Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 90 Qihuang Sword Immortal

The breeze rolled up the remaining leaves on the bluestone street, bringing a bit of chill to the silent town.

The door of the teahouse and restaurant was closed tightly, and pairs of eyes peeked out from between the cracks in the door, staring at the three horses driving through the long street, as well as the men and women standing in the center of the long street blocking the way.

Zuo Lingquan, dressed in black and holding a sword, stood in the center of the long bluestone street, looking at the three cavalry coming towards him, his cold brows slightly furrowed.

Tang Jingxuan was hiding behind him, already aware that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He held Zuo Lingquan's sleeves in his hands and whispered:

"Xiao Zuo, these people are so vicious, let's go back."

Zuo Lingquan did not look back, just raised his hand:

"They are all acquaintances. Sister Tang, you go back first. I will accompany you back to the capital later."

Tang Jingxun was a little hesitant, but she was a womanly person, and this kind of situation would have no effect except bad things. After thinking about it, she said softly:

"Xiao Zuo, you have to be more careful. I have seen too many things get into trouble when you are young and energetic. Let the elders of Qihuang Valley handle these matters. Don't push yourself."

"I know."

Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips. If Zuo Lingquan refused to leave, she could not persuade him any more. She could only hold up her skirt and trot back to the Bajiao Archway, looking back as she walked.

After noticing the strange movement in Qihuang Town, I watched the disciples from Qihuang Valley under the octagonal archway and ran this way. There were also many disciples who ran back to Liulin to report the news to the masters in the valley.

Tread Tread——

Iron hooves stepped across the bluestone street, the horse slowly came to the center of the street, and the three of them turned over and dismounted.

Cheng Jiujiang looked at the young man blocking the road ahead and said in a deep voice:

"Consort Zuo, you are a member of the imperial court and should not interfere in this matter."

Zuo Lingquan raised his chin: "I don't need outsiders to teach me how to do things."

Lu Mingzhou and Lan Ying, both martial arts cultivators at the first level of Linggu and considered highly respected in the Great Dan Dynasty, frowned when they saw Zuo Lingquan being so frivolous.

When Cheng Jiujiang heard this, he didn't show any anger. He walked ten feet away from Zuo Lingquan and then raised his right hand.

call--

The yellow robe bulged, a strong wind blew up on the street, and a twisted electric snake bloomed from his gloved right hand.

next moment.

Bang!

The fist landed on the old blue bricks on the street, causing a deafening thunder.

The bluestone exploded into rubble, and the cracks spread out like waves.

The walls of medicine shops and tea shops on both sides collapsed under the force of the energy, but in the blink of an eye, a ring appeared in the center of the long bluestone street. All the bricks and stones in the ring were shattered, leaving no intact brick or tile.

Cheng Jiujiang was in the center of the circle, and the cracked lines of the bluestone stopped abruptly at the toes of Zuo Lingquan's shoes.

Such a frightening power made the Qihuang Valley disciples who had just ran over be so startled that they stepped back and screamed in surprise.

The monks who were hiding in the building and watching were also frightened and fled through the windows, no longer daring to stay around.

Lu Mingzhou, who was carrying a long sword on his back, took a few steps back, his face unable to conceal his admiration. Lan Ying, who also came out of Fuqi Mountain, was used to this, but looked at Zuo Lingquan who didn't retreat even an inch, with a little surprise in his eyes.

After the punch, the Qingshi street became quiet again.

Cheng Jiujiang stood up straight and looked at the motionless Zuo Lingquan:

"I say 'you shouldn't interfere' because you are the consort of the imperial court, and I give you three points of thinness. But if I insist on saying that you can't even get close to me, do you understand what I mean?"

At the twelfth level of Zuo Lingquan Qi Refining, even if he is extremely talented, the sword energy can only be separated from the body by at most three to five feet. From this distance, it is indeed impossible to touch the corners of Cheng Jiujiang's clothes.

However, Zuo Lingquan doesn’t agree with the phrase ‘you can’t even get close to me’. He looked up at Cheng Jiujiang and said in a calm voice:

"If I don't take action, how will Chief Cheng know?"

Seeing that he kept trying to dissuade him, Cheng Jiujiang was too lazy to talk to this junior anymore. He looked up at the octagonal archway behind him, waiting for the arrival of the chiefs of Qihuang Valley.

Lan Ying had a bad temper. Seeing this junior being so rude, she stepped forward and said coldly:

"Young man with a yellow mouth, I don't know how high the sky is, but I really thought that someone with the eighth level of Qi Refining would dare to be in such a situation..."

crack——

Before he finished speaking, a sword cry of "choi lang" rang out from Qingshi Long Street!

In a flash of cold light, it seemed that even the morning light in the east was split into two!

Cheng Jiujiang looked at the Octagonal Archway, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man in black standing in front of him. The long sword at his waist was unsheathed at some point, and an ink dragon lingered on the sword's edge.

Cheng Jiujiang's eyes were stunned, but the shock was not due to Zuo Lingquan's terrifying speed, but because Zuo Lingquan dared to draw his sword!

The three of them, Ling Gu, are standing here. No one else has arrived. Before they start talking, one of them is charging up with his sword. Is there something wrong with your fucking mind?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment, and the astonishment in Cheng Jiujiang's eyes turned into shock.

Because the sword is too fast!

It came close in the blink of an eye!

Although Cheng Jiujiang was caught off guard, his Martial Artist instinct still made him raise his hand. The light on the tiger claw fist surged, protecting the vital parts of his body and flying back at the same time.

But Cheng Jiujiang immediately discovered that the young man in black in front of him was not pointing at him, but Lan Ying, who was speaking.

I saw the long sword that turned into ink color, and showed three sword shadows the moment it was released. It was Qihuang Valley's special skill 'Yuxia Chengqi'. In an instant, it was in front of Lan Ying, and he He could only see three afterimages.

Yu Xiachengqi had practiced to a great extent, but when a hundred swords came out, the three sword shadows were obviously not many, which was the normal level of monks in Qihuang Valley. But this was the first time in Cheng Jiujiang's life that someone could use 'Yu Xiachengqi' with such exaggerated speed.

Sa——

Zuo Lingquan followed the sword, and the three sword shadows pointed directly at Lan Ying's body. Without Jiujiang's stunned effort, he had already arrived in front of Lan Ying.

The first-level cultivation of Lan Yingling Valley, no matter how powerful he is, is still a monk who follows various paths.

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing hard for fourteen years, all he wants is to be "fast". At this time, he is still at half-step Linggu's cultivation level, and it is his first time to make a full shot; if he can beat a monk from a miscellaneous sect who is not far behind, if he can still If the other party was allowed to react, his practice with the sword would be in vain.

Lan Ying was still opening her mouth to speak, but her pupils suddenly shrank, but as soon as she moved her fingers, she felt a heartbreaking pain in her chest.

Zuo Lingquan was still more than ten feet away from Lan Ying. The sword energy flowed into Lan Ying's chest and penetrated Lan Ying's chest without any hindrance.

Bang——

A ball of blood mist burst out from Lan Ying's back, and then she flew out upside down.

Cheng Jiujiang misjudged Zuo Lingquan's attack target, flew back and then rushed forward to help. His speed was obviously half a beat slower. He raised his hand and punched out. A fist shadow with thunder light hit Zuo who was still charging forward. Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were sharp and unrivaled. He didn't pause for a moment after the attack was successful. He turned around and stabbed Lu Mingzhou with his sword, who was still looking ahead.

Lu Mingzhou had time to react. Although he did not turn his head, the sword on his waist was already three inches out of its sheath, but it was obviously too late.

boom--

The fist blast exploded on Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan used a worry-free talisman, but it was a poor quality worry-free talisman. Against a monk at the fourth level of the Spiritual Valley, it was no different. In an instant, the whole person was thrown away by a punch, knocking the drug store on the side of the street through.

Wow——

The hustle and bustle stopped abruptly!

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Even Cheng Jiujiang almost didn't react, let alone the rest of the crowd.

The Qihuang Valley disciples who ran from the archway felt their eyes blurred. One of the four people standing opposite each other lay down, but none of them could be seen. The building next to them also collapsed. They all stopped in shock and said anxiously:

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

The Independent Cultivators who were watching from a corner did not understand directly, but they saw that it was Zuo Lingquan who made the first move, and only then did their eyes show surprise. They were all thinking - is this kid crazy?

The most sober person in the room was probably Cheng Jiujiang, who could see everything clearly.

After Cheng Jiujiang punched out, he froze on the spot for a moment before he remembered to look back at the two helpers.

Lan Ying was stabbed through the chest by a sword, flew backwards and fell on the street. She covered her chest with eyes full of shock, forgetting the severe pain in her body.

Lu Mingzhou pulled out the sword, looked down at the blood stains across his chest, his eyes were blank, and he was still thinking about what happened.

After a moment, the sword fell to the ground.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The sword bounced on the bluestone a few times. The sound woke everyone up, but also plunged Qihuang Town into complete silence.

The monks who were watching realized what was happening!

This young man in black had just used his sword against Sanlinggu alone, and he had killed them both in an instant?

Is this the reincarnation of the sword fairy from heaven? !

The Qihuang Valley disciples who ran over dropped their swords on the ground and opened their mouths not knowing what to say.

Cheng Jiujiang was confused for a moment before he understood the current situation. He looked at the medicine shop that had been knocked out of the hole and said in disbelief:

"Have you entered the Spiritual Valley?"

"Ahem..."

Among the rubble, Zuo Lingquan was dressed in black robes. His chest robe was shattered, leaving a black and blue fist mark on his chest.

However, Jiujiang acted in a hurry and took action from a distance. The force was not strong and it did not hurt his vital organs.

Zuo Lingquan coughed twice, stood up from the rubble, and pointed his sword at the ground:

"Not that high, half a step to the spiritual valley."

Cheng Jiujiang looked in disbelief - even if it wasn't Linggu, it was still the twelfth level of Qi Refining, otherwise it would be impossible to have such strong killing power. He knew that Zuo Lingquan was only seventeen years old. Last time he was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he scared everyone. Now he has another Qi Refining level 12. Is this a god?

Compared with Cheng Jiujiang's shock, Zuo Lingquan was much more relaxed. He walked out of the dilapidated house and said:

"If I had known you were such a loser, I should have beaten you to the ground that day in Qihuang Valley, causing me to be frightened for nothing for a month."

This statement is not arrogant.

As Zuo Lingquan grew up, the most powerful enemy he had ever fought was probably Tu Yang from Evergreen Mountain.

Zuo Lingquan was still in awe of the 'experts' in the Linggu realm. Only when he was sparring with Wu Qingwan, he was sure that he could instantly kill the monks at the first level of Linggu and deal with the fourth level of Linggu with one sword. Cheng Jiujiang, he actually had no idea.

Zuo Lingquan dared to use his sword just now because he discovered that the pressure of Cheng Jiujiang's boxing style was not as strong as he imagined. However, Cheng Jiujiang was at the fourth level of Linggu after all, and he did not dare to confront the two rashly, so he chose to deal with the two first. A rookie in the first level of Linggu tried to feint.

At this time, after the sword was fired, Zuo Lingquan also figured out the general idea - judging from Cheng Jiujiang's reaction speed, he was capable of fighting. Although he may not be able to defeat him, there are three helpers in the Linggu realm behind him. Didn't show up.

Zuo Lingquan patted the dust on his chest, walked out of the medicine shop, and motioned to Lan Ying on the ground and Lu Mingzhou who was about to fall:

"Keeping them alive is to give Cheng Xianchang three points of noodles. You can retreat when the difficulty comes, and let Qihuang Valley forget about the past. If you insist on toasting and skipping the meal, I don't think Cheng Xianchang will be able to survive the arrival of Master and the others. To relieve you."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Some monks who were watching wanted to say that Zuo Lingquan was too arrogant, but seeing the situation on the street, they dared not speak.

Cheng Jiujiang heard these arrogant words and did not respond. He just narrowed his eyes slightly and opened and closed his fists...

(End of chapter)