Su Qing?

Who is Su Qing?

In the Chaotian Palace, all the heroes looked at the man in front of them, a man who could make people forget about life and death after just one glance.

Everyone looked at each other. Su Qing had already sat down. He sat down on the chair and rubbed the cold stone chair with his palms. His eyelashes trembled slightly and his eyes flickered. Unknowingly, he had been sitting in this seat for a long time, a hundred years ago.

Years? Two hundred years? Or three hundred years? He can't remember clearly. People, it's better not to remember too clearly. After all, we are getting older.

"How about this seat?"

Gong Jiu, who was on the side, had already neutralized Su Qing's attack, and was even more curious about how Su Qing would feel when he sat on it. He seemed very interested.

Su Qing thought for a while, but did not refuse to answer the question. He said lightly: "It's too high, too steep, too cold, not good!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head slightly, looked at Gong Jiu, and asked with a smile: "But fortunately, it's very comfortable. Do you want to sit on it too?"

At this moment, Su Qing was sitting very casually, like a drinker in a restaurant listening to music, with his elbows and cheeks propped up, leaning forward, as if he was about to fall asleep, carefree, and looking at the people sitting there.

"Yes, I like this seat very much!"

Gong Jiu nodded, and he actually nodded.

At this time.

"Are you the leader of the Blue Dragon Society who dominated the world a hundred years ago?"

Fortunately, someone knows about him.

The speaker was Lu Xiaofeng.

Su Qing smiled lightly.

"Of course!"

Without waiting for the uproar among many martial arts masters, he calmly said again: "A hundred years ago, I was invincible in the world, but I don't know who will be able to defeat me a hundred years from now?"

He glanced at Gong Jiu.

"Liking and getting are two different things!"

The words are astonishing.

This is asking the enemy of the world, and in front of these martial arts masters.

"Is there really anyone in this world who can live for such a long time? I don't believe it!"

"Yin Feng Rot Poison Palm!"

Seeing that Su Qing was alone, some masters couldn't help but make a move. This person was the Ghost King of Xishan. He was covered in a large black robe, exuding a monstrous rotten corpse aura. At this moment, he was full of energy in his palms.

corpse poison

The violent wind dispersed and turned into a ball of dark black energy, howling like a ghost. For a moment, the evil wind was strong and terrifying. It was ready to strike at Su Qing with a palm, and its feet were retreating, as if

All measures have been taken.

But unfortunately, he was the one who struck first, and he was the one who died first. Su Qing looked at him, his eyes flashed, and he showed a thrilling smile, showing his white teeth and bending his bright eyes. As soon as this smile showed, the hall seemed to light up.

, like a ray of morning light coming in when day and night alternate, like a wisp of spring breeze blowing in when winter snow melts, the laughing people were frightened, and only heard Su Qing whisper: "Death!"

Hearing this word, the Ghost King of Xishan, the majestic master of the evil sect who was running rampant in the world, suddenly became as stunned as a demon. His expression was dull and his eyes were empty. He was indeed dead. Under the horrifying gazes of all the martial arts masters, he covered himself with a backhand.

The poisonous palms carried by the spirit fell on his body, and then turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Lu Xiaofeng was horrified, even more horrified, and moved. He thought that the Su Qing he saw a few days ago was earth-shattering and unbelievable, but now, compared with the person in front of him, the so-called piano-for-sword was simply inferior.

It has become the last generation and cannot be compared to the same.

Then, who is the person who died?

He took a breath and looked at the faint smile on Su Qing's face. He had never seen such a smile. In fact, not only did he have many friends, he was also used to seeing the smiles of many masters in the world. Even Ximen Chuixue

He had seen the smile of the Sword God. He thought it was the scariest and most amazing smile in the world, but now, what kind of smile was it?

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, his throat was dry and his mouth was astringent. Only now did he understand what killing by talking and laughing meant. It turned out that killing by talking and laughing did not mean using hands or weapons while talking and laughing. Real killing by talking and laughing was just killing by talking and laughing.

Talking and laughing can kill people.

But it is undeniable that this shallow smile is better than the smiles of those so-called world-famous beauties in the world. I am afraid that throughout the ages, it seems that all the beauties in the world combined cannot compare to the gentleness of the person in front of me.

A smile.

This smile made the laughing heroes change their expressions and all of them lost their voices.

This is both the most touching smile and the scariest smile in the world.

But as soon as the Ghost King of Xishan died, the masters in the palace used at least six kinds of long-lost secret skills to attack Su Qing. Some were fists, some were claws, some were palms, there were fingering techniques, and hands, and there were no less than seven

The unique skills of various strange weapons came to Su Qing, and finally there were internal strength, horizontal training, and lower body skills.

More than twenty people unexpectedly acted in unison to kill Su Qing.

And among them, they looked at the nine horses in the palace.

It seems that this person not only likes this position, but also wants to get it.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened. He was really shocked and frightened by the scene before him. Although he already knew that some of these people must have practiced the long-lost secret skills in the world, he never thought that there were so many, and these

Absolute knowledge is no trivial matter.

There are the drunken "Seven Killers of Flowing Clouds" who have been lost for eighty years, the most terrifying and difficult-to-practice "Ruyi Orchid Hands" in the world, and the notorious "Bone Transforming Palm", as well as the demons of the past.

He teaches the secret technique "Tantrik Maha Mudra", and there are many other secret techniques emerging one after another.

More than 20 of the world's masters, with just one move, had blocked all Su Qing's escape routes, and launched attacks from all sides like a dragnet to surround him and kill him.

What was the result?

The remaining people also looked at the sudden scene in front of them. Looking at this thrilling scene, they held their breath and wanted to see the result.

The answer only comes in a moment.

"Stab it!"

A soft sound fell.

It just sounded like a cluster of flames burning on the paper.

It's so light it's inaudible.

It was indeed fire.

Lu Xiaofeng had already seen that a spark was lighting up under Su Qing's feet. The spark lit up for a moment, and then spread out with the force of a spark igniting a prairie fire. A surging wave of fire burst out from under Su Qing's feet, burning the sky.

The raging fire turned into a rolling heat wave, just like a huge stone smashed into still water.

The waves of fire centered on Su Qing and swept in all directions, like ripples.

"ah!"

There were more than twenty martial arts masters, some of whom had not even been remembered, were already screaming and turned into ashes in the fire waves, while some were still struggling to hold on, watching the rapid changes.

Red, and then turned into a weapon dripping with molten iron, and his face was ashen.

But, there are still experts.

Su Qing raised his head, and above his head, there was a man with a flying fox fur, the sword in his hand was exposed, the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, the sword body was as cold as frost and snow, from top to bottom, it was already killing, the cold long sword trembled,

The sword shadows suddenly transformed into layers, and a cold glow emerged from it, attacking the Baihui point on the top of his head.

Gong Jiu.

Su Qing raised his hand. As soon as he raised his hand, Gong Jiu's face changed, becoming weird and even more surprised. However, the expressions of other martial arts masters were miserable and shocked, because Gong Jiu, who originally attacked Su Qing, now seemed to be haunted by ghosts.

He turned his sword with his upper body and attacked them.

A moment's change.

Then he saw blood flying from Gong Jiu's sword, killing several people in a row.

It wasn't until someone took action, and several rays of sword energy flew across and slashed between Gong Jiu and Su Qing, that Gong Jiu recovered.

It was Lu Xiaofeng who took action. He drew someone else's sword, and unexpectedly he was able to produce a sharp sword energy.
Chapter completed!