The second half of the moment when the ghost-headed sword was picked off, he turned sideways and swept Yang Qing with an extremely sharp leg whip, with a strong wind roaring!

Yang Qing then put away his knife and blocked the heavy whip with a strong force. The force was also amazing, which shocked Yang Qing's tiger's body.

The leg whip was blocked, and the Qinggui's right hand fisted like a heavy hammer. Yang Qing suddenly tilted his head back and hit him. With a deafening sound, the Qinggui's fist was loosened.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Qing was caught off guard and hit the dantian with a heavy knee.

Qing Gui drank and spit out some blood, but immediately retreated more than ten meters in an instant, preventing Yang Qing from continuing to attack.

As the Qing Gui retreated violently, he held the ghost-headed sword that had just been picked up and inserted into the ground in his hand. Then, he bowed his body and body shot towards Yang Qing like an arrow.

His eyes were filled with anger. Unexpectedly, in just a few rounds, he suffered a loss in the hands of this mere Fengyun Realm scum. It was a shame.

Yang Qing's anger had not diminished. The blue veins on the back of the hand holding the hilt rose, like small snakes hovering around. The blue ghost rushed over and naturally came up angrily. A fierce soldier's dragon-eating blade rose high, and as it fell down, it drew a sad arc in the air.

Bang! With a loud metal collision, the ghost-headed sword in Qinggui's hand suddenly came out again, and Yang Qing slashed his weapon with another knife.

"Go to die." Yang Qing shouted angrily, and the Dragon-Devouring Blade poured ruthlessly downward from the Milky Way Waterfall outside the Nine Heavens Clouds!

At that moment, the blue ghost's pupils shrank.

Bang! But the next second, there was another loud bang. Qinggui found a delicate and small short knife, resisting Yang Qing's slash with all his strength.

But the Qinggui struggled and struggled. The short knife and wrist were shaking violently, and the small short knife seemed to break at any time.

Qinggui's tightening pupils were full of astonishment and surprise, and incredible. He couldn't believe how could a Fengyun Realm be able to be a Purple Mansion Realm? It was not just a Purple Man. If he hadn't pulled out the short sword hidden around his waist in time, he might have been slashed into a dead soul under the knife with one knife.

At this time, Yang Qing exerted force and thunder sounds roared in his body, and at the same time, the qi and blood in his body were rushing to his wrists, swearing to break through the defense of the Qing Ghost.

In this way, Yang Qing's knife slowly pressed Qing Gui down with a slight slightest, and Qing Gui's feet slowly fell to the ground.

Qinggui's face became increasingly ugly, and he was also trying to resist, but the big knife in Yang Qing's hand was like a slump of a mountain, and could not be shaken at all.

Crack! Suddenly, several cracks appeared in the short sword made of the steel in Qinggui's hand, and the cracks were quickly dense. At that moment, Qinggui's pupils shrank again, and his hands suddenly hit the Dragon-Devouring Blade, decisively abandoned the short sword, and retreated suddenly.

Unfortunately, the knife fell in Yang Qing's hand was so fast that when it was cut off, it cut the shirt on Qinggui's chest into a blur. If someone saw that scene, in a flash, he would think that Qinggui had been dismantled by Yang Qing.

The blessing in disgrace suddenly wrapped around his chest, with only a scratch on it that was neither deep nor shallow.
Chapter completed!