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"You want to kill me? Let's see if you have the ability." Ma Yundong shouted. As his voice fell, a long sword appeared right before him! Clang! A faint red light radiated from the large saber in Ma Yundong's hand, like a red ball that had been blinded. However, Ma Yundong's entire body was filled with inner strength. The saber blade already had the might of shattering rocks and breaking waves!

The two retreated as soon as they came into contact with each other. Once again, they slashed out with their swords. After the battle between Ma Yundong and Qi Xing, the arrogance he had suppressed in his heart was completely released. For a moment, he felt carefree and carefree, and that trace of fear was washed away with him. Clang clang clang! In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged a few more blows. The Raging Dragon's Saber Technique was a saber technique that Ma Yundong had obtained from Wang Yun. Its might was extraordinary. At this moment, he had actually displayed it to perfection. Fighting with Qi Xing for dozens of moves without losing!

Suddenly, Qi Xing leapt up into the air, and like an eagle soaring in the sky, he flew on top of the clouds, evading Ma Yundong's barrage of attacks. Ma Yundong laughed out loud. His arrogant attitude infected all of the bandits present. One by one, they began to show off, and their thoughts became more and more serious. However, when he soared into the air, Qi Xing's expression changed. In the end, he was still inexperienced. He didn't have any movement techniques, but he was actually able to jump into the air. Didn't that mean that he would become the target of the other party?

Seeing that Qi Xing was actually flying up into the sky, his face lit up in delight. He took a step forward and raised his blade with both hands. In the blink of an eye, an invisible saber shadow appeared on the surface of the blade. "Cut!" He struck out with his most powerful technique. Boom! The moment the large saber was unleashed, the entire hall trembled. Zhou Wen was even more astonished. He never thought that the Black Cloud Stronghold's chief was actually so strong. With this kind of strength, even Zhou Wen, who had greatly increased his strength, was still a bit lacking.

Being in the air, the star traveller was unable to borrow any strength. His mind spun rapidly as he thought of a plan to deal with it. However, dozens of methods were overthrown, all of them instantly rejected by the star traveller. He couldn't borrow any strength. Everything was in vain. There was no time for Qi Xing to even think. The sword was already right in front of him! A domineering aura descended, pfft! Qi Xing, who was in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood. Peng! Qi Xing fell to the ground from the sky. However, at this moment, Qi Xing didn't dare to stay. He could only watch as several sharp swords hacked down. With the sword in his right hand, he drew his sword. Ding! Ding! Ding! After repelling all the swords, he rolled on the ground and stood up.

As he drew his sword, he unhesitatingly drew his sword. Streaks of sword shadows shot straight into the crowd of bandits, covering the entire hall in blood! Qi Xing already could not remember how many Mountain Bandits had died under his command. One after the other, all of them were incomparably vicious. He didn't seek to kill the enemy, he just wanted to injure them. Although he was strong enough, he had yet to reach the stage where he could ignore lower level martial artists. It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. There were already many wounds on Qi Xing's body. Suddenly, Bai Lingjian, who was fighting with Qi Xing, stopped moving. He kept exploding for a long time, causing the muscles in his right hand to become tired. In the blink of an eye, the sword struck out in all three directions. Thump! He stomped on the ground with one foot and shot out like an arrow leaving the bowstring. When the bandit saw this, he swiftly circled around and sealed off Qi Xing's escape route. The Flowing Cloud Sword Art was now of great use. With a twist of his wrist, the sword flowers danced in the air. The Flowing Cloud Sword Art was powerful, and it was not afraid of group attacks.

As Ma Yundong watched his subordinates die one by one, he felt no heartache at all. Standing at the side, he had an inexplicable smile on his face. Seeing that Qi Xing was already starting to exert himself, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more pronounced. No matter how strong you were, you would still be drowned by the bandits. Ma Yundong leapt up and headed straight for Qi Xing.

When he looked at Zhou Wen again, he was covered in blood, both from the bandits and his own. At this time, Zhou Wen had already displayed his defeat. On the ground were the corpses of several dozen bandits. Killing these red-eyed bandits caused Zhou Wen's face to turn extremely ugly. Every single one of them became extremely troublesome. If it weren't for Zhou Wen's strong willpower, he would have really laid down and rested for a while. However, he couldn't allow such a situation to occur. He could only silently pray that Qi Xing would be able to quickly kill Ma Yundong.

"Not fleeing is your fault." Qi Xing saw Ma Yundong charging towards him like a great roc, so he coldly shouted. Suddenly, Qi Xing's aura increased greatly and rumbling sounds could be heard! The aura that exploded out shook the air, causing thunderous tremors in the surroundings. The sword in his hand suddenly vanished into thin air, and with a bang, all the bandits around Qi Xing fell to the ground dead. At this time, Ma Yundong was still in the air. Seeing Qi Xing's sudden burst of sword speed, he knew that Qi Xing had purposely revealed his defeat in order to lure him in.

However, he didn't have the time to think about it. With the saber in his hand, a domineering aura was felt. "Instantaneously, he let out a shocking shout." "Berserk Dragon Blade Art, Berserk Dragon Roar!" "Ma Yundong's body in the air is like a peerless treasured blade. With domineering momentum, he tore apart the heaven and earth." "Kill!" Roar, a roar from a divine dragon that shook the heavens and earth.

Drawing his sword, he took half a step forward and wielded the White Spirit Sword in his hand. Qi Xing, who was quietly standing, suddenly gathered his power and threw it into the White Spirit Sword. At the same time, Xuan Yin energy entered the sword. In an instant, Bai Ling Jian trembled. The sharpness seemed to pierce through the horizon, wanting to pierce through everything in the world. The moment the aura completely entered the White Spirit Sword, it almost slipped out of his hand. Spikes! Within the red light, a tiny white light that was circulating flashed and disappeared.

Boom boom boom!" The entire hall started to crumble as the ground started to crack. A slash from a blade several feet deep split the hall into two. Silence, a deathly silence. At this moment, regardless of whether it was the bandits or Zhou Wen, they both stopped what they were doing. Stunned, he stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"You, you killed Zhang Wu?" Ma Yundong asked as he stared blankly at the wound on his chest. There, a silver-white sword pierced through his chest!

Qi Xing thought for a moment and understood who Ma Yundong was talking about. He replied plainly, "Yes." With a flick of his right hand, the White Spirit Sword was pulled out from Ma Yundong's chest. The sword was stained with Ma Yundong's blood. Drops after droplets landed on the ground, incomparably enchanting.

"You, are, are a true genius! It all depended on whether or not you could live until the day you grew up. Ahem, hahahaha, just wait for death! " With a hearty laugh, Ma Yundong fell to the ground and died with everlasting regret!

"Damn." Monsters, monsters among monsters. "What a monster." This was the only thought that came to Zhou Wen's mind. He had actually learned the sword technique he had acquired yesterday!

"Boom!" The bandits were shocked and didn't know what to do. Flee! " It was unknown who was the one who was so scared that it was as if their courage had shattered as he shouted for his life. In an instant, the bandits were scattered like birds frightened by a bow, fleeing in all directions. As for that strategist, he was scared out of his wits and was about to run away, but how could he escape from a group of martial artists? Under the pressure of the crowd, one of his legs was broken. He fell to the ground, wailing incessantly. He was sweating profusely in a hurry.

Puff, where the sword came from, the corpse belonged to the branch family! The pillars of blood were as beautiful as fountains. They were indescribably beautiful. Zheng, blood splattered in all directions. The White Spirit Sword instantly turned into a flash of silver light and no longer had any trace of blood on it. "Enough, don't kill anymore." Qi Xing said to Zhou Wen, who was about to kill the bandit. He looked around and found that almost two hundred bandits had died in the hall. The moment he laid his eyes on them, it was as if he was approaching a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It was extremely bloody. Anger, despair, helplessness, unwillingness, sadness ? they would not disappear for a long time!

Ugh! Zhou Wen stopped and his face instantly turned pale. His stomach churned and he vomited on the spot.

"Get up. If you continue acting dead, I will chop off your head." Qi Xing stared at the bloodstained middle-aged man on the ground and said coldly. "I can't." As he said that, he slowly unsheathed the sword. The sound of metal scraping against metal was extremely ear-piercing.

"No, no. Please spare my life! " The middle-aged man crawled up from the ground, begging for mercy.

"It's not impossible for me to not kill you. It just depends on whether you have the right to do so!"