But seeing this old man, whose face is like a crab shell, his color is close to blue bricks, his eyebrows are as white as snow, and his lips are tilted down. Although he is a eunuch, he still has a moustache. At this moment, everyone present is surprised and lost their minds.

Of course he is Mi Youqiao.

As we all know in the world, this old man's words can already make countless lives and countless people die. When he waves his hand, he can make countless masters in the world work for him, just like an imperial edict.

But now, seeing this old man taking action, everyone present had already looked over, and their eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by magnets.

Because, this opportunity is too rare.

Even the reason why he became famous all over the world was not because of his hidden martial arts, but because of his power, but now, he is going to take action.

Everyone only knows that the old eunuch has been to the palace since he was a child, but few people know his origin and know his martial arts.

But to this day.

Everyone has reached a common understanding that this person is definitely the top master and a strong man in the world, but how high his martial arts are is always an unknown.

Now, it looks very high, and it is so high that it is shocking and shaking ghosts and gods.

Cai Jing also slowly opened his eyes wide.

Master Heiguang even looked straight.

Zhu Yueming lost his smile.

Even Yang Wuxie was silent and lost his voice.

Even Wuqing's calm and cold face seemed to tremble.

The night is cold.

Facing the moon.

Mi Cangqiong jumped high with a stick and only hit the man one.

But this stick had already shaken out nine stick flowers. The stick shadow swept the moon. The stick wind hit the moon. The strength came out through the stick, which had already broken the moonlight. The sand and stones flew across the streets, and the wine flag suddenly rolled back.

The world seemed to be whistling like a madman.

Mi Cangkong's stick was a bit strange. The stick body was extremely long, from thick to thin. At this moment, it looked like a living creature. It was struggling and moving wildly between its hands, like thunder and lightning, like a demon dragon. Everyone was shocked when they saw it.

His stick image seemed to stir up a whirlpool, danced out a black hole, making terrifying and harsh strange sounds, strange sounds, like dragon roaring, tiger roaring, like ape roaring, wolf howling.

His thin and dry body suddenly seemed to swell up, and his gray beard seemed to become particularly pale and yellow. His eyes turned into a faint blue, and his blue ones seemed to be cloisonné. He jumped long and turned into an unshakable troll, jumping high, like a moon raising the sky, smashing the mysterious man with a bronze mask.

Dust is like earth, sand is like stones.

In the shadow of the sky stick, a stick suddenly appeared, and it was bent like an arc of the moon, slashed down and smashed down.

Everyone was disgraced.

Including Su Qing, and Di Feijing who fought with him.

But before this stick was hit, Di Fei was shocked, shocked, shocked.

Because he had clearly grasped the other party's vein and the other party seemed to be unaffected at all, his body shook and twisted, slipping like a loach, flashing like a spirit snake, and moving horizontally.

But now it was too late for Di Fei to think too much. He was already withdrawing because of an indescribable fierce aura that was filled with mist, as if there were thousands of acres of huge waves pressing against him, which was suffocating.

There was another person suffocating.

Su Qing.

"There is a bridge in rice?"

Without looking back, he already knew who was taking action behind his back.

Among the masters present, Cai Jing, the old fox, will never take action again. Master Hei Guang, Zhu Yueming and Di Feijing, have already fought with him and even fought. Wuqing will not take action easily, and Yang Wuxie is afraid that he will not take action either. The only thing left is Mi Youqiao.

Only this old eunuch has such skills.

It's really good to see the timing.

With such a blow, he had no time to turn around and fight back.

He was about to be smashed and killed on the spot, but everyone was lost again.

Because Su Qing did not turn around.

But his clothes quickly swelled at this moment, as if a strong wind burst out from his body, and the energy rushed like waves, sweeping in all directions. It could be seen from the naked eye that there were dragons behind Su Qing, undulating, and storming, making a terrifying scene.

He actually planned to take the lead and block it directly.

"Bang!"

At the critical moment.

The stick had hit his back, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had sunk.

At the ground of Shijie Street under Su Qing's feet, a shallow pit about a meter wide diameter suddenly cracked, and his clothes and hair were lifted up.

He turned around.

Mi Cangqiong turned over in the air, leaned back, lifted his stick and retreated, but it was still difficult to stop his power when he was stuck on the ground.

Under the mask, warm dripping, bit by bit, splashing from Su Qing's chin like ink marks.

"Okay, good stick method!"

They said silly, and their words were calm.

With one stick, Mi Cangqiong retreated more than ten steps in a row. As soon as he stood firm, his hair was scattered like a lion's mane, like a crazy lion, a mad demon. When everyone was dazzled, he let out a long roar, and his beard was windless, and he shook the stick into one.

Like an arrow from the string, it stabbed Su Qing straight, and the stick momentum changed rapidly.

Su Qing narrowed his cold eyes, his sword shook, and the dragon roared, like an immortal guiding the way. The green light on the sword suddenly gathered into a bunch, turning into a long rainbow, straight through the oncoming stick.

Needle to wheat.

The stick is as heavy as a mountain, and the sword is as strong as a wave.

Everyone was affected by the remaining energy of the two, as if they were in a storm. There seemed to be thousands of thunder sounds in the air, bursting out with thunder and fire, and the shocking eyes could not be seen directly.

The next moment.

The two were about to part with each other.

With the help of a stick, Su Qing had already retreated like a storm, turning into a black shadow and falling towards the roof.

He held the sword and grabbed the sword, glanced at the old eunuch below, and said with a low smile: "Okay, it's true that he is the direct disciple of Mi Cangqiong, who was proud of the world and powerful in the past, and killed the chief of the Jingtang Hall, Zhang Hou, Huaiyin, and the master of the Jingtang Hall. He is indeed powerful."

Someone came from afar.

In the crowd, the word "Long Ba" was heard faintly.

It's getting more and more lively.

Su Qing was not surprised.

He looked at Di Feijing. The man was already standing, lowering his head and lowering his hands. Of course, all the smart and clever people present were all smart people. He was not thinking about framed or something.

He just opened his lips slightly and said two words to Di Feijing in a small and loud manner.

But he believed that Di Feijing could definitely see and hear.

What he said was - "Lei Chun!"

The woman who was even more beautiful after frost and still had a clear snow.

look up.

The man who kept his head down finally raised his head.

Di Fei was shocked, and the "low-headed dragon" suddenly raised his head.

It turned out that his neck was not broken.

As soon as he looked up, his eyes were already looking straight at Su Qing, with an indescribable chill, palpitations, and murderous intent.

This man who has always been calm, always calm and calm, is rare, has shown murderous intention to a person like never before.

It's because of the two words he said.

His eyes are very beautiful, as if they can express emotions, they are melancholy and deep, their eyes are pure and flawless, their pupils are as dark as the night, and their long eyelashes are curled and curly, and they are already comparable to women.

However, now it seems like it has frozen into ice and condensed into frost.

"He is deliberately delaying time!"

Mi Cangkong finally spoke.

The blue in his eyes seemed to disappear, and seemed to disappear, with a bit of solemn appearance and solemnity.

It seemed that he had noticed something and then he suddenly took action and wanted to test it.

Now, finally confirmed.

"Smart, then guess what I'm going to do?"

Su Qingdao.

"What are you guessing? I have to guess!"

A round and fat fat man had flashed behind Su Qing at some point, trying to capture him when he wanted to hurt him.

Su Qing didn't say anything, his body didn't move, his head didn't turn back, but his arms were incredibly turned from front to back, like a soft whip, without bones and no joints.

The sword light and the shadows are bright.

It showed Zhu Yueming's disgraceful look.

As the pair of horrified gazes, Zhu Yueming's protruding palm flew everywhere in an instant, and it turned into a white bone in a blink of an eye. Then it seemed to be cut into 83,000 pieces in the air, turning into blood rain all over the sky, splashing.

"Like bed bugs, I really think I can't kill you!"

Su Qing withdrew his arms and shook his sword.
Chapter completed!