Wine Sword Immortal: Hangover on a rainy night, a sword shakes the world

The moment Dugu Qingqing drew his sword, everyone suddenly felt the real state of the opponent, and couldn't help but gasped.

"Interesting!" Su Bei chuckled, and after feeding Situ Xue the pill that Lu Wu handed over in his hand, Su Bei walked towards Dugu Qingqing.

Su Bei just turned around and walked towards him, Dugu Qingqing felt an unprecedented pressure.

So strong!

At this moment, Su Bei suddenly accelerated, and the Burial Sky Sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and rushed directly towards Dugu Qingqing.

Combining the Fentian Sword Intent and the powerful sword glow of the Sword Drawing and Slashing Heaven Technique, a powerful attack burst out in an instant.

"Oh!"

The sword skill released by Dugu Qingqing was instantly disintegrated by Su Bei's sword drawing technique and burning sky sword intent.

And Dugu Qingqing was also hit by this powerful sword energy, and a bloodstain instantly appeared on her slender body.

"Take it away!" Su Bei said coldly, and said to the stunned Xuanjianmen people beside him.

"Yes!" Many disciples of Xuanjianmen finally recovered from their shock.

How terrifying would it be for this master of the Mystic Sword Sect to kill a powerhouse at the peak of a fifth-rank king easily?
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but move a little faster, wanting to leave a good impression on Su Bei's heart.

"Miss Dugu, don't be afraid, we are here to help you."

At this moment, an incomparably rough voice sounded.

At the same time, two sword lights descended, and those who rushed up from the Xuanjian sect were instantly wiped out.

The voice and the two sword glows appeared almost at the same time. Before the person arrived, the voice and the sword glow had already descended.

The people present at the Xuanjian Sect, including Su Bei, did not feel the aura of the visitor at all, and those disciples of the Xuanjian Sect had already been ruthlessly wiped out.

Looking at the corpses of at least a dozen Xuanjianmen disciples not far away, Su Bei couldn't help but gasped.

Among these more than ten people, there are still several fifth-rank kings.

If he wanted to kill so many kings in an instant, and he couldn't even feel the breath of the other party, then one could imagine how powerful the comer's realm must be.

Thinking of this, Su Bei's eyes couldn't help showing a hint of solemnity.

Venerable Realm!

The strong man of this realm finally appeared.

Su Bei turned his head to look at a place in the sky, and after a while, he saw the space that Su Bei was looking at in midair.

Suddenly began to tremble violently, like water waves.

At the same time, hundreds of strong men walked out of the violently trembling space.

Their hair was tied into a small braid, and they were wearing robes similar to those worn by the ancient people in Daxia.

Their faces looked no different from those of ordinary Bactrians, except that their feet were wearing wooden clogs, and when they walked in mid-air, there was a "da da" sound.

Of course, the most peculiar thing is the beard on the lips of these people.

Sang Qi people!
And in front of many Sang Qi people, there are three people who can't feel the breath at all.

The space in front of them seemed to be trembling.

Venerable Realm, and there are still three!

Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone present at Xuanjianmen changed drastically.

With the appearance of these three Venerable Realm powerhouses, the cameras placed next to Su Bei and the others in Mount Taihua instantly failed.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

"This Sang Qi is so despicable that he actually sent three strong men of the Venerable Realm!"

"Big Xia is probably going to lose this time."

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This time the International Martial Arts Tournament, because it was broadcast in real time around the world, and it was daytime in the summer time, many people saw this scene.

Compared with the anger and worry of the Daxia people, many Sangqi people showed a sense of confidence.

Of course, there are still quite a few foreigners. At this time, there is a thought in their hearts that the snipe and the clam are fighting for the fisherman's profit.

They also sent many strong men with the realm of venerables, whose strength was not weaker than the three venerables sent by Sang Qi.

Among the participants in the Taihua Mountain International Martial Arts Tournament this time, only Daxia did not send a sixth-rank Venerable Realm to fight.

It's not that Daxia doesn't have the powerhouses of the sixth-rank venerable realm, but that most of these powerhouses are sent to various places to resist the impact of fierce beasts.

Soon, the person in charge of organizing this international martial arts competition on Daxia's side had already started to act.

The live broadcast screen lit up again, and everyone looked at Su Bei and the many figures behind him in Taihua Mountain and prayed silently.

Although there are still a lot of strong Xia people in the field, the number of those people is too small, and the level is not high, so there is hardly much help for this kind of battle.

"Girl Dugu, how is your father recently?" In mid-air, one of the three strong men suddenly turned to look at Dugu Qingqing, asking with a flattering smile on his aged face.

Dugu Qingqing nodded, looked at Su Bei not far away, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Don't hurt him."

The strong man in mid-air did not speak, but looked at the sword in Su Bei's hand with indifferent eyes.

Su Bei also naturally noticed the other party's eyes, and looked at the Burial Sky Sword in his hand.

"Boy, what's your relationship with Situ Nan?" In mid-air, the sixth-rank Venerable Realm expert from Sang Qi Kingdom asked in extremely awkward Daxia language.

Not only him, but even the other two Venerable Realm powerhouses beside him looked at Su Bei with scrutiny.

Just looking at him has already put tremendous pressure on Su Bei.

The strength of a sixth-rank venerable is not comparable to that of a fifth-rank king.

Even though Su Bei's talent is outstanding, he is the pinnacle of a fifth-rank king.

"You know my father?" At this moment, Situ Xue who was at the side suddenly asked excitedly.

"Hehe." The man chuckled, and then said, "I, Songmu, naturally know, not only me, they also know."

Pine pointed, and the swordsman in black and the man with a long scar on his face said.

Su Bei noticed the man with long sword marks on his face.

After reaching this level of cultivation, he is already a sixth-rank venerable, and it won't take long for ordinary injuries to recover.

But the deep bone scar on the scarred man's face has not healed for a long time, and the bones inside can even be vaguely seen, which is hideous and terrifying.

"Situ Nan should have died by your hands, right?"

At this time, Su Beiyu said surprisingly.

From the scar on the opponent's face, he felt the same power breath as the Burying Heaven Sword in his hand.

"what?"

Everyone present was in an uproar!
The live broadcast this time, because it has been specially processed.