Then he rushed towards him.

Xue Ding was stunned at first, then sneered, "Cao Ziqing, can you really treat me as a soft persimmon? Today I want you to see me..."

Before Xue Ding could finish his words, Cao Ziqing, who was five or six meters away from him, suddenly took a step forward and came to him in one step. Xue Ding's pupils contracted.

A strong sense of crisis came and was about to retreat instinctively. Cao Ziqing had already slapped his chest with a palm.

Then Xue Ding felt as if he was hit by a rushing train and flew out.

In a vague way, the sound of bone cracks from the sternum was heard, and the person was still in the air, and a large mouthful of blood was spewing out.

When his body fell heavily to the ground, his entire chest had completely collapsed. Xue Ding looked at the injuries on his chest in a daze, and completely lost consciousness and fell to the ground. I don’t know if he was fainting or dead?

Except for Tang Yanwu and Ma Hu who were fighting, the other people's pupils shrank, including the elders of the major families in the stands. No one expected that the second son of the Cao family, who had just become the head of the Cao family, was so powerful.

Is internal strength great success? Is internal strength great perfection? Or is it the peak of internal strength?

"Soft persimmon? Are you worthy?" Cao Ziqing glanced at Xue Ding's body sarcastically, and his body shook, and rushed towards Yin Zhan.

Yin Zhan's face changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to make a defensive posture, but Cao Ziqing's speed was too fast, as fast as a flying swallow. He came to him instantly and slapped his chest with another palm.

His body flew backwards like Xue Ding.

Next were Wu Bo from the Wu family, Chen Bin from the Chen family, and Liu Zhan from the Liu family...

After only a few breaths, only three of the eight people in the field were left.

From beginning to end, Cao Ziqing seemed to be walking in the garden. No matter who it was, he could not walk a single move in his hands.

Or palm, fist, or leg.

The audience was shocked!

Even Ma Hongyu of the Ma family and Taoist Mangshan next to him looked straight at Cao Ziqing. He thought Ma Hu's biggest opponent was the woman from the Cao family, but who knew that this Cao family's second son was actually hidden so deeply.

The Yin family, Wu family, and Xue family, including two extra masters who broke through the siege from the numerous preliminaries, a total of five people were knocked down by him in such a short time, and life and death were unknown.

Is his strength so strong?

Even Ma Hu and Tang Yanwu, who were fighting, stopped their movements and looked at this side with vigilance...

"Ma Hu, are you going to get out by yourself, or will I send you down?" Seeing the two people who were fighting so hard that they suddenly stopped just now, Cao Zi chuckled softly.

"Arrogant!" Ma Hu was a proud and arrogant person, so he could not bear such humiliation.

He actually gave up his hatred for Tang Yanwu, turned around and rushed towards Cao Zi.

The true energy in his body surged out wildly, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly, and he directly slashed horizontally at Cao Ziqing.

This is the sword he thinks is the strongest, and he doesn't believe this guy is really that strong.

As a result, facing this impeccable knife, Cao Ziqing's body suddenly leaned back and avoided the horizontal knife in an incredible way.

Then the body, which was almost parallel to the ground, ejected like a spring, and directly slapped Ma Hu's chest with a palm.

Even though Ma Hu's strength was far higher than the others, he was still hit in the chest by this strange palm, and he flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood.

His face was terrible pale!

There was even more shock in my eyes.

His father Ma Hongyu looked at the scene in surprise, and the Taoist Mangshan beside him also had his eyes flashing, and his gloomy eyes stared at Cao Ziqing.
Chapter completed!