My Master is Lin Zhengying

At this time, Shi Xiaojian took the stage to challenge.

Qiu Sheng, I'm afraid he will definitely lose.

Nan Chen fought against him, but the other party was a strong person at the third level of the Xuan rank.

This is placed in the top ten sects, and can be ranked in the top ten masters.

Although Qiusheng knew that he was invincible, he didn't want to admit defeat.

At this time, they clasped their fists symbolically:

"Go ahead!"

After all, he raised the Myriad Ghost Knife.

Shi Xiaojian looked contemptuous:

"I don't need weapons!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the long sword in his hand on the ground with an arrogant expression.

Qiu Sheng was furious and felt slighted.

He could be defeated, but being underestimated by the enemy made him feel uncomfortable.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

Shi Xiaojian shook his head:

"No, I'm not being arrogant, I simply look down on you.

By the way, I don't even use my hands. If you can hurt me, I will admit defeat.

If you can't, you're a piece of shit. "

Shi Xiaojian can be said to be extremely arrogant.

Nan Chen and the others looked very angry.

Everyone in the audience also pointed their fingers one after another:

"Shi Xiaojian is too arrogant!"

"That's right, belittle your opponent so much!"

"I don't have any martial arts virtues at all, are you killing people?"

"He was a shit stirrer."

"..."

Qiusheng is inherently strong, plus he has a fiery personality.

At this moment, hearing those comments, he was even more furious.

Shout out:

"court death!"

After finishing speaking, he raised the Ten Thousand Ghost Knife in his hand, and slashed at Shi Xiaojian.

The speed was extremely fast, and the mysterious energy burst out all over his body.

Reached Qiusheng, the strongest state.

But Shi Xiaojian didn't move at all.

Stand still.

Just like that, looking at Qiu Sheng who was killed.

Qiu Sheng's eyes were red. He was so strong that he was so despised by others, which made him furious.

"what!"

With a loud roar, the Ten Thousand Ghost Knife in his hand slashed at Shi Xiaojian directly.

Just when the blade was about to strike Shi Xiaojian.

Shi Xiaojian pointed behind his back, forming a sword finger secretly.

His eyes widened.

Inexplicably, a breath seemed to sweep Qiu Sheng's body.

Qiu Sheng seemed to be imprisoned by something.

At this time, it was difficult to move an inch.

Even the raised arms couldn't move.

Just like that, he froze in place.

Qiu Sheng panicked.

What's going on here?Why can't I move?

I tried to swing the long knife several times, but found that I couldn't do it.