Just three idiots!

Zhao Qingcheng kept hinting in her heart, but she couldn't help clenching her teeth.

"shut up!"

With a loud shout, he drew his sword, and a flash of light streaked across the sky. At that moment, the wind within a thousand meters radius became extremely sharp, streaking across the tall buildings, leaving behind terrifying traces.

This is the sword art that once represented the pinnacle of an era in the history of human cultivation.

From the perspective of mystery and magic alone, it is much stronger than the Sword of the King of Samsara!

Because this is not just Zhao Qingcheng's sword, but one of the strongest sword techniques passed down from the era of declining Taoism.

"Fuck! You can't win an argument so you resort to violence. Do you have any manners?"

Tiezhu cursed angrily, and the "sun" and "moon" in his eyes shone brightly. The two forces of heat and femininity blessed his whole body together. The scales glowed with divine light, and ancient symbols were attached to them.

"Bang"

The terrifying power of the sword when it struck was so great that even the evil spirits in the tallest building (a twenty-six-story building) in the area drew their heads back, not daring to look any further.

When the majestic sword force in the sky subsided a little, a cursing figure flew out in a mess.

Fortunately, Tiezhu absorbed the remaining fragments of the divine spirit as soon as he entered the restricted area, and once again stepped into the eighth step realm.

Otherwise, it would have died from this sword.

He looked very miserable at this moment. There was a wound on his back that was deep enough to see the bone and was more than 60 meters long. Blood was dripping down like rain.

It was grimacing in pain, but it actually started laughing.

"Haha, Zhao Qingcheng, I've remembered this sword strike. When I get home to find my dad, if I don't smash all 206 bones in your body, my dad won't be named Jiang!"

"Can you leave today?" Zhao Qingcheng said coldly.

"You might not have been able to leave before, but now, you've already unleashed the strongest sword attack you've accumulated while chasing me, and you're even capable of blocking a..." Tie Zhu's tone was deep, revealing a hint of ruthlessness in his bones: "Half Dragon?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng was stunned at first, and then her face changed drastically.

"What, you want to..."

He saw an iron pillar in front of him covered in blood. It suddenly twisted its body and bit towards one of his legs that had the shape of a dragon embryo.

But at this moment, a loud voice sounded from the sky.

"Second brother, your nephew was hacked to pieces. What should you do?"

"Brother, I will chop him up!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qingcheng and Tie Zhu saw a large mass of blood suddenly spreading in the sky ahead of them. The speed was so fast that it approached them in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that they saw clearly that the blood-colored figure belonged to a man emitting a murderous aura.

He has a burly figure, and wears a tattered armor. He naturally exudes murderous intent, which makes people feel cold, awed, and terrified from the bottom of their hearts!

The man and the dragon made their judgment immediately.

This is an evil star that has killed countless lives.

At the same time, he is a terrifying Eight-Step King in the Forbidden Zone, and the strongest one among them.

Even Zhao Qingcheng did not dare to face this terrifying opponent head-on. As a Nine-Step King outside the restricted area, he could barely kill some of the weakest Eight-Step Kings in the restricted area in this bloody city.

Facing such an opponent, there is no chance of winning!

"It seems that I don't need to do anything. Someone will send you to the west..." Zhao Qingcheng said as he stepped back.

However, the next moment, the Blood Demon General held a huge sword condensed with black light and slashed straight at him.

"You're the only one who fucking touched my nephew?"