hand behind his back, and then roared: "Die, you cowards!"

Jin Qing's voice was so shrill that everyone felt a row of black lines flying over their heads: "." How can a person be crazy?
At first, everyone thought that Jin Qing was just going crazy, but they didn't expect that Jin Qing would actually pull out a huge mace from behind with this move.
Seeing this shiny stick with a gloomy and cold light, everyone including Lei Hao was stunned: where is such a big thing hidden.

At this time, Jin Qing's eyes had turned blood red, and it seemed that blood could drip at any time.

Everyone felt bad, and hurriedly retreated to both sides to make way for Jin Qing, but Jin Qing didn't look at the others, and the blood-red Shuangyang stared straight at Zhang Ziyan standing on the ring, and quickly flew towards the ring .

Zhang Ziyan was so frightened by Jin Qing's actions that he took a step back, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Qing who was already standing in front of the stage, not understanding what this woman was trying to do.

Jin Qing held up the mace in his hand, and swung it down towards the ring.

Seeing this, Zhang Ziyan's pupils shrank suddenly: No, it's dangerous.

As Jin Qing hit it with a stick, in an instant, the huge arena turned into rubble as if it had been hit by a missile, and Zhang Ziyan, who was still on the arena, disappeared without a trace.

After the dust settled, the martial arts conference could be heard.

(End of this chapter)