Villain: Blackening the protagonist at the beginning, the beautiful senior sister

"The strong man in the early stage of the holy rank is actually a strong man in the early stage of the holy rank!"

"My God, Qingyun is doomed this time!"

Seeing this, the disciples turned pale.

Qingyun's face also changed suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this moment, he finally understood what kind of monster he had provoked.

A strong man in the early stage of the holy rank is equivalent to the god rank, and even more terrifying than the god rank!

Qingyun took a deep breath in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is that person?"

"Hehe, Qingyun, I advise you, it's still too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"As long as you obediently follow me, I promise, that person will not kill you, and even focus on training you!"

"How?" said the old woman with a sneer.

Hearing this, the faces of those disciples changed drastically again, with panic showing in their eyes.

Even if they are united together, it is difficult to defeat the strong in the early stage of the holy rank, let alone the opponent alone?

"I advise you to stop thinking about it, no matter what bullshit conditions you say, I will not agree."

"Because I didn't take you seriously at all."

Qingyun said indifferently.

"Okay! Very good! Then don't blame me for being so hot!" The old woman's face suddenly turned cold, and her figure moved, rushing towards Qingyun.

Seeing this scene, Qingyun's face changed slightly.

A strong man in the early stage of the holy rank is a very terrifying existence.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

Qingyun gave a cold shout, waved his palm, and suddenly, a long spear appeared and stabbed fiercely.

"boom!"

The two collided together, and the violent wind swept away, and the air waves broke the surrounding trees.

"So strong!"

"Is this the power of the strong at the beginning of the holy rank?"

Looking at the old woman, the faces of those disciples became extremely dignified.

"Qinglian swordsmanship, the best swordsmanship in the world!"

The old woman roared, and a majestic aura burst out, instantly turning into thousands of sword lights, and slashed towards Qingyun.

A series of sharp sword qi tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Qingyun didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately displayed Qinglian swordsmanship, and fought fiercely with him.

Although Qingyun is the pinnacle of the Linghai Secret Realm, under the attack of the old woman, small sword marks appeared on his body, and bright red blood flowed down slowly.

"too horrible!"

"Is this the strength of a saint-level powerhouse?" the disciple said in horror.

"This is not my strongest strength!"

"Qingyun, if I remember correctly, this is the third form of Qinglian swordsmanship!"

"Qinglian swordsmanship has three styles!"

"The first form, snow and rain in the Tianshan Mountains!"

"Second form, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

"The third form, Nine Dragons Playing Pearls!"

The voice of the old woman fell, and suddenly, the sword energy filled the sky, and the sky and the earth were chopped down.

"Qinglian swordsmanship, snow and rain in the Tianshan Mountains, and Nine Dragons playing with pearls!"

"Fourth Form, Thunder from the Nine Heavens!"

Qingyun yelled, waving his palms in a row, and immediately, countless sharp sword qi roared out like a dragon.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The attacks of the two were both at the middle stage of the holy rank, and they were unparalleled in power. Every sword contained a terrifying power that would destroy the world.

Under the oppression of those sword qi, all the disciples vomited blood and retreated, their faces were as pale as paper. Obviously, they couldn't bear the terrible aftermath at all.

Not far away, the suzerain of the Qinglian Sword Sect and other elders were also dumbfounded.

They never expected that the strength of the holy rank powerhouse would be so powerful.

Their faces gradually darkened.

"Qingyun, it seems that we really underestimated your strength."

"I didn't expect that you could still comprehend the martial arts in the middle stage of the holy rank."

"It's a pity that this level of martial arts is still a little short for me."

"Today, I will let you completely surrender to me!"

The old woman sneered again and again.

The suzerain of the Qinglian Sword Sect and the elders were shocked when they heard the old woman's words.

They knew that it was wishful thinking for Qing Yun to acquire those martial skills.

However, none of them thought that Qingyun would be so lucky to meet this old woman on the first day when he first came to Qinglian Sword Sect.

Now, Qingyun and Qinglian Sword Sect have already torn their faces, so they must be defeated.

"Old man, your strength is indeed not weak, but I am not afraid of you. I want to suppress us all, just dream!" Qing Yun's eyes were full of cold murderous intent, he roared, and his palm suddenly Holding the long sword tightly, his figure flickered, and he rushed directly to the old woman.

"Qingyun, you are courting death!" A look of ferocity flashed across the old woman's face, she swung the crutch in her hand, and suddenly, a majestic wave of air swept out, and in an instant, rushed towards Qingyun.

Qingyun's face suddenly changed drastically, and he felt a huge oppressive force rushing towards him, making him unable to move at all.

"Pfft!"

"Boom!"

In the next second, his body was pierced by the crutch of the old woman.

"what!"

Qingyun's shrill scream resounded in this mountain range.

The old woman, with a sneer on her face, took back the crutch in her hand.

"Qingyun!!"

"Brother Qingyun!!"

When a group of disciples saw this scene, their faces changed drastically, and they ran towards Qing Yun.

Seeing those disciples, the corners of Qingyun's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a strange arc hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"My strength has already broken through to the secret realm of the spiritual sea, and I'm still at the peak of the secret realm of the spiritual sea. Just relying on you, want to defeat me? Just dream!"

Qingyun snorted coldly, his body trembled, and thick blood rolled out.

A streak of blood light condensed behind him into a bloody demon god.

The demon god was ten feet tall, wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, and his blood-thirsty pupils were full of bloodlust. His feet stepped on the ground and made a loud noise.

A terrifying aura erupted from the demon god.

Those disciples, seeing this scene, suddenly changed their faces, and their bodies couldn't help shaking, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

Although the Qinglian Sword Sect is powerful, this Demon God is the nightmare of all of them.

"Qingyun, you dare to hurt my apprentice!" The young man roared, his body suddenly rose up, and he punched the demon god.

The demon god snorted coldly, and slapped out with a palm.

"Crack!"

The bones in the young man's chest were broken, and his body flew out, and he fell to the ground fiercely. Blood was continuously spurting out of his mouth. Obviously, he had suffered serious internal injuries.

That demon god exuded terrifying coercion, like a mountain, pressing hard on the hearts of many Qinglian Sword Sect disciples.