I'm picking up attributes in the wasteland

Chapter 32 My enemy, only death!

Ordinarily, Fan Gang was crazy enough to oppress Leng Qiu with his strength.

But Leng Qiu is even crazier than him, and feels that there are not enough inner disciples, so he has to continue to deal with the feats of outer disciples.

In an instant, the scene became silent again.

Leng Qiu's madness, unscrupulous, unfathomable, deeply shocked everyone.

They don't know how to describe it!

As if because of being overwhelmed, no disciple spoke up, Leng Qiu couldn't help showing a look of sarcasm, and shouted coldly:
"You just said that I won the victory, what do you want to say?"

Leng Qiu pointed at the two female disciples standing not far from the Ninth Princess, and then pointed at the inner disciple who hated him, and asked in a cold voice:
"Didn't you say you wanted to settle accounts with me? Why didn't you come up? Aren't you Qu Youlan's suitors? Get out!"

At this moment, Leng Qiu is extremely domineering, scolding Fang Qiu, pointing the country, and is invincible.

Point at all the enemies and force them to come up.

"Senior brother Leng, we were wrong, we shouldn't be telling stories, we shouldn't be talking nonsense, please let us go! We will be rewarded in the future!"

The faces of the two female disciples fell. After a little hesitation, they both knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.

Killing 23 people in a row, if they are small shrimps, if they don't kneel down to apologize and admit their mistakes, they will definitely die if they don't come out today!

"We... senior brother, we know we were wrong, and we will never dare again in the future!"

The dozen or so inner disciples in their early years all fell to their knees in the dust.

His voice trembled, and he apologized again and again.

With waxy lips, he wanted to make an excuse, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to admit his mistake.

Some people were not afraid of him, raised their weapons and rushed to the ring.

As disciples of the same inner sect, how can they be afraid if they are under siege?

In an instant, there were six more people around Leng Qiu, becoming eleven inner disciples.

However, to everyone's surprise, he was still dissatisfied and suddenly yelled:
"Where are Nie Renfeng and Wang Sheng? Get out of here and die!"

In a word, once again let people feel his strength and domineering, fearless.

Finally, many true disciples, core disciples, all focused their attention on him.You know, Fan Gang is going to participate in the assessment of masters of true disciples, and he is still not afraid.

Wang Sheng is also a disciple who will participate in the assessment, and he is very strong.

He wanted to kill them all together.

When Nie Feng heard the words, he jumped onto the ring, unfolded his gilded sword, and said with an angry face, "Boy, I'll kill you!"

In fact, there was a dull pain in the buttocks, and the anger in my heart couldn't be dispelled.

"The revenge of killing my brother is irreconcilable! When you win, I shall take your dog's life!"

Wang Sheng prided himself on his identity, stood below, and did not come up.

But the voice was full of anger, and there was boundless murderous intent in his eyes.

Leng Qiu glanced at the people around him, his face suddenly became extremely cold, and he shouted:
"To be my enemy, there is only one end, death!"

With a roar, he moved suddenly.

"Clang!"

The Frost Sword in his hand was out of its sheath, like a flash of lightning, flickering in the void, shocking people's hearts.

"It's another sneak attack, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Kill!"

Someone heard the sound of drawing a sword, roared suddenly, and rushed forward.

With the huge crescent shovel in his hand, he smashed it hard at Leng Qiu.

"kill!"

Almost instantly, eleven people roared together, raised their weapons and rushed towards Leng Qiu.

Only the Seventh Prince stood aside and watched coldly.

In other words, looking for an opportunity, one hit kills!

Everyone's eyes fell on the 40-meter-square arena, staring at Leng Qiu among the crowd.

Just now, the 23 outer disciples didn't even have a chance to make a move.

Now, with eleven inner disciples attacking together, their strength has increased by more than a hundred times. Let's see how he does.

In an instant, more than 300 misty willows appeared in the middle of the ring, floating around as if bathed in a breeze.

With a huge strength of [-] jin, Leng Qiu used the Qingfeng Fuliu Sword that the disciples of the outer sect could use.

But everyone who saw it was shocked.

Beyond Jiuzhong, 360 swords!

It has reached the limit of the Frost Sword, no matter how much it is, it will not be able to adapt, and it will be broken into pieces.

terrible!
Great!

abnormal!
exaggerate!

Everyone was shocked by him!

No one would waste time cultivating a basic sword technique to such an extent.

In the misty rain, endless willow leaves are flying, and the Frost Sword and many weapons collide fiercely.

"Dangdangdang..."

In an instant, fragments of various weapons flew around.

The Seventh Prince standing on the ring, squinting his eyes slightly, kept swinging the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand to scatter flying weapon fragments, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Puff, puff..."

Before he could move, a series of piercing sounds sounded.

The movements of the eleven people all stopped, and they stopped in the smoky willow leaves. The blood on their bodies fell to the ground in sad and beautiful traces.

They still maintained their attacking stance, but they couldn't move anymore.

His eyes gradually became dizzy, and his body trembled.

The willow leaves dissipated, and Leng Qiu appeared outside the crowd, almost sticking in front of Fan Gang, staring at him.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

There was a series of sounds of weapons falling to the ground.

"Uh! Ow! It hurts!..."

The moment the weapon fell, the screams of the eleven people finally pierced people's eardrums, and it sounded like goose bumps all over their bodies.

"Puff! Puff..."

Their strong bodies, strong wills, and true qi have become the source of delaying death and enduring boundless fear and pain.

In the end, all of them fell into a pool of blood on the ring, their muscles twitching uncontrollably, and they gradually died out.

How many people, who obviously have no hatred, meet each other in life and death.

Leng Qiu didn't have any compassion, only one sentence, deserve it!

If his strength is weak, the result is that he lies on the ground, waiting to die in pain!

quiet!
There was silence around the entire arena.

Even the whole square became silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Leng Qiu.

Never seen anyone so baptized.

Others are fighting alone, he wants to challenge a group of people, and finally win the battle.

Crazy, crazy, crazy!

Or it can be said that powerful, ignore them all!
Princess Jiu licked her lips, trembling all over, and murmured:
"Is this the cultivation of a true disciple?"

When we met last time, he was only assessing the outer disciples. After five days, no one could stop him?
I have offended an amazing person!

The two female disciples were shaking all over.

"With such strength, Senior Sister Qu Youlan has surpassed her!"

There is only this thought in my heart!

The many inner disciples who questioned him just now retreated a few steps in unison, looking for a way to leave with flustered eyes.

They knew very well that this time they hit the giant peak and their heads were broken.

The five elders on the viewing platform nodded slightly, the more exaggerated they were, the more they liked it.

In the silence, the Seventh Prince Fan Gang asked coldly:
"You can kill them with one sword, why make them suffer endless pain?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked at Leng Qiu, who was five meters away, full of evil spirits.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help shivering.

Waiting for death in pain?

What is Leng Qiu going to do?
Why is it so cruel?

(End of this chapter)