Leng Qingqiu looked cold as he stepped in front of Cui Bingjun.
"Old man, you are simply not qualified to let me draw a sword!"
Hurry up and bow your head and admit defeat, otherwise you won't even have a chance to draw your sword when I'm angry!"
The extremely familiar words that Gu Bingjun mocked Su Lingshuang just now were slapped on his face intact.
Everyone around him cast mocking glances, but at this moment, the Sword King no longer cared about this, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
Leng Qingqiu's powerful sword intention made him breathless. He could only desperately circulate the true energy in his body and push his sword intention desperately, but he was still unable to resist it.
The so-called sword king has no resistance at all in front of others now.
He struggled desperately, trying to pull out the sword from behind to relieve his pressure. Unfortunately, under the huge pressure, he really didn't even have a chance to draw the sword.
Even Cui Bingjun could clearly feel that the sword that had been with him for nearly a thousand years was trembling in its scabbard.
One person and one sword, they were completely crushed to death.
Leng Qingqiu took another step forward: "I'll give you another chance, will you admit defeat?"
Although he only took one step forward, the pressure Cui Bingjun endured doubled in an instant.
At this moment, he looked frightened, and his legs began to tremble slightly.
At the same time, he could no longer withstand the fierce pressure of the sword energy, and the clothes on his body began to break inch by inch, flying around like frightened butterflies.
Even the eyebrows, beard and hair began to break, and were turned into balls of powder by the sword energy.
"I...I give up!"
Although it was extremely difficult, Cui Bingjun finally had this only way to go.
He has no advantage in cultivation, and his swordsmanship is completely suppressed by others. If he continues this fight, he will only seek his own death.
"Oh my god, the majestic sword king just gave up..."
"Bullshit Sword King, I think he has gained a reputation in vain. He can't even pull out his sword in front of others..."
"You know what the hell, that woman is too powerful. If you were to come up, she would be a pile of minced meat..."
Everyone was talking a lot, full of ridicule, but at this moment the Sword King could no longer care about that much.
Leng Qingqiu withdrew his kendo pressure, which made him relax all over, and he stood there breathing heavily.
Su Ling'er was dumbfounded. She originally thought that Ye Bufan would not escape this time, but she didn't expect that this woman would win again.
"Hmph, this is only temporary for you. Sooner or later you will lose to Kowloon Island!"
The little girl's cheeks turned red and she stood there looking angrily.
Zhang Qiaochu, Gong Junyi and others were secretly speechless and had complicated emotions.
I originally thought that the women around Ye Bufan before were already good enough and strong enough, but I didn't expect that after a few days, there were a few more. Not only were their looks enviable, but their abilities were also amazing.
At such a young age, they have such high attainments in swordsmanship. Even though they are disciples of the Holy Sect, this is the first time for them to see them.
"Young Master, I have embarrassed you!"
After coming back to his senses, Cui Bingjun no longer had the arrogance he had before. He lowered his head and sneaked behind Wang Ruiyang in dejection.
"Useless trash!"
Wang Ruiyang didn't take it too seriously when the middle-aged man lost to Su Lingshuang. After all, he was just an early stage strongman and nothing.
Unexpectedly, the current sword king also lost, which made him re-examine the young man in front of him.
"Young man seems to be quite capable, but so what, I don't believe your woman can compare to my Kowloon Island!"
Wang Ruiyang waved behind him again: "Elder Tong, it seems that you are going to take action!"
"It doesn't matter, isn't it just a little bit of sword energy? I don't believe you can hurt me!"
As a rough voice sounded, a short old man walked out.
He is only about 1.6 meters tall, but extremely strong.
The steps are extremely heavy and powerful. Every step he takes seems to be stepping on the top of everyone's heart, giving people a feeling like a mountain, which cannot be shaken at all.
Tong Tiesheng, the enshrined elder of Kowloon Island, is also a strong man in the middle stage of the Tribulation, but he is actually a body-refining monk.
In Wang Ruiyang's view, although the Sword King was no match for Leng Qingqiu, Tong Tiesheng's body refining realm was like an indestructible giant shield, and he was already invincible even though he had not fought.
"Come on, little girl, let's see if your sword energy can hurt me!"
Tong Tiesheng raised his chin high, with a look of pride on his face.
Leng Qingqiu's expression was cold, his whole body was filled with sword energy, and he was ready to take action.
"Qingqiu wife, there is no need to be familiar with this guy. Come back and rest."
Ye Bufan waved and called Leng Qingqiu back.
He could see clearly that even if Leng Qingqiu won against the body-refining cultivators in the middle of the Tribulation, it would still be a hard battle.
What we want now is a quick solution, and we don't want to waste time. The key is completely unnecessary.
Leng Qingqiu didn't say a word, and never refused Ye Bufan's arrangements, so he returned by the way.
The eyes of the men present were all shining brightly. Such a beautiful woman, such a powerful woman, could be so obedient. I really don't know how she was trained.
Ye Bufan turned around and said: "Lanxi wife, beat this old guy up hard, don't be polite!"
"I know, husband!"
Lan Xi agreed and walked out.
"This guy is so jealous that he has so many beautiful women..."
"Another beautiful wife. I'm so envious. I don't ask for anything more, as long as I have one, it's worth dying..."
"This woman looks so soft and weak, can she be my opponent?"
Everyone was talking a lot, with envy, jealousy and suspicion. They wondered if the woman in front of them could be Tong Tiesheng's opponent.
But one thing is that they are no longer on the side of Kowloon Island. They find that this young man's wife is definitely not as simple as a vase, and every one of her is unfathomable.
Tong Tiesheng glanced at Lan Xi, "Poor little girl, remarry. This man is simply asking you to die. You can't be my opponent..."
"How dare you, an old man like you, call me a man!"
Before he could finish his words, Lan Xi had already kicked Tong Tiesheng in the chest.
There was just a bang, and Elder Tong, who had been so arrogant just now, was kicked out like a ball, his chest collapsed and he was vomiting blood.
"Well……"
The eyes of everyone present instantly widened, as if they had seen a ghost.
That was a body-refining cultivator in the tribulation period. Even the sword and sword could not hurt him at all. How could he be kicked like this? Could it be that this body-refining cultivator was fake?
Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Lan Xi rushed forward again without stopping.
Now that she has reached the stage of Barbarian Queen, in terms of physical strength, she is far from comparable to the Tong Tiesheng in front of her.
With a slap, half of the teeth in his mouth were knocked out.
What followed was a crazy round of punches and kicks, without any fancy moves.
Just like Ye Bufan said, there is no politeness in a severe beating.
It was so pitiful that Tong Tiesheng was so beaten that he had no strength to fight back. His body was covered in wounds and blood flowed across his body, and half of his bones were broken.
At this moment, he was filled with bitterness and felt that his physical training was fake and that he could not withstand the opponent's attack at all.
Lan Xi had almost beaten him, and the last slap drove him into the ground like a nail. This was the end of the beating.
