My wife is a sword fairy

"In ancient times, benevolence and virtue only harmed people, and only killing can be true."

A voice came from the top floor of the villa, floating and cold.

"Who are you?" A young and handsome man walked up to the roof and stared at the man in a black suit and white gloves standing on the railing.

"I'm here to save people, let her go, and you can survive. Or, I'll kill you, and then save her." This man is naturally Zhao Qingzheng, he gently raised his white-gloved right hand, turned Turn around and smile.

"Hmph, what an arrogant tone! Even if Zhang Longhu came over in person, I wouldn't be afraid." The young man said.

"Really? Then I'll just see what you're capable of." Zhao Qingzheng said calmly, and jumped off the railing. There was no sound when he landed, just like a cat jumping from a high place.

Seeing this scene, the young man couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly, and he managed to land silently!

"One minute!" Zhao Qing said rightly.

"What?" the young man asked.

"I'll kill you in one minute!" Zhao Qingzheng moved as soon as he finished speaking, as fast as lightning.

But the young man took a step back, startled by the silent scene just now, he should not be timid when fighting with others, once he is timid, he can only perform at half the level, the martial arts competition pays attention to a preemptive strike, as for what kind of late strike, It's all stupid actions, his shots are like lightning, his fists are like thunder, and his legs are like the wind!

If he took a step back, he had already lost the opportunity.

Zhao Qingzheng stepped on his foot suddenly, and the ground trembled, he rushed forward, and the cannon punches blasted out, fierce and fierce, it was really as terrifying as an iron bullet blasted by a magic cannon.

The young man shouted lightly, his feet stood still like two huge boulders, but when the punch came, he showed timidity again, and when he got short, he chose to dodge rather than hit it head-on, and lowered his body to avoid the blow Fists like thunder.

Zhao Qingzheng smiled coldly, before closing the cannon punch, his footsteps moved forward, his left hand was placed on his abdomen, and he struck out with a loud bang!

Fist in half a step!

Back then, Xue Dian practiced half-step Bengquan to perfection, and conquered the whole world with half-step Bengquan.

This punch was not much weaker than the Pao Fist just now. Although it looked less thunderous and rain-like, it was still enough to break gold and crack stones!

Just when this unexpected punch came out, a water-blue ripple suddenly appeared in front of his body, Zhao Qingzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't hesitate at all, the punch still came out!

"Boom!"

A water shield was formed in front of him, but Zhao Qingzheng's punch was like a thunderbolt entering the water, it burst the water shield, and then hit the man's lower abdomen with a heavy punch, a dark force flowed from his arm Breaking out of it, Zhao Qingzheng's bones trembled at this moment, generating a steady stream of dark energy.

The young man immediately flew upside down, spitting out blood with his mouth open, which was mixed with pieces of internal organs. He fell directly from the villa on the third floor, and his life and death were self-evident.

Zhao Qingzheng sneered and said: "I overestimated you, I didn't expect you to have such a bad mentality, you have three points of timidity before fighting, and you will die with only two moves." He looked at a man who didn't know when. The person who stood on the roof said, "Supernatural? Seems to be B-level..."

With a move of this supernatural person's hand, several water arrows appeared in the void, and all of these water arrows shot towards Zhao Qingzheng.

"Fix!" Zhao Qingzheng yelled lightly, pointed out with his sword, and those water arrows were immediately fixed in the void.

The person with the ability couldn't help being slightly taken aback, made another move with his left hand, and wanted to use some ability again.

But Zhao Qingzheng didn't give him this chance, his right fist was entangled with the power of the immortal, and he punched out with a bang, a punch as big as a boulder, there was no way to avoid it, and it crushed towards this superhuman!

This is exactly the art of transforming fists into gangs taught by Ming Xiyue to Zhao Qingzheng. Once a fist is punched out, fist gangs will be born, and everything is indestructible.

This supernatural person had seen the power of Zhao Qingzheng's fist just now, and was startled that this person is a master of martial arts and also has supernatural powers, so he hurriedly opened a water curtain with both hands. This water curtain is much thicker than the previous one. , He wanted to try his best to make the water curtain thicker by a few layers, but the fist like a boulder had already crushed it.

"Boom!"

The whole house seemed to tremble for a moment, the water curtain was shattered by the fist, and the supernatural person flew out immediately, but it was not as embarrassing as the person just now, and was beaten to death with a punch.

"My ability is to control water." The ability user got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"So what?" Zhao Qing was walking towards him step by step, with a serious face on his face!

"Human blood also contains water!" The supernatural person roared and opened his hands. Zhao Qingzheng felt the blood in his body boil.

However, there was a burst of immortal energy in the dantian, and the restlessness in the blood was immediately calmed down.

Zhao Qingzheng said indifferently: "My supernatural ability is..."

"What!!!" The supernatural person turned pale with fright, and backed away again and again.

"Restrain all supernatural abilities!" As he spoke, he took a step forward and swept his foot forward, like a gust of wind, hitting people like walking, looking at people like wormwood, his gallbladder like the sound of wind, rising and falling like an arrow piercing.

This kick hit the neck of this supernatural being, and there was a crisp sound from his neck, and then his eyes widened suddenly, and he fell to the ground like a felled tree!But at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Zhao Qingzheng kicked up again and kicked him in the stomach. He flew backwards, broke the iron railing, and fell from the third floor. Above the body of the young man just now.

Zhao Qingzheng touched his gloved fist, and said indifferently: "Supernatural powers or something, in front of Lao Tzu's immortal method, they are simply weak!"

After finishing speaking, he walked down the stairs step by step from the roof.

At this moment, these people were preparing to transfer Nalan Mancao, they had tied her down the stairs and were stuffing her into the car.

After Zhao Qingzheng saw it, he didn't dare to be too negligent. He jumped out of the window directly. The distance of eight meters was like walking on flat ground for him. Then, he bowed forward and charged into the crowd, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. With the continuous coordination of chopping and collapsing fists, six people were killed in the blink of an eye.

The few remaining people saw that they could not escape, so they drew their machetes and rushed forward.

Zhao Qingzheng snorted coldly, stepped on a machete with his toe, then raised it, and grabbed the handle of the machete.

The wind of the knife is like rain!

After more than a dozen knives were slashed out, it was as dense as a rain curtain, and there was no way to hide. The throats of the people who came up were all cut with a single knife, and all tendons and tendons were cut off!

At this moment, Nalan Mancao had been tied to the car, and the car had already started.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhao Qingzheng picked up the iron railing that had just been knocked off by the supernatural being and walked up to the car.

There was a flash of madness in the driver's eyes, and he wanted to kill him alive!

Zhao Qingzheng's legs sank, his spine exploded from the last section, the hairs all over his body stood up, his scalp exploded, and he thrust forward the iron rod in his hand, right on the bumper of the car, Then he let out a soft drink, exhaled a puff of hot air, and saw the iron rod bent, and the car was flipped over!

The people in the car fell all over immediately, but fortunately they just flipped over, the Nalan vine was still inside, at most it was bumped and bumped, and they couldn't bear any injuries.

Zhao Qingzheng was throwing away the iron rod, he let out a long breath, his pores were closed, his fine hairs were falling down slowly, his spine stretched slowly, as if he had been in a very comfortable sauna.