Emptiness is different from Xu Daoling.

    Their blood talent has its own characteristics.

    Xu Daoling''s blood is flexible. It inherits secret skills and changes thousands of times against the enemy. It can have a surprising effect.

    The blood characteristic of emptiness lies in strengthening attack and defense, inheriting secret arts, opening up and closing, simple and direct.

    "Senior brother Zhou Qing, kill this bald head!"

    The disciples of Dahe sword sect waved flags and shouted, and Zhou Qing came on. They seemed to forget the miserable end of Zhao Ji, one by one like beating chicken blood.

    The battle on the stage of life and death was extremely fierce.

    Zhou Qing''s sword Qi rolls like a long river. The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, light and cold everywhere!

    Empty cast Vajra''s body, ten feet tall, with golden light all over it, like an angry Vajra, smashing his fists at his opponent like a storm.

    At the same time, his bowl shuttled around his body to defend against Zhou Qing''s sword attack.

    The duel lasted a long time.

    They fought fiercely for half an hour, covered with wounds and blood.

    The empty Vajra''s body was badly cut by the sword Qi, and the flesh and blood flew all over the sword wounds.

    Zhou Qing didn''t take any advantage of it. He didn''t know how many times he was hit by an empty fist.

    His chest is sunken, there is a blood hole in his lower abdomen, his shoulder blades are broken, his hands are bloody, and his bones are broken.

    Now, Zhou Qing has almost lost his combat effectiveness.

    His physical body is not as empty and his ability to bear injuries is not as good as himself.

    When both sides were hit hard by each other, he couldn''t support it first.

    Big mouthfuls of blood trickled out of his mouth and his body was shaky.

    "Senior brother Zhou Qing, hurry up and kill him!"

    "Senior brother Zhou Qing, you won''t lose. How can you lose to the garbage of zongwang college!"

    ……

    The disciples of Dahe sword sect were furious and couldn''t accept this reality.

    That''s the first true story of their sect in modern times. They''re going to lose to the people of zongwang college?

    "Bastard! What else do you have?"

    Empty panting, dragging his bloody body towards Zhou Qing.

    Zhou Qing''s lips trembled and wanted to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam surged wildly, blocking all his words in his throat.

    He is not reconciled. How can he lose to the people of zongwang college!

    He is the strongest true legend of Dahe sword sect!

    Since the past, which is not zongwang college?

    Today, he was defeated by the declining clan, which had been crushed by them!

    Boom!

    Emptiness smashed Zhou Qing into the air.

    "Hahaha..." Zhou Qing struggled to get up and smiled wildly: "do you think you can win in the king''s college? Have your spring and autumn dream! Today, all three of you have to die..."

    "I''ll let you die first!"

    Emptiness rushed up and tore Zhou Qing''s arm off with a puff.

    Zhou Qing''s scream distorted the whole face.

    Then emptiness punched Zhou Qing in the chest.

    This punch directly pierced Zhou Qing''s chest into a blood hole, and his internal organs were shocked out.

    "He Jianyun, that''s all you disciples of Dahe Jianzong are!"

    Empty carrying the dying Zhou Qing, facing the high platform of the river sword sect, his eyes are full of provocation.

    He Jianyun''s face muscles trembled and his eyes were very cold.

    The two strongest true biographies of Dahe sword sect were all folded in the hands of the disciples of zongwang college!

    Poof!

    Emptiness directly screwed Zhou Qing''s head off, facing the river sword cloud, and thus unscrewed Zhou Qing''s head.

    "River sword cloud, is this the outstanding true story you boast? Give it back to you!"

    Emptiness raised Zhou Qing''s bloody head and threw it forward.

    The head crossed a long parabola in the air and fell straight in front of he Jianyun.

    "Evil!"

    The river sword cloud is almost gone!

    When he thought that there were eight strong young men on his side, a cold and cruel color came up at the corners of his mouth.

    Today, none of the three of zongwang college wants to leave alive!

    Although the opening was unfavorable and even lost two disciples, there were still eight!

    In addition, he still has such a card in his hand. Today''s ending is already doomed!

    "Are you crazy and arrogant?"

    Among the remaining eight young sword practitioners, the one on the far left stepped into the void to the stage of life and death.

    His body, the sword breath, tore the clouds in the sky, and the overbearing sword intention was released, just like thousands of troops and horses galloping.

    "You''re just a mole!"

    The sword repair was very strong, carried on one hand, high above, and looked down at the emptiness on the stage of life and death.

    He stepped on the void and walked step by step, very slowly.

    The sense of overbearing sword and the sword Qi of crack sky come in a vast way. Hundreds of meters away, it makes emptiness feel painful, like a blade cutting on the skin.

    With the sword repair approaching.

    Emptiness only felt a kind of irresistible sword intention covering the sky.

    instant.

    His breathing was heavy, his heart was like a mountain, his chest was stuffy and panting, and the movement of true Qi was suppressed!

    His heart sank. His opponent was too strong. He was definitely not a warrior in the realm of stars, and his talent growth would never be weaker than him. At least he was the peak of wizards!

    "Within one move, take your life!"

    The sword repair was so confident that he came to the sky over the life and death platform and fell slowly.

    The whole stage of life and death was shrouded in his sword intention!

    "Younger martial brother, come down."

    You got up in the air and came to the stage of life and death.

    Suddenly, the eyes of the whole audience brightened.

    "He finally came on stage."

    The powerful man whispered to himself.

    "I''m afraid that Jian Xiu is not from Dahe sword sect."

    "The true story of Xinghai sect? Dahe sword sect, a middle-level sect, can''t cultivate such a young Xinghai sect. It should be a member of Qingshan sword sect. I don''t know what the disciples of the soldier saint''s picture of the sword sect is..."

    "If you don''t play cards, it''s estimated that it''s difficult to gain the upper hand. Although the disciple of Bing Sheng has great talent, his realm is too low. At present, he is only two big realms away from his opponent in the early stage of Xingchen realm, and the other party still has quasi King level talent."

    "Well, I also have this view. We haven''t witnessed the event of the ancient city in the southern region, and the rumors may have been exaggerated. Moreover, Jun Wuye should have used some kind of card at that time, but people didn''t see it. Otherwise, he would kill the quasi King level master, which makes no sense and is like a arabian night."

    ……

    On the surrounding mountains, many powerful people are talking and expressing their views.

    On the stage of life and death, the young sword Xiu looked at you coldly and faintly. He looked at him up and down with a proud look between his eyebrows and said, "it''s said that you killed the quasi King level master? Now it seems that it''s just exaggeration. You dare to fight me on the stage in a mere star state. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

    "You''re noisy."

    Jun Wuxie was not in the mood to waste his lips with such people. His eyes were cold and he walked forward.

    No energy fluctuations, no terrible momentum.

    He is just like an ordinary person moving forward.