C95 Pride Lu Qing
C95 Pride Lu Qing
"That will depend on whether this kid is qualified enough for me to take action." Lu Qing slightly nodded: "Like I said, he needs to at least stand in front of me before I'm interested in making a move against him!"
Lu Qing was very proud. He was not interested in helping an average cat or dog; he was afraid that he would dirty his own hands.
"Young master, the ten Martial Cultivator s in the reception hall are all guests of Zhou family. Do you think that all of them together will be able to take that brat down?" Zhou Yunhai asked again.
"Those ten or so guests were all only at the early stage of Yellow Level. Moreover, these few years, they should have been happily enjoying their Secular World and it had even more of a waste for them to cultivate.
The true strength of these people were not even comparable to the average half-step, they should not be able to defeat that brat, but, if that brat wanted to break through the middle hall, he would have to pay a huge price, right? In the worst case scenario, both sides would suffer, and the both of them would perish together! "
As Lu Qing was evaluating Jiang Xiaobai and the audience for Zhou family, Jiang Xiaobai had already arrived in front of the reception hall!
In front of him, ten Martial Cultivator at the early stage of the Yellow Level stood side by side, staring straight at Jiang Xiaobai.
Basically, these ten people were holding long blades and swords in their hands. Under the light of the lamps, these long blades and longswords were like a glaring moon, emitting a ghastly, cruel, and cold light.
In addition, although they looked peaceful and serene, it was obvious that their aura was rising as they gathered their strength as they stood there.
The next moment.
"Bam!"
Amidst the rumbling sounds.
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly put down the coffin and smashed it to pieces once again. On the ground, it was a complete mess, filled with dust and rubble.
Jiang Xiaobai did not plan to use the coffin to fight against the ten Martial Cultivator s because they were real Martial Cultivator. As long as they were a Martial Cultivator, their strength would be many times stronger than ordinary people.
Most importantly, they were all wielding swords and sabers. If he used the coffin as a weapon, Jiang Xiaobai was sure that the swords would cut the coffin into pieces.
The coffin was for Zhou Yunhai. It couldn't be broken like this.
Subsequently, a short sword, a foot long and entirely black, appeared in Jiang Xiaobai's hand.
It was the Spirit Treasure sword that Qin Ziyih, the Broken Xuan, had given him.
Inner hall.
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai put down the coffin and take out a short sword, Lu Qing could not help but shake his head and laugh mockingly: "What a whimsical thought, a short sword to fight?
Courting death! One inch long, one inch strong, especially in a group battle, if others use a sword, you use a short sword, that's the same as committing suicide! "
Zhou Yunhai and the rest nodded, although they were not Martial Cultivator, they still understood.
To put it simply, when a sword and a dagger fight, the opponent can attack you within a certain distance. If you can't attack someone else, that's the disadvantage.
This kind of disadvantage was most obvious when fighting against multiple people one person at a time.
"Looks like he doesn't have the qualifications to stand in front of me. He's just trash!"
Lu Qing raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with contempt, as if he had already seen the scene of Jiang Xiaobai's miserable death.
Hearing Lu Qing's words, Zhou Shiteng's eyes widened as he stared at Jiang Xiaobai on the screen. Since Jiang Xiaobai might die before he could get to the back room, then, he couldn't possibly take Jiang Xiaobai's life personally and couldn't personally avenge his son.
Therefore, he had to at least see Jiang Xiaobai enter hell and go down to the underworld with his own eyes.
In the reception hall.
"Kill!" The ten profound energy cultivation stage Martial Cultivator who were fighting side by side, after a full ten breaths of time of silence and accumulation of energy, suddenly roared out in unison.
In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and waves of killing intent burst forth from their bodies. Although the killing intent was not very dense, when all ten of them were combined together, it was extremely real and oppressive, almost to the point of making one gasp for breath.
Next.
"Reverse Wind Sword!"
"Wave Break!"
"Fallen Leaf Sword!"
… ….
Ten early stage Yellow Level Martial Cultivator s turned their wrists at the same time. The sound in the air was ear-piercing, and each and every streak of cold light was terrifying to behold.
Each and every one of them unleashed their most powerful attacks.
Although they were only Martial Cultivator in the early stages of Yellow Level, they were all existences who had come from the Martial Cultivation World, and more or less knew a few martial skills.
While the swords and sabers were moving together, they were also incomparably swift and fierce, and their imposing manner was like a rainbow.
It was clear to see that a long blade was coming down on him. It was comparable to a river that could pierce the sun, and a sharp sword that could pierce the heavens...
All of a sudden, the swords locked onto Jiang Xiaobai, the arteries on his neck, the area between his brows, the area between his chest and his heart, etc.
The position where Jiang Xiaobai was standing was almost completely surrounded by swords and sabers. However, when he looked at Jiang Xiaobai again, he saw him playing with the Broken Xuan in his hands as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.
With a smile on his face, he stood there like a tall pillar. He did not move, his breathing was quiet, his heart was quiet, everything was very quiet. He gave the impression that he was enjoying the cool breeze blowing across his face and appreciating the wonderful scenery.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
… ….
When the third breath passed, the swords that were moving in the air like death gods were very close to Jiang Xiaobai.
Still no movement.
"What is this kid doing?" Is that trash really here? " Lu Qing frowned. He originally wanted to watch the show to pass the time, but now it seemed that there wasn't even a show.
"What a waste of my expression!" Lu Qing poked him with his nose and killing intent surged in his heart. He hated trash the most, and Jiang Xiaobai was obviously his serious trash.
Another breath passed.
The sharpness of the swords seemed to have touched Jiang Xiaobai's hair...
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai moved!
Suddenly, without any forewarning, in this moment of life and death.
They saw Jiang Xiaobai go berserk like a dam that had burst.
His terrifying movement technique was displayed clearly and skillfully. When combined with the extremely dense and pure profound energy in his body, his speed had simply reached an unbelievable level.
Swoosh
With each step Jiang Xiaobai took, it was as if he was being slightly stepped on, travelling alone for thousands of miles.
This speed was fast to the point where the ten Martial Cultivator s in front of him had completely lost their target in an instant. Other than the shadows that lingered around their pupils, there was nothing else!
Not to mention them, even Lu Qing, who was in the early stages of Profound Level, could only barely see what was going on in the inner hall.
Another few breaths later.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Jiang Xiaobai's ghost-like figure suddenly stopped without any warning.