Chapter 2689: conflict

In the eyes of young people in black, these disciples who are dressed in Tsing Yi do not know where to drill out, and belong to the class of people who are not worthy of their eyes.

I heard Qiu Yi open the rebuttal, the black youth flashed a trace of accident, sneer, "I don't know the rules, look for death!"

To say that the black youth is a palm to face in the face of autumn easy!

There is a chilly edge in this palm. If Qiu Yi is photographed, I am afraid that it will become an ice sculpture in an instant and become a pile of flesh and blood. He is actually trying to kill Qiu Yi.

After all, Qiu Yi was first arrived, and he could not understand the situation.

Even in the Daojian Palace, no one said that it would be easy to do it, but this black man will kill when he shoots!

In a hurry, Qiu Yi’s body suddenly twisted, and he could only block the Qingfeng sword that had never been sheathed.

"boom!"

This palm shot hit, Ling Xiao's cold spread.

Autumn Eaton felt a cold in his right hand, and then half of his body did not respond, and was directly frozen.

The black youth did not stop at all. After a palm shot, the momentum changed, and when the head came to Qiu Yi, he had to kill Qiu Yi on the spot!

Luo Zheng’s eyebrows were picked up, and people like the phantoms generally shuttled, and a smack of Qiu Yi’s clothes slammed back to the back, helping Qiu Yi avoid this palm, and said: “There is something to say, Why bother to die?"

The black-haired youth looked at Luo Zheng with indifference, and laughed. "What are you? The waste of incompetence, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Under the guise of the true meaning of the Silk Road, the palm of the hand was covered with Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng’s eyes flashed a trace of arrogance. In the face of this palm print, he did not evade, and he rushed toward the black youth.

"Puff puff……"

A series of palm prints were shot on him, and a layer of ice shells condensed on his body, but Luo Zheng’s body was slightly shocked, and the ice shells were broken, which did not affect him.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zheng has rushed to the front of the black youth, and his right hand is like a lightning bolt.

The black-collar youth did not expect that Luo Zheng was so fierce, his face was slightly shocked, and the two swords on the back suddenly squirted, and one left and one right smacked toward Luo Zheng, "Sword Congee!"

His killing is to combine the eternal true meaning of the sword with the mysterious ice god. The place where the sword has passed, all the materials are frozen and hardened, and finally cut into pieces by his clean and clean.

Looking at Luo Zheng still does not mean to evade, the black youth face showed a hint of cold smile.

The action of Luo Zheng was still beyond his expectation. He opened the bow with both hands, such as the snake that attacked, and accurately caught on two long swords, and released with a huge force.

"Hey, hey!"

The swords were actually broken by Luo Zheng.

Just when the black youth did not respond, Luo Zhengyi directly covered the chest of the black youth.

"puff!"

The black youth flew out and fell heavily on the ground.

He was dizzy and shook his head, and looked up and said: "Do you know who I am? Get me, you will die?"

"I will die?" Luo Zheng touched his nose as if he heard the best joke.

The young man in black is about to talk, and Luo Zheng has a glimpse of it, and a strong wind goes straight to the black youth.

An invisible force plunged directly into his mouth, and his mouth full of teeth was suddenly smashed by invisible power, blood flowing.

"What are the qualifications for poor waste?" Luo Zheng has stood by the black youth, overlooking him.

"bass!"

"bass!"

"bass!"

More than 20 people led by the youth of black clothes have pulled out their swords.

These people came from the same family, and the turbulent sense of truth mixed with the meaning of ice and cold, and suddenly surrounded the winter.

"Hey!"

One of them was in the middle of Luo Zheng and the black-clothed youth. He listened to this person and said, "This is the young master of our royal family! If he is wounded, you will be dead. If you know the cliff, you should beg for mercy. The Wang family may be able to let you one..."

"Snapped!"

Before the man finished, Luo Zheng had already slapped a slap.

This slap seems to be careless, the actual strength is great, the speed is very fast, the other party is powerless to dodge, the whole person flew a few laps in the air before falling to the ground.

"Waste is not qualified to speak, I don't know who thinks it is not a waste, you can come and try it," Luo Zheng said with a layer of frost on his face.

The Wang family's people couldn't see how Luo Zheng took the shot. Although they pulled their swords together, there was a horror in the pupils, especially the young master of the Wang family. They had already climbed under the help of others. Staring at Luo Zheng, as if to eat Luo Zheng a bite.

But as he said, it is useless to say nothing.

Just then, a few white figures suddenly appeared on the tall sword wall.

These figures are all wearing white robes, and the long swords are carried on the back, and they are brushed straight to Luo.

The Wang family and the young master saw these white figures, just like seeing the savior, their eyes suddenly lit up and shouted with a vague voice: "Brother! I am here!"

The white robe youths are very full of momentum. Although they are not the other side, the faintly revealed swordsmanship is full of eternal meaning, and it is only one step away from entering the other side.

As soon as these people appeared, the scenes that had been awkward were suddenly silenced.

The head of a white robe youth flew down, and his face showed impatience and sighed: "Who dares to make trouble under the wall, kill it!"

Wang Shaoqi immediately said: "Brother! Just he wants to kill me..."

A white robe young man behind the white robe is Wang Shaoqi's brother Wang Ze. Wang Ze is two years older than his brother. He has already entered the sword wall by his brother.

After seeing his brother's injury, he turned his head and looked at Luo Zheng. He stared at Luo Zheng and asked, "You, want to kill my brother?"

"No," Luo Zheng said with a slight smile.

Wang Ze gave a slight glimpse and ridiculed: "Don't dare to do it? Do you think it will be fine if you deny it?"

Who knows that Luo Zheng continued: "I told the fact that if he really wants to kill him, he has already become a dead body now, not to mention that such waste is not qualified for me to kill!"

There was a hint of haze between Wang Zemei and sneer: "Interesting! Under the sword wall, there are few people who don't understand anything."

Luo Zheng did not change his face and said in a cold voice: "I also find it very interesting. There are very few such wastes coming out in succession!"

When the words were spoken, the faces of the white-robed youths were slightly sinking. The young man in the white robe standing in the end looked at the excitement and was not too big. He smiled. "Wang Ze, the people in the district dare to say that you are Waste, hahaha..."