I'm picking up attributes in the wasteland

Chapter 23 Your swordsmanship is wrong, I will teach you
In Zhang Hongfeng's dictionary, there is only bullying others. Have you ever been bullied?
It's no wonder that revenge must be avenged, even involving countless people!
Just like the Leng Qiu in front of him, if he has no direct enmity with him, he will still kill him!
"on!"

Under his order, the five inner disciples around him drew their swords and went up.

In their eyes, Leng Qiu was just a tool to curry favor with Zhang Hongfeng, not a living being, and he showed no mercy.

Cold, ruthless, only for his own strength, never caring about others.

"You guys, damn it!"

Leng Qiu drew his sword, his voice was cold, and his heart was burning with anger!

"Kill! If you dare to provoke Senior Brother Zhang, you will die!"

"It's just garbage!"

"Decisively, we have to go back to drink!"

The five inner disciples had excited red faces on their faces, and they didn't care about Leng Qiu.

The five swords turned into a hundred sword lights, covering Leng Qiu's whole body.

Seeing the offensive of the five people, everyone present had only one thought:
"Leng Qiu, I'm doomed!"

Leng Qiu's face was expressionless, his true energy flowed, pouring into the Frost Sword, with the Wind Shadow Step under his feet, and the willow sword supported by the breeze in his hand.

Step by step, steady like the moment of practice.

Whether it is muscles or true qi, muscle memory has been formed.

"The breeze helps the willows!"

With a loud shout, one hundred and eight sword lights suddenly appeared in the void, like willow leaves, blowing up with the wind, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The cold air filled the air, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

The space is hazy, and Leng Qiu's body cannot be seen clearly.

In the mist, countless rocks rolled across, branches flew together, and vegetation was cut off.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

In just an instant, one hundred and eight willow leaves, containing misty cold air, collided with the five sword lights in an instant.

The sound of crisp metal clashing spread throughout the mountain pass.

Countless long sword fragments, like hidden weapons, rolled in all directions.

In the instant of fighting, the disciples who watched the battle were all stunned, unbelievable.

He was so focused that he forgot to dodge the flying stones and sword fragments.

Leng Qiu didn't care so much at all, the Frost Sword in his hand scattered all the attacks and continued to move forward.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A series of voices sounded, and the five inner disciples couldn't react in time, their bodies were pierced, and the tendons in their hands and feet were severed.

"Ah... you've ruined me!"

"Who are you, you must die!"

"you……"

The five people lying in a pool of blood, with pale faces, unable to move their hands and feet, with despair in their eyes, shouted loudly.

The tendons and veins of the hands and feet were broken, and the road to martial arts was cut off from then on!

This is the cruelest punishment for them!
Unless their master or family uses expensive black jade intermittent ointment for them to continue the broken veins, it is possible to continue.

Even so, future achievements are limited!
All the disciples watching the battle all retreated 20 meters away, with blood holes on their bodies, staring blankly at Leng Qiu who was standing quietly.

Fatty swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his head was covered with sweat, his small eyes were rounded, full of shock and disbelief.

Never thought that a strangely dressed disciple could be so powerful.

The five inner disciples, at least at the second level of the Underworld Realm, could not block Leng Qiu's blow together, which is enough to show his strength.

Trembling all over, offending someone who shouldn't be offended!
Many outer sect disciples only now know how powerful Leng Qiu is and how cruel he is, directly abolishing their martial arts path is more uncomfortable than killing them!

Everyone was silent, afraid to speak, hiding in the distance, secretly observing the situation.

Zhang Hongfeng was stunned for a moment, his triangular eyes contracted, and endless cold light instantly radiated, murderous intent pervaded his whole body!
Taking a few steps forward, slowly drew out the long sword, and said coldly:
"Boy, human-level swordsmanship has been cultivated to the seventh level by you, so I am proud! Today, I want you to see the yellow-level swordsmanship that can only be used by inner disciples!"

He remembered the Qingfeng Fuliu sword used by Leng Qiu in the last fight, it was scattered and powerless, and he stabbed back with one sword.

This time, he actually cultivated to a great success, stabbing out one hundred and eight sword lights, which is very terrifying.

The inner disciples on the ground struggled to withdraw from the battle circle, so as not to become the fish in the pond.

There was hope again on Fat Che's face, hoping that Leng Qiu would be killed.

Otherwise, he will be in big trouble!

Many outer sect disciples had curious expressions on their faces at this moment, wanting to see how far Leng Qiu could go.

At this moment, the corner of the cold mouth slightly raised, his eyes swept over all the attribute light spheres on the ground, and collected them all.

"Strength +550, Vitality +580, Agility +55, Spirit +58, True Qi +58..."

In an instant, 25 attribute light spheres disappeared in the body, and the strength increased slightly.

His gaze finally fell on Zhang Hongfeng, and he said indifferently:

"It's true that you are an inner disciple, but you may not know how to use swordsmanship! Let me teach you!"

Pointing at Zhang Hongfeng with the Frost Sword in his hand, his aura slowly bloomed, his true energy moved rapidly, and the sea of ​​darkness was surging like a wave.

The long sword trembled endlessly because of the berserk true energy, eager to kill the enemy!
"I'll kill you first, and then find that woman! No one can hurt me, no one can kill me!"

Zhang Hongfeng's wretched face was full of ferocity, and he rushed forward frantically under cold reprimands.

The figure is like lightning, 20 meters away, only five footprints are left, and Leng Qiu is three meters away.

"Lotus Sword Art!"

There was a loud roar in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was like a rain of terrifying swords tilting out, forming 72 sword lights in the void, converging into a poignant and fierce lotus flower, stabbing towards Leng Qiu.

"Your sword technique is wrong, I will teach you!"

Looking at his swordsmanship, Leng Qiu has improved by a level compared to the first time they fought, but there is still a huge gap between him and him.

While speaking, the Frost Sword stabbed out in his hand.

In an instant, larger and denser lotuses appeared in the air.

Every petal, every arc is full of softness, it seems fragile, but it can smash the mountain peak.

In an instant, the lotus flower formed by one hundred and eight sword glows collided fiercely with Zhang Hongfeng's long sword.

Many Qing Yunzong disciples in the distance saw two blooming lotus flowers, each with different characteristics, they couldn't help being dazzled and full of admiration.

The strong naturally have the ability of the strong, not everyone can succeed casually!

Just this one-handed sword technique, I don't know how long it took to practice to achieve such an achievement!

"Dangdangdang..."

There was a sound of clashing gold and iron, and the long swords of the two collided continuously in the void.

On the ground, cracks were plowed out.

The surrounding soil and rocks were taken away by the sword wind, the branches were broken, and the leaves flew around.

With the spectators who had the previous experience, everyone quickly dodged, afraid of being affected.

He just stared at the two people who were fighting.

Leng Qiu's whole body was icy cold, as if there was a layer of mist surrounding his body, it was hard to see clearly.

The only thing that can be seen is the lotus, which keeps moving forward, grows up, and blooms, completely overwhelming Zhang Hongfeng.

"Swoosh... puff puff puff puff..."

After fighting for 30 seconds, Zhang Hongfeng let go of his long sword, and was stabbed in sixteen wounds one after another, blood gushing out wildly.

Flying back more than ten meters, it fell to the ground like garbage.

(End of this chapter)