Chapter 207: Killing the Slag

Yang Zhiwen and the other two were shocked and fell from the sky? Is this another fighting king?

He quickly said respectfully: "I am the leader of Qingyun Sect, and I have met my senior."

The leader of Qingyun Sect? Four-star fighting master?

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Bu Tieyi's face, "How dare you call me a sect like this? It's really ridiculous."

When the two of them heard this, their faces suddenly became unfavorable, but due to the other party's cultivation, they dared not show it.

Yang Zhiwen had no choice but to speak, "I wonder if you have any advice for me, senior?"

"Do you know about Baishan Sect?"

Clothing said coldly.

Yang Zhiwen's expression changed slightly. Even if there was such a slight change, he was seen by Bu Tieyi. He sneered: "It seems you know it, come on quickly."

"No, does this person have anything to do with Baishan Sect? What should I do?"

A trace of fear flashed in Yang Zhiwen's eyes.

"Senior, we don't know anything about Baishan Sect. You asked the wrong person."

Yang Jingjing said calmly.

"The slaves of Baishan Sect have all arrived at your Qingyun Sect. Do you tell me that you don't know? If you don't say anything, wait for you and the end will be the same as it."

Bu Tieyi sneered and suddenly slapped the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect with a palm. The archway that had just been repaired was immediately shattered and smoke and dust were splashed.

The two were startled by the power of the iron-clothed palm. At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from the Qingyun Sect: "If you want to know what happened to the Baishan Sect, come in!"

"It's Brother Ning! Does Brother Ning know him?" Yang Zhiwen and Yang Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief. The cloth iron-clothing put a lot of pressure on the two. If Ning Qi hadn't spoken, they wouldn't be sure whether they could bear it.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Bu Tieyi showed a sarcastic smile on his face and walked straight toward the Qingyun Sect. As the Six Star Douhuang, he was fearless in such a place, and no one could ambush him.

At the same time, Ning Qi had already arranged all thirty dragon-slaying cannons and was waiting for the other party to come in. When the cloth iron-cooling flew over, Ning Qi saw his attributes. Since he was from the Blood Killing Sect, he must have come to avenge Qiu Wanli. Ning Qi did not intend to show mercy, just to let him go but not return.

"Hehe, with them here, I will hit as much as the Blood Killing Sect comes."

Ning Qi looked at the dragon-slaying cannons and laughed and said to himself.

Bu Tieyi walked in with her head held high and her chest raised. She immediately saw Ning Qi sitting on a large pear blossom and wood chair in the center.

I saw Ning Qi's big golden sword, one foot on the edge of the chair, and the other hand was casually placed on it, tilting his head, looking at the cloth iron clothes.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This looks...you are! Hahaha, it's all that I need! You killed Qiu Wanli, right?"

Bu Tieyi just thought for a moment and immediately burst into laughter with ecstasy.

After the laughter was over, he looked at Ning Qi and nodded: "Well, the peak fighting spirit can kill Qiu Wanli, who is known as a hundred demon kings, is indeed worthy of publicity. Unfortunately, you are killing people from my Blood Killing Sect. Such a reputation will not only not make you successful, but will also harm you."

"I will give you two choices now. One, hand over the bucket and I will let you die quickly. Two, I will take the bucket myself and take the people back to the sect to suffer thousands of tribulations and hundreds of refinements before you die. You choose."

Ning Qi smiled and said, "Have you finished speaking?"

"Um?"

Clothed black frowned slightly.

"After you finish speaking, please see what's around you, right?"

Ning Qi said jokingly.

Bu Tieyi subconsciously glanced at him. His face was startled at first, then paled in an instant. Thirty silver dragon cannons stood quietly in the corner of the wall, and all the dragon heads were aimed at him at this moment.

"The Iron Dragon Cannon of the Jiuzhou Empire? Are you a member of the Jiuzhou Empire?"

The cloth iron-coat said in shock.

The next moment, he immediately turned around and ran away. No matter whether the iron dragon cannon was true or false, he could not afford to gamble. Thirty silver dragon cannons fired volleys, even the Nine Star Douhuang could not bear it, let alone he was only six stars?

"I want to run, it's too late."

Ning Qi thought, and the dragon-slaying fighting spirit on his body was instantly drained and injected into the thirty iron dragon cannons. The dragon head emitted a brief silver light, and in a flash, a silver shell the size of a fist condensed, and shot towards the cloth iron clothes together. The speed was so fast that it was overwhelming!

At this time, the cloth iron cloak was just flying away from Qingyun Sect, and the people were still in the air.

Yang Zhiwen and the others didn't know what happened, so they looked at Bu Tieyi's figure in confusion. Then, a group of silver shells shot from behind and bombarded Bu Tieyi.

"No!"

Bu Tieyi roared unwillingly, and her body turned into powder directly. When blown by the wind, it dissipated without a trace.

Until his death, he couldn't understand how a simple task could make him crash into the ambush of thirty dragon-slaying cannons?

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Six Star Douhuang, but because of using external forces, it actually did not cause any damage to the Six Star Douhuang, and its experience value was reduced to 30,000 points."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a betting gift package, please turn it on within 24 hours!"

"The Silver Dragon Cannon has entered a cooling state, please use it after 24 hours."

"Is it still cool?"

Ning Qi frowned. Before this, the attributes were not specified, and he only said that it could not be used continuously. He did not expect that it would take so long to cool down for 24 hours.

From this point of view, the dragon-slaying cannon is not as useful as imagined.

"Oh my God, what's going on? Did he be beaten to death by Brother Ning?"

Yang Zhiwen was stunned and stood there, his eyes were full of disbelief!

Then Yang Jingjing hurriedly pulled him to the sect. When the two saw Ning Qi, Ning Qi had already put away the dragon-slaying cannon.

"Brother Ning, you actually killed a Dou King?"

Yang Zhiwen looked at Ning Qi as if he was looking at a monster.

Yang Jingjing's eyes showed admiration, and she didn't know what she thought of, and her face was a little blushed.

King of Dou?

Ning Qi smiled slightly. In order to avoid scaring Yang Zhiwen's shit and urine, he did not tell him the true cultivation level of Bu Tieyi, but said: "This person is the killer of the Blood Killing Sect. I didn't expect that they would find this place so soon. I want to leave here first, otherwise it will implicate your Qingyun Sect."

"What? Blood Killing Sect! Brother Ning, how could you provoke such a terrible sect!"

Yang Zhiwen's face instantly pale. No matter how remote this place is, he has heard of the reputation of the Blood Killing Sect, which is an existence that even Qinglan Sect is unwilling to provoke!

Compared with others, his Qingyun Sect is not worthy of carrying shoes for others. Any disciple can destroy Qingyun Sect a hundred times in a minute.

A trace of worry appeared in Yang Jingjing's eyes, and she subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed Ning Qi's arm: "Brother Ning, I'm not afraid that you will implicate me. We have to face it together at this time!"

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