Sword God

"Hime nephew, how could you have a black kill order?" Liu Chengyi also asked with a horrified face.

"I was intercepted by three black men on my way back, and last night, another black man came to assassinate me." Chen Zong said, not Xu Buji, as if saying something unrelated to himself, Chen Qingyao on one side But his face changed greatly, and he subconsciously tightened the sleeve of Chen Zong.

"Heishalou is a killing force. Someone pays to do it. Who is going to deal with the nephew?" Liu Chengyi's eyes were cold, his friend Chen Zhenghong died, he was helpless, and now some people still want to kill the friend's son. Is it the Mo family? Or is it Iron Mountain Sword?"

Thinking about it, it seems that there are only these two parties, and weed out the roots. After all, Chen Qingzong's talent potential is still good.

"Who is going to deal with me, I would like to ask Deacon Zhao Zhongxing, maybe I will know." Chen Zong suddenly turned his words to Zhao Zhongxing not far away, which was completely unexpected.

"I..." was caught off guard, but Zhao Zhongxing deserved to be a scheming person, and immediately reacted, angry: "Young Master, if you know who did this, even if I say it, Zhao Zhongxing will not let him go first. ."

In a word, a pair of loyal and faithful.

"Does Deacon Zhao intend to kill himself?" Chen Zong's rhetorical question made Zhao Zhongxing's pupils shrink like needles, and also changed the looks of other people around him. The meaning of this sentence...

"Uncle Liu, help me protect my sister." Chen Zong's voice rang in Liu Chengyi's ears, but his body rushed out like a cheetah, and he quickly crossed dozens of meters to approach Zhao Zhongxing in the blink of an eye, Bai Hongjian unsheathed, Bai Wuzhen Angrily, it seemed that Feihong flew across the sky.

"Feihong skimming the sky!" Feng Pingsheng is also a master of swordsmanship. He also knows Chen Zhenghong's swordsmanship of Feihong quite well.

Feihong Swordsmanship is an advanced swordsmanship martial art. It is difficult to cultivate without the sevenfold foundation of the foundation, and it is more difficult to exert its power. However, it is not a beginner's practice to see Chen Zong's sword.

A sword brought cold light to the death, Zhao Zhongxing's complexion changed suddenly, and he never thought Chen Zong would be so decisive.

"Since you are looking for your own way of death, you can't blame me." Zhao Zhongxing's eyes flashed a murderous intention deep, thinking secretly, but did not show it, but exclaimed: "Young Master, what do you mean, don't you?" Do you think it's me who asked the Black Kill House to assassinate you?"

While exclaiming, Zhao Zhongxing stepped back. Although he was burly and strong, his speed was not slow.

Zhao Zhongxing retreated, Chen Zongjin, a sword swept across the sky, and there were faint bird chirps ringing all around.

"It's fast!" The other deacons around the Seventh Jianlou were shocked. They originally didn't pay much attention to Chen Zong, but now they know that they are geniuses and disciples of Zongmen.

"Deacon Zhao, if you dare to do it, you must dare to act. You just want to be in charge of the Seventh Jianlou." Chen Zong rushed away with a sword, and his voice was cold and sharp like a sword.

"Young landlord, you are wronging me. Who doesn't know when the landlord is alive, I wholeheartedly assisted the landlord, never had a second heart." Zhao Zhongxing continued to retreat while screaming for himself: "Young landlord, please quickly close, If not, I can only offend."

"Just try it." Chen Zong was unimpressed.

"Since that, young landlord, my old Zhao would be welcome." Zhao Zhongxing secretly rejoiced, but pretended to be grieved and angry.

At this time, Zhao Zhongxing and Chen Zong were thousands of miles away from the six landlords.

The seven landlords in Qijian Tower all use sword masters, but other people don’t necessarily use swords. Like Zhao Zhongxing, all he learns is above his palms. Thick palms explode the air like a disc. To Chen Zong.

"This..." Liu Chengyi will draw a sword.

"Wait." Feng Pingsheng stopped it and stared at Chen Zong closely.

Chen Qingyao's hands were twisted subconsciously, his face worried.

Powerful souls, super perceptions, and spiritual knowledge that can only be mastered by other realms are not possessed by the other party. In addition, the accumulation and accumulation of the last world has an unparalleled advantage. At a glance, Chen Zong could see the flaws in the opponent's palm, and there were dozens of them.

Following the flaw, a sword was killed, and the disc-like palm suddenly broke apart.

This scene made several masters of Jianlou stunned. Zhao Zhongxing was even more shocked.

In the eighth layer of self-improvement of the foundation, the other party is only in the sixth layer of foundation. Even if it is a disciple of Zongmen, it cannot be its opponent.

"The lesser landlord is good at it. Since that's the case, I can only give a little more skill to Old Zhao." Zhao Zhongxing secretly shocked but laughed, sounding like he was learning from Chen Zong.

When the words fell, Zhao Zhongxing's palms turned red, as if there were blazing fire, and the fierce breath suddenly burst away. This palm used 30% of Zhao Zhongxing's strength.

In the scream, Zhao Zhongxing shot with a palm, approaching Chen Zong. At the moment of bombardment to Chen Zong, the fiery red breath condensed on his arm and turned into a red python, the head of the snake was the palm of the hand, and the palm of the hand was the mouth of the snake, fiery The red light spit out like a snake core.

The eighth foundation of the foundation: true qi condensation!

"Stop it!" Liu Chengyi's complexion changed suddenly, his figure rushed out.

Feng Pingsheng also drew his sword in an instant.

Zhao Zhongxing's previous suppression of strength, clinker approached Chen Zong in the palm of his hand, but urged ten success forces to exert his full power, and urged Dacheng Chilian to the extreme, even if a lot of refined steel will be hit in the moment Broken, not to mention the human body, it is clear that Chen Zong will die.

It's just that the distance of several thousand meters can't be crossed in an instant, and the distant water can't save the near fire.

"Kill him." Zhao Qixing's eyes couldn't stop the excitement, his hands clenched unconsciously.

As long as Chen Qingzong is killed, the seat of the seventh Jianlou will belong to Dad, and all that Chen Zhenghong left behind will be his own, and Chen Qingyao will also become his own woman.

When he wanted to press Chen Qingyao's delicate body under him, Zhao Qixing couldn't help being hot.

Seeing that Chen Zong was about to be killed by Chi Lian's palm, which was urged by Zhao Zhongxing, he saw Chen Zong's body leaping, and suddenly, everyone seemed to see an ape monkey jumping with dexterous physique. In the woods, it suddenly changed, and the cheetah turned into a swift running in the wilderness. The sudden change made people slightly stunned.

Zhao Zhongxing only felt that there was no one under his palm. He quickly waved his palm and slammed it, but failed again.

"Feihong is missing..."

There seemed to be a erratic voice coming from the sky and passing into the ears with an endless rhyme.

A touch of white light sharply cut the sky, but it was erratic, and the track was hard to find.

Zhao Zhongxing was frightened, quickly waved his hands to resist, and his footsteps slipped back, but he could not avoid it.

With a snorting sound, white light passed by Zhao Zhongxing's neck and dissipated, as if never appearing. Chen Zong's figure also appeared a few meters behind Zhao Zhongxing. Bai Hongjian pointed at the ground diagonally, and the cold light was like water.

Zhao Zhongxing stood still, his figure remained in a waving position, and his eyes were slowly moving, his bright eyes slowly faded, and a thin trace appeared on his neck, scarlet, shocking.

"This..." The lords of the Jianlou who came after him one after another, their pupils contracted.

"No... Impossible..." Zhao Zhongxing dropped his palm, brushed his neck with one hand, and only felt a little wet. He raised his palm and put it in front of his dim eyes, a scarlet, very dazzling.

The footsteps staggered backwards two steps, and then fell down, sounded like drums, dusty.

"Daddy..." At this point, Zhao Qixing's beautiful dream was broken, and he instantly woke up and rushed over with a loud sorrow, but Zhao Zhongxing had no breath and died.

"You murderer, even killed my father." Zhao Qixing's scarlet eyes glared at Chen Zong, hating the bones: "I fight with you."

Despite this, Zhao Qixing did not move, because a cold, watery sword came in front of him.

"Nice nephew, why are you?" Feng Pingsheng's face was ugly.

Others are equally ugly. After all, Zhao Zhongxing is from the Seven Swords Towers, not an ordinary member, but a deacon.

There are seven landlords and seven deacons in Qijianlou, and it is not trivial to die any one.

"Zhao Qixing, come together with what you know. If not, I will cut off your fingers and toes, cut off your arms and legs, and cut off your mouth, nose and ears. Adult sticks are put into the urn, and survival is impossible, not death." Chen Zong did not answer Feng Pingsheng's words, but said to Zhao Qixing instead.

The tone is indifferent, and under the influence of a powerful soul, he presses the opponent's mind.

Speak harsh words in a bland tone, imperceptibly mixed with the influence of strong soul fluctuations, and force the other person's mind. This method can only be resisted by a soul with strong enough will, obviously Zhao Qixing does not.

Not to mention Zhao Qixing, even other people around, such as Feng Pingsheng and other masters, can't help but scalp numbness and coldness, as if it really will be like this.

Zhao Qixing scared urine directly, and the smell of urine made people frown.

"Don't... I don't want to be an adult stick..." Zhao Qixing cried.

The first time I was still full of hatred, I wanted to find Chen Zong desperately. After that, my tears and nose and nose flowed. His mind and mind were defeated under Chen Zong's words and swords.

"Say!" The word was like thunder.

"I said... I said everything... The killer my dad wanted to get rid of you, as long as you were removed, the seat of the seventh Jianlou was in my dad's pocket, and everything Chen Zhenghong left It's all ours, and Chen Qingyao will also be my woman..." Zhao Qixing, who was terrified, spoke out of his brain. Before he finished, Bai Hongjian had pierced his throat and killed him.

The six landlords and other deacons including Feng Pingsheng were shocked one by one, especially Feng Pingsheng, who was so cold and shocking.

From Zhao Zhongxing's reaction and Zhao Qixing's words, it is certain that Zhao Zhongxing actually found the killer of Hei Sha Lou to kill Chen Qingzong. In this way, he has a great chance to control the seventh Jianlou, and then get the Bai Hongjian left by Chen Zhenghong Hefei Feihong swordsmanship and so on.

In addition to this, the decisiveness and delicacy represented by Chen Zong made Feng Pingsheng feel that his majesty was damaged, but he was not allowed to attack.

"Zhao Zhongxing's father and son wolf son have ambitions, and there are still innocent deaths, but this news is blocked and should not be passed on." Feng Pingsheng suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and anger, took a deep breath, and condensed and announced: "Chen Qingzong is gifted with outstanding strength, qualified and capable of serving as the first Lord Qiqilou, what do you think?"

"Good." Liu Chengyi nodded without hesitation.

"It's really good to kill Zhao Zhongxing, so you can avoid the assessment." The Lord of the Second Jianlou said.

With the general trend in mind, Chen Zongming held the seventh Jianlou righteously.