A flying knife condensed with black aerosols passed through the air, mixed with the sound of the cold wind, which pierced Zhu Qingsheng's face.

This knife was not as fast as the flying knife he had when he first met him. Zhu Qingsheng didn't know whether he was reserved or was seriously injured. His true energy was not as good as before. He hid sideways and saw Hua Nong's anxious gaze, and said, "Miss. Second Miss, time is tight. Take your aunt away quickly."

The Huanong Demon-Binding Rope stretched and danced, opening up the bandits blocking the way. Although they knew that Zhu Qingsheng was in danger, his mother was in danger and had no martial arts skills. In desperation, he had no time to think about it. He could only take his mother away first, and then call his master and the others to deal with the one-armed old man. She shouted: "Boy, hold on, I'll call our master." These bandits were her opponents. When she was thrust by her Demon-Binding Rope, they screamed and retreated in pain. Although there were dozens of great men, none of them could stop her.

Luo Qitao raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Let's go now? It's too late." He waved his left hand lightly, and three flying knives flew out of his sleeves, sealing the upper, middle and lower parts of the flower ring.

"Old thief, your opponent is me, why bother to be more distracted?" Zhu Qingsheng whistled, and the white jade ruler shone sharply, sweeping diagonally at the weak point of these three flying knives. The three flying knives suddenly turned into a fog and scattered.

Luo Qitao's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that this kid would make such rapid progress and could stop his flying knife now. If this kid didn't get rid of it, it would be a big problem in the future. Black fog and rushing in his left hand, forming a long knife four feet and six minutes long, dragging it to the ground, and immediately pulling a deep ditch out of the ground.

Hua Nong's face changed and she said, "Boy, let's go together, you can't beat this one-armed old man."

Seeing that the one-armed man was so fierce, Mrs. Hua hurriedly advised: "Young man, don't show off. He looks very powerful. You are young and can't beat him."

Zhu Qingsheng felt warm in his heart and said, "Thank you for your concern. I have an unexplainable hatred with him. A friend of mine is in his hands. I have to know his whereabouts. Besides, he will definitely not let us go now. Aunt, you and the second lady, hurry up and let him go, I will hold him up first."

Hua Nong was angry and anxious, and tears fell down, and she said, "You are always so disobedient, and I will never pay attention to you again."

Zhu Qingsheng smiled and said, "I promise this is the last time. Second Miss, if you really do your best for me, please take your aunt away quickly and call my master over."

Hua Nong gritted her teeth, stomped her feet hard, and finally made up her mind and said, "Boy, before I come back, you must be fine, and don't be captured by this old man."

The fog of the underworld surging, Luo Qitao raised his chest slanted and sneered: "Diet to the point of death, you still dare to flirt. Little thing, let's see how I cut you off inch in front of this little girl."

"Miss Second, let's go quickly." Zhu Qingsheng said nothing. The white jade ruler was bright, and a round arc of light drifted across the air, sweeping towards Luo Qitao angrily.

"You little brat, take care of yourself." Hua Nong's tears came over, holding her mother, the demon-binding rope circled and flew, repelling the bandits blocking the way, and jumped high out of the courtyard wall.

Mrs. Hua wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and felt a lot of emotion in her heart, and said, "It seems that my daughter will cry for others."

Hualan's cheeks were hot, sad and joyful. She lowered her head, dared not look at her mother's eyes, and whispered: "Mom, I, I, I, I, I have met my enemies."

Luo Qitao had murderous intent in his eyes. The black knife swept across, slashing on the white jade ruler, and immediately repelled Zhu Qingsheng five or six steps. He stopped, and the black knife hit the mist and slashed Zhu Qingsheng again.

This knife was so powerful that Zhu Qingsheng's arms were sore and painful that he almost couldn't hold the white jade ruler. He let out a breath of humiliation, knowing that he had met the strongest opponent in his life, he was absolutely distracted. He was so excited that he could not get angry. He was full of energy and activated his full strength. The two cold and hot true energy rushed from his arms to the white jade ruler, which shone against each other and flew against the rotation.

Luo Qitao sneered at the corner of his mouth. The black light of the knife cut the air. When he started, he was five steps away from Zhu Qingsheng, and when he fell, he was already above Zhu Qingsheng's head.

Luo Qitao is really too powerful. Even though he is seriously injured, his true energy is less than 100 or 100 times in normal times, but after countless battles of all sizes, his combat experience is rich and his thinking is so fast that he is among the top experts in the world. Compared with him, Zhu Qingsheng is like a seven or eight-year-old child who has just learned to dance with guns and knives.

Because of this, Zhu Qingsheng would never dare to be careless. He was the most powerful move in his life. The purple martial arts technique was mainly about fighting each other. He practiced to the extreme strength. He ignored the opponent's weapons and magic weapons, and even gained all the advantages of fists and feet. However, Zhu Qingsheng was just practicing and was facing a master like Luo Qitao. The danger of using the purple martial arts technique was too high. If he was careless, he would break his hands and feet, so he naturally did not dare to use it. He remembered the eleven moves of the fallen god taught by Fairy Nan Yao, and a "Galaxy Star Descent" slashed out with lightning.

"Do!" The white jade ruler suddenly hit the side of the black knife, and a huge recoil force came. Zhu Qingsheng took five or six steps back, but this time he no longer had his arms numb, but he felt a slight stagnation of true energy. He took a deep breath and returned to normal.

"The Eleventh Style of the Falling God!" Luo Qitao's eyes flashed in cold light, and he said coldly: "Little thing, this is the unique skill of Goddess Peak. Who passed it on to you?" He was not in that village that night, and he didn't know what Zhu Qingsheng had experienced, so he was surprised.

Zhu Qingsheng laughed: "Is there a difference between who passed this? In short, it would be right if this move was not passed on the wrong person." He turned his hand and "smile proudly" and slid upwards.

Luo Qitao protected her horizontal sword in front of her, and wanted to see what this kid had. She was not in a hurry to kill him. As soon as she came into contact, she suddenly felt a heat-sinking airflow from Zhu Qingsheng's white jade ruler, which rushed into her fingertips. He was extremely uncomfortable. He was surprised. What skill was this? How could this little thing have two completely different true qi? How many things were hidden in his body? Luo Qitao shook his arms, and six black qi swords flew out, slashing with the black knife in his hand angrily.

Zhu Qingsheng shouted loudly, and a subconscious move of purple air came from the east. A two-foot-long white light flew out of the ruler, pierced through three flying knives, and stabbed Luo Qitao in the chest.

Luo Qitao was shocked suddenly. Unexpectedly, this kid had reached the realm of transforming qi. In just a few days, the kid's realm has progressed rapidly, far beyond his imagination. He swung his sword and cut this qi light into two sections. Most of the qi blades formed by true qi in the world can be broken by a little bit, but he did not expect that the previous half flashed like lightning, stabbed his chest, and a blood arrow was immediately sprayed out.

This time he cut into the ribs. If he hadn't had his strong true energy, he would have broken a few ribs. Luo Qitao was shocked and angry. Unexpectedly, he was hurt by this little thing. In his anger, he would never dare to underestimate Zhu Qingsheng again. The black knife turned into a mist and dissipated in his hand. Then a ball of black mist condensed and spiraled, condensed into a two-inch black clock in the palm. As his magic tricks were activated, it suddenly turned into a foot and a half black clock, whistling and whistling in his hand.

He indeed used the Dahao Ming Bell to come. Zhu Qingsheng avoided the other three flying knives and felt nervous and fearful when he looked at the evil magic weapon that almost killed him. Looking around, dozens of bandits around him formed a big circle, watching them fighting in horror. He seemed to have such a powerful person in the world. Although Zhu Qingsheng didn't talk about these bandits seriously, he was blocked by them and his mind was blocked. Luo Qitao would seize this gap to kill him. He couldn't help but pray in his heart, hoping that these bandits would not make things difficult for him.

Luo Qitao said coldly: "Little guy, I underestimated you just now. I didn't expect you to make progress so fast. I had to force me to sacrifice the Dahao Ming Bell. It is your honor to die here. Let's die."

The Dahao Ming Bell trembled and slowly flew out of his hand. Black aerosol mist condensed into shape, turning into dark and shiny weapons, arrows, spearheads, long swords... and flew out one after another. The power was so fierce and the speed was so fast that it was far stronger than the previous aerosol blade.

This time, there was no Six Ding and Six Jia divine talisman given by the master, but today is not the same today. Zhu Qingsheng's true power rose from his dantian, like a swimming fish swimming freely in his body, feeling indescribable freedom and ease. Zhu Qingsheng took a cross-body step, and the white jade ruler and white light flowed, hitting the first arrow shot, and immediately broke it. He turned around gently, and then cut off the flying spear head, leisurely as if wandering in the beautiful back garden.

It was not that Zhu Qingsheng did this on purpose, but Zhong Bai taught him that if he could not control the two true qi at will in the early stage, especially during the battle, he could not use both minds, so he would disperse the true qi throughout his body and flow with his heart, just like a fish swimming freely in the sea, wherever his thoughts came, the true qi came.

Luo Qitao looked very insulted. The little thing was posing in a leisurely and comfortable manner, obviously mocking him for his lack of strength. A numb and itchy murderous intent rushed up to his head, and he was angry and shouted loudly, slashing down like lightning on his left palm, insisting on killing the little thing with his own hands.

When Zhu Qingsheng saw that he was murderous and had a ferocious face, he wanted to dismember his five horses. One minute was afraid and two minutes surprised, so he quickly retreated backwards. However, Luo Qitao was too fast. The Dahao Mingzhong swirled rapidly above his head, and black fog overflowed from it, condensed in the palm of his left palm, and had already hit the sky.

It was so fast that Zhu Qingsheng had nowhere to hide. In desperation, someone fought with the ruler to fly out, but he firmly grabbed the ruler. Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. Luo Qitao's murderous face was pressed in front of him. Dahao Mingzhong black light swallowed and heard him say singly: "Little thing, say goodbye to your master."

The Dahao Ming Bell buzzed and slowly flew out from Luo Qitao's head, covering the Niwan Palace on Zhu Qingsheng's head.
Chapter completed!