"Of course I will deal with Pang Qiyun, a beast that is worse than a pig or dog!" Qin Ziling replied, the murderous intent in his eyes became even colder and stronger.

Although the soul could not hear the conversation between the old demon Hentian and Pang Qiyun, Qin Ziling could still infer some things from their expressions and behaviors, as well as the changes in their lips.

"Is it too early for you to take action now?" Jian Bailou frowned slightly.

"The old demon Hentian and the old demon Blood Pond are now in a life-and-death battle with Qingsong, so how can we distract ourselves from observing the situation in the formation?" Qin Ziling replied.

As he said that, Qin Ziling took out another mask of the Netherworld Mass and put it on his face. Then, strands of Netherworld Death Aura emerged from his body, surrounding him.

"Teacher, don't forget, I have this trick!"

Jian Bailou saw Qin Ziling transform into a black messenger. Even if he faced him, it was difficult to tell the truth or falsehood. He couldn't help but sigh: "The way of life and death, the way of soul, is not extremely mysterious, and it is difficult for people to see through their entire lives. You have achieved such an attainment at a young age, which really makes you deeply admire your teacher!"

"Hehe!" Qin Ziling smiled proudly, then thought about it, and the black clouds wrapped around them quietly landed on a mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the blood chains as thick as arms crisscrossing across the void, and the sea of ​​blood tumbling under the blood chain, Jian Bailou held the Golden Lin Sword in his hand, and an extremely powerful and sharp aura kept rising on him.

"Break!" Jian Bailou shouted coldly.

Thorn!

The sharp golden light sword energy dozens of feet long rushed out of the Jinlin sword and fell downwards...

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Wherever the golden sword energy passed, the blood chains broke one after another.

A golden sword light lit up, and Jian Bailou and his people and swords rushed into the Blood Prison Formation.

"It's my turn!" Qin Ziling glanced at Jian Bailou and rushed into the Blood Prison Formation. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a wisp of dark death aura rolled up all over his body, floating into the soul-refining formation like a ghost.

"Dang!Dang!Dang!" In a corner of the soul refining formation, Xiao Qing held the Qinglong spear in his hand, and the man and gun were united. The gun was like a swimming dragon, wandering in the air without any determination and changing endlessly.

When each shot was swung out, a little cold light appeared, which not only enveloped Pang Qiyun, but also enveloped the two late-stage bone refining and two middle-stage bone refining martial artists who cooperated with Pang Qiyun to siege her, making each of them feel independent of facing Xiao Qing and the Qinglong spear that she swung.

The gun came out like a dragon, not only wandering, but also extremely fierce. There was even a faint sound of dragon roar sounding between the sky and the earth, and a phantom of a green dragon wandered in the air, spreading its teeth and claws.

The dragon body technique taught by Qin Ziling to Xiao Qing was simply tailor-made for her marksmanship.

In addition, except for the skull, Xiao Qing's body was refined and her body could change at will. Every shot was assassinated, and there was endless change, leaving all those who besieged her isolated and could only face and resist alone.

"Ah!" With a scream, a mid-stage bone refining martial artist was actually caught by Xiao Qing when he used his moves and stabbed him in the hand holding the knife with a shot.

A gun hole appeared in the palm of the middle-stage bone refining martial artist instantly, and blood gushed out.

"Clang!"

The big knife fell to the ground.

"Xiao Qing, you are indeed very strong, but it's useless. I have ten great martial artists here and dozens of martial artists. You can hurt one person, but how long can you last? Or surrender to this commander, who will make you the wife and never break your promise.

Think about it, my father is the governor. Once I become a master in the future, I will inherit my father's position. You must be the governor's wife. What power and glory are you? Why should you struggle so hard now?" Pang Qiyun saw that Xiao Qing could still hurt him a mid-stage martial artist in this situation, and his eyes shone with a look of madness.

At this moment, he was really moved by her!

"Looking for death!" At this moment, a cold voice full of murderous intent suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

Then Pang Qiyun saw a big sword emitting a pitch-black sword light suddenly appear in front of him in the darkness, and it continues to magnify in his pupils.

Wherever the blade passes, it is like a wind swaying the broken clouds, and the dark clouds are swept away and gone.

Before the blade reached, Pang Qiyun could already feel a cold sword intent coming through his body, as if he wanted to split his whole body in half.

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A sense of crisis that had never been seen before broke out in Pang Qiyun's heart like a mountain torrent.

Even though he faced the old demon Hentian just now, Pang Qiyun did not have such a strong sense of crisis.

"Stop him!" Pang Qiyun roared sharply, slashing the horizontal knife in his hand towards the direction where the Rising Sky Knife came, but his body retreated quickly.

"Kill!" The two early-stage bone-refining martial artists who were waiting for an opportunity to attack Xiao Qing on the periphery, saw this and flashed a look of fear in their eyes, but they still roared, jumped forward, grabbed the knife and slashed at the Sky-Breaking Sword, trying to stop Qin Ziling's must-killing sword.

"Die!" A cold word popped out from Qin Ziling's lips.

When this word popped out from Qin Ziling's mouth, the two great martial artists in the early stage of bone refining suddenly felt endless darkness coming. Countless meteors in the darkness fell on their heads with fire, as if they were the end of the world.

Fear, helplessness, despair, death and other thoughts instantly filled their brains, causing the swords in their bodies and hands to suddenly stagnate in the air.

The stagnation was very short-lived, and in a moment, the two great martial artists woke up. It was just a fantasy just now.

But it was too late. When they woke up, they saw only a flash of black light flashing in their pupils. Then they saw themselves flying into the sky, with two headless corpses below, and blood soaring into the sky from their broken necks.

Quiet! Deadly silence!

A fear that could not be described in words was like a huge magic hand holding everyone's heart.

One knife!

With just one knife, the two early bone-refining martial artists did not even have the chance to resist and their heads fell to the ground.

What a terrifying cultivation level this is!

Even their governor, the martial arts master Pang Zhiyuan would never be able to do it.

The Sky-Cracking Sword cut off the heads of two early-stage great martial artists in the bone refining stage just like cutting vegetables. The castration was not affected at all, but was killed at a faster speed towards Pang Qiwei.

"Do!" There was a loud bang.

The Sky-Cracking Knife finally slashed on the horizontal knife that Pang Qiwei blocked.

Pangqiwei's legs were deeply trapped into the earth on the spot, his tiger's mouth cracked, and blood kept flowing out.

"You are not the Netherworld envoy, who are you?" Pangqiwei roared.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!" The answer to Pangqiwei was continuous chopping.

Behind the black sword light, there is a mask with green face and fangs.

With each stab, Pang Qiwei had to retreat several meters, a bloody color surged on his face, and was deeply pressed down, and even blood slowly flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Several times, Pangqiwei wanted to change his tricks.

However, the opponent's sword force and heavy force could not allow any change at all, so he could only hold the knife mechanically to block it horizontally.

The people brought by Pang Qiwei finally came to their senses and wanted to rush up to help Pang Qiwei with help.

"You'd better stay." A cold voice sounded, and the guns filled the sky, covering more than a dozen martial artists and great martial artists, preventing them from leaving.

At the same time, a phantom of the soul rushed out of her body, and the phantom of the soul was holding a flag in her hand.

As soon as the banner shook, the rolling black fog rushed out and turned into a demon three feet tall with three halberds and forks in his hand.

It's the dark sky.

This Nether Blood Soul Refining Banner has been kept in Xiao Qing's storage ring this time. If things change and Qin Ziling has no time to rescue, Xiao Qing can take it out and control the soul possessed by her body.

As soon as the dark sky came out, its eyes glowed green, opened its mouth and sucked it, like a long whale sucking water, sucking all the ghosts that were scattered around it.

Antian's whole body became a little taller.

It’s just a pity that the world is now covered by Qin Ziling’s fog and miasma. The ghosts outside cannot enter for the time being. After the dark sky sucked the ghosts around, the three halberds in her hand had already waved, and suddenly the black aura of evil spirits was whipped over and over again, like a long black whip, whipping at the remaining martial artists.

"Bang!" The dignified quasi-grand master figure couldn't even grasp the sword under the fierce slash of the Sky-Breaking Sword and fell to the ground.

At this time, Pang Qiyun's blood vessels and muscles broke in his arms, and they were covered in blood, looking extremely terrifying and miserable.

When the sword fell to the ground, the black and cold sword light had already cut open Pang Qiyun's powerful shield and coldly pressed against his waist.

Blood slowly flowed down the blade.

"You, who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Pang Qiyun asked with a pale face, his eyes full of fear.

What answered Pang Qiyun was a dazzling sword light and the blood that erupted out.

Pang Qiyun was cut off in half.

But Pang Qiyun was not dead.

His eyes were staring at Qin Ziling, full of fear and reluctance.

Qin Ziling slowly lifted the mask and a face with a scar appeared in front of him.

"It's you!" Pang Qiyun's eyes suddenly opened wide, his face full of shock and disbelief.

"My name is Qin Ziling. This is not my true face! Xiao Qing is my wife. What are you? She is worthy of threatening and humiliating her in person! If I hadn't been worried about being exposed too much, I would have killed you with one knife in the county magistrate's house!" Qin Ziling said coldly.

"Qin Ziling! Qin Ziling who killed Wen Chuansen in the battle of Qinghe County! You are so powerful. I understand. I understand. Everyone has been deceived by you. Pu Jing..." Pang Qiyun stared at Qin Ziling, his eyes full of horror, as if he had seen a peerless demon.

At this moment, he realized that the battle between Qinghe County rose like stars, and Qin Ziling, who fell like a meteor, was the driving force behind all this today.

Compared with him, he, the number one young man in the martial arts world in Xiyunzhou, is just a jumping flea. It’s ridiculous that he dares to threaten his woman in front of him, and he is simply seeking death!

Before Pang Qiyun could say anything later, the sword light in the air shone again.

Pang Qiyun's head fell to the ground, and his eyes were round and round.

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