Chapter 8

Wang Lei lay on the ground, bleeding like a dead dog.

Suddenly, Wang Lei raised his head and looked at Ye Qing. There was a cold flash in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "you dare not kill me!"

Wang Lei's voice contains infinite hatred. As the first person of waizong, he was defeated by Ye Qing and seriously injured by Ye Qing. In the future, he will become the laughing stock of waizong.

"Really? Why do you think I dare not kill you?"

Ye Qing's eyes are cold. He is not a kind-hearted person. He must be cruel enough to survive in the cruel fantasy world, otherwise he will be eaten to the bone.

"My master is here. Do you dare to touch me?"

Wang Lei suddenly laughed, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. His broken body was bleeding and badly injured, but he struggled to stand up with a strong sense of hatred in his eyes.

"Ye Qing, you have won. Enough is enough!"

In the martial arts arena, a cold voice came. The speaker was Wang Lei's master, Yang Zhenghao!

"The game is over and both sides leave!"

Boss Qian Chang drank, his face was cold, and motioned Ye Qing to leave the battle platform. His position was undoubtedly the same as that of Yang Zhenghao. You know, Yang Zhenghao is an inner sect elder with a high status, while elder Qian is just an outer sect elder.

Wang Lei had outstanding talent and was appreciated by Yang Zhenghao. He accepted him as a disciple.

Now, Yang Zhenghao is present and will never allow Ye Qing to act recklessly.

"Your master is here, so what?"

Ye Qing's eyes twinkled and his voice just fell. Suddenly he sacrificed the teeth of the red dragon!

A strange light burst out and rushed to Wang Lei's chest. It was so fast that it couldn't react at all!

An amazing dragon power was released to suppress Wang Lei, which made Wang Lei unable to move, and his heart was half cold.

Not to mention that Wang Lei is seriously injured, even if he is in perfect condition, he can't bear the dragon power of the red dragon's teeth. You know, the red dragon's teeth integrate a drop of Ye Qing's supreme dragon blood!

"Vertical son, dare you!"

Yang Zhenghao was angry and his pupils contracted violently. He didn't expect Ye Qing to be so bold and dare to do it in front of him.

Moreover, the magic weapon offered by Ye Qing is too powerful to be stopped by Yang Zhenghao's strength.

"No!"

Wang Lei was trembling and frightened to death. At the next moment, the red dragon's teeth pierced his chest and brought a touch of sad blood!

"Bang!"

Wang Lei's body fell to the ground, his eyes staring round and dying! He couldn't believe it until his death. Ye Qing would kill him in front of Yang Zhenghao! Leave no room!

"Ye Qing, you are brave enough to kill your fellow disciples. I will clean up the portal today!"

Yang Zhenghao was furious and his body flashed. He showed a set of powerful body skills and turned into a series of residual shadows. The speed was incredible.

In a short moment, Yang Zhenghao came to the battle platform. A terrible blow blew out, shaking the earth and directly hit Ye Qing's chest to kill Ye Qing on the spot!

The terrible momentum blooms out. Yang Zhenghao is full of murderous spirit. As an inner sect elder, he can't even protect his disciples. If he doesn't kill Ye Qing, what face does he have to stay in the broken blade sect?

The pressure like a mountain and a sea swept through, and Yang Zhenghao's accomplishments were amazing, far above Wang Lei, giving people a sense of unfathomability.

Ye Qing's eyes were slightly frozen. Not long ago, Ruyi golden cudgel had been used once, not more than a month, and it was temporarily unavailable.

If you use Ruyi golden cudgel, Ye Qing is absolutely sure that one stick can kill Yang Zhenghao. The legendary artifact is not a joke.

Now, in the face of Yang Zhenghao's fierce attack, Ye Qing can only do her best to step on the wind and walk like a gust of wind and turn into a remnant.

"The inferior martial arts of the Xuan level, the wind God walking step! Ye Qing, you really surprised me!"

Yang Zhenghao's face was cold, and he saw that Ye Qing was gifted with demons, and his killing intention was even worse! Such an evil genius, since he is an enemy, must be strangled in the cradle!

"Boom!"

The powerful palm power came and destroyed the withered and decadent. Yang Zhenghao shouted. The whole person seemed to become a fierce tiger, and each move was extremely fierce.

"Annihilate the tide!"

Ye Qing stepped on the mysterious footwork, his body flashed, his fingers flicked, a dark energy burst out, and the void was distorted.

The inferior martial arts of the Xuan level have annihilated the frenzy. They have reached perfection. Their power is terrible. They can compete with the neizong elder Yang Zhenghao.

"Boom!"

The startling roar resounded through the martial arts arena, and everyone was stunned, including elder Qian!

Ye Qing, a layman disciple, has just broken through the innate realm. Soon, he can beat Yang Zhenghao. It's like a arabian night. I'm afraid no one believes it.

On the stage, Yang Zhenghao roared and showed all kinds of means to press the bottom of the box. He couldn't clean up Ye Qing for a long time.

In the sky, a red light flickered, and the towering Longwei bloomed, steadily suppressing yang Zhenghao in momentum.

The power of the red dragon's teeth is amazing. They constantly rush to kill, which makes Yang Zhenghao tired.

With the passage of time, Ye Qing and Yang Zhenghao have fought a hundred moves. Yang Zhenghao is panting, ashamed and angry. He not only failed to gain an advantage, but fell into the disadvantage!

The sect elder in the hall was forced to this point by a disciple of a foreign sect. Yang Zhenghao wanted to find a hole in the ground. It's really embarrassing.

"Old dog, if you dare to pester me again, I'll let your blood splash three feet!"

Ye Qing raised his hand to play dark energy, forming a dark frenzy. There was a terrible cold in his eyes. What about the inner patriarch? No matter what the identity of the other party is, as long as it is the enemy, it should be killed!

If Yang Zhenghao doesn't know how to advance or retreat, Ye Qing doesn't mind killing him on the spot!

"Ye Qing, you dare to be so arrogant when you kill your fellow disciples. Do you really think there is no one in my broken blade sect?"

Yang Zhenghao gave a big shout and was ready to contact other elders of neizong. Today, he completely married Ye Qing's Liangzi. He refused to stop until he killed Ye Qing!

"Old dog, die!"

Ye Qing was killing all over, suddenly roaring up to the sky and shaking the sky!

"Roar!"

Dragon's gifted magic power, dragon singing jiuxiao!

At the moment, Ye Qing seems to be incarnated as a Dragon God, exuding the towering power of the dragon, with a momentum to look at the world and sweep the eight wastelands!

"What a terrible voice. What's this means?"

"I seem to hear the Dragon singing. Is there dragon blood flowing in Ye Qing's body?"

"It's so uncomfortable. My soul can't bear it. It's about to break..."

In the martial arts arena, all the foreign disciples were frightened to death. Ye Qing's means were too terrible. The terrible dragon chant resounded through the world and shocked the deaf. They couldn't bear it.

You know, Ye Qing's main attack target is Yang Zhenghao when he performs the Dragon singing jiuxiao. Those foreign disciples are only affected by the aftershock, but they can't bear it.

In the blink of an eye, waizong disciples rushed to the martial arts field. They were afraid that their spirits would collapse and die if they continued to stay in the martial arts field.