This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 572
Although Xu Zhiyang thought well, but at this time, Su Qiqi and Gongziyu absorbed the high-grade spar, and their strength increased greatly, far from being comparable to the past.

It's just that Xu Zhiyang didn't know this, and he didn't even know that even Shi Qing's cultivation base was taken over by the prince.

He waved his hand and motioned to several disciples around him to capture Su Qiqi and Gong Ziyu.

Several disciples immediately went to work with their swords in hand, wanting to perform well in front of the Peak Master so that they could be cultivated in the future.

Maybe if you reward yourself with a magic weapon and a calligraphy, then you will be soaring.

Su Qiqi beheaded countless Kunshan disciples all the way from the Hall of Supreme Harmony to the East Palace. He knew the tricks of the Kunshan disciples very well, and fiddled with the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The long sword flew out and spun in the air, directly beheading several insignificant Kunshan disciples.

Xu Zhiyang originally thought that dealing with Su Qiqi and Young Master Yu would be a matter of grasping and even needing to go out in person.

But he didn't expect that Su Qiqi's strength was already so strong at this moment, and he had already killed a few proud disciples under his peak with a single move.

Xu Zhiyang didn't dare to neglect anymore, he patted the stone table in front of him, and he jumped into the air with the giant sword behind him.

The stone table was shattered by Xu Zhiyang, and the giant sword brought a wind, filling the air with chill in an instant.

The murderous aura struck in front of Su Qiqi, the giant sword followed closely with the murderous aura, the sharp blade slashed from the air, and the thunderous force made people fearful.

The toe of Su Qiqiqing's plain satin shoes was a little, and her figure moved, avoiding Xu Zhiyang's nearly [-]% force.

"Impossible, there will be someone outside the Kunshan Gate who can escape my sword!"

Xu Zhiyang lived in Kunshan for a long time in the past and never had contact with the outside world. In Xu Zhiyang's consciousness, the strongest masters in the five countries were only at the level of ordinary disciples in Kunshan.

It is even more impossible to exist if you can fight with yourself.

"How dare you bully my daughter-in-law, you bald old man really wants to die happily."

Young Master Yu's body has absorbed the centuries-old cultivation of Shi Qing's old monster, and coupled with his already good talent, his strength is already unmatched in the human world.

The fan in his hand is hidden in front of him, his expression is indifferent, the light in his eyes shines on the water like the sun, and although his demeanor is still playful and informal, there is a hint of a king's style.

The most taboo thing for Xu Zhiyang is that outsiders mention his half-bald hair. When Gongziyu said this, Xu Zhiyang became irritable.

The long sword swept across, and the white mang hooked into an arc. There were waves in the arc, and the arcs overlapped.

This is Xu Zhiyang's trump card, and also his famous trick called Hundred Flowers Cut.

In the blink of an eye, he made several moves, and the moves overlapped. Jianmang said it everywhere, like a flower in full bloom.

Not only beautiful, but deadly.

If a light weapon uses this move, although it is easy, the strength must be much weaker.

The most commendable thing about Xu Zhiyang is the heavy sword in his hand, but he can dance very swiftly and in a variety of ways.

Young Master Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't see your baldness. Although your hairstyle is ugly, your moves are very beautiful. Then I will accept your moves."

During the speech, the fan in the young master's hand spread out, swaying up and down, seemingly light movements.

But the swift fire waves roared out with the fan as the center.

Like Xu Zhiyang's sword glow, the fire waves are also stacked on top of each other, but Xu Zhiyang's sword glow is compared to the fire waves that Gong Ziyu swung out.

It's really a dwarf.

Without even the strength to resist, the layers of sword light were instantly swallowed up by the waves of fire, and not even a trace was left.

(End of this chapter)