Five hundred and ninetieth chapters take care of my sister
In front of his desk, there was a calendar with broken edges lying on it.
He turned to the latest page of the calendar.
Cross out the date above with a brush.
Before, every page was like this.
"It's been half a year! Xia Qingchen, the shame you gave me will never be forgotten for a moment." Yu Qingyang clenched his fists.
The big wedding half a year ago.
It's his lifelong nightmare.
His fiancée, the White Lotus Saint, was taken away by the ants he regarded as dirt.
In front of the heroes of Tianyue Ridge, in front of the temple, in front of the Lord of Fengwang Palace.
Make him lose face!
In his life, he had never hated someone so strongly.
All the time, I don't want to crush that person like sand.
the past half year.
He lived like a year, wishing that time would fly by and arrive at the date of life and death one day earlier.
I wish I could crush his bones into ashes as soon as possible and wipe him out from the world forever.
so.
Every day on the calendar has a heavy brush scratch.
His thoughts were raging and his emotions were difficult to calm down.
There is now a hint of gloominess in the confident temperament of the past.
dong dong
While he was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door from the Lord Jianya: "Qingyang, we rescued a person in the water."
Yu Qingyang said without thinking: "What are you talking to me about?"
Lord Jianya said: "He is one of the four great generals of the Xiahou Divine Sect, the Sword General!"
Um?
Yu Qingyang's eyebrows raised and his attention finally moved away: "Bring him to see me."
soon.
The pale-faced swordsman knelt on one knee in front of Yu Qingyang.
Just now, he had a nine-day epileptic seizure. The pain was so unbearable that he went crazy and fell out of the boat into the water.
Fortunately, we met the Jianya Holy Land's boat, otherwise I might have drowned.
Yu Qingyang sat on his horse with a golden sword: "You, a divine general of the Xiahou Divine Sect, kneel down on one knee to me, a young man, don't you feel embarrassed?"
With a sincere look on his face, the sword general begged: "I would like to ask Master Yu Qingyang to help me."
"Let's talk about the situation first." Yu Qingyang felt inexplicably confident.
It seems that it will definitely help the general.
So Dao Jiang briefly explained the whole story.
Of course, the inside story of him being a traitor to the Yinhui Lake Ma clan was hidden, except that Xia Qingchen was the one who got in the way, causing him to be expelled and suffer nine days of death.
After hearing this, Yu Qingyang's eyes were indifferent: "It's only nine days, if my father takes action, he will definitely cure the disease."
The knife will make my heart beat loudly.
He was willing to kneel down on one knee to Yu Qingyang, not because of him, but because of his father, Yu Hualong.
A powerful figure who intimidated Tianyue Ridge.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Yu Qingyang. I am willing to act like a cow or a horse to repay you." The sword general felt like he was being pardoned, and he was extremely grateful.
Yu Qingyang's expression became unpredictable: "Don't be too busy thanking me, my father only saves useful people."
He looked at the sword general: "How much cultivation do you have left now?"
He had heard of the power of Jiu Ri Jue.
Each attack will reduce one level of cultivation.
Now I don’t know how good the sword will be.
Dao Jiang averted his eyes slightly: "There are still some."
Some?
Yu Qingyang's eyes sharpened, and with a move from the air, he grabbed the golden spear at his side.
The man was like a dragon emerging from the sea, suddenly thrust out a spear.
The golden spear set off a series of sparks and turned into a golden thread, heading straight for the sword general's chest.
The sword general will be frightened.
But he quickly realized that this was Yu Qingyang testing his own strength.
If it is too weak and has no use value, it will not help itself.
He was angry and angry.
The strong man in Xiaoyue's realm in the past was reduced to a desolate situation where his strength was tested by his juniors.
With anger in his heart, he laughed angrily and said: "No matter how miserable I am, I am not the one who can provoke you!"
He pulled out the black knife from his back.
"Slaying the Dragon with the Tyrant Sword!" As the Xiahou Divine Sect, he is the swordsman with the most exquisite sword skills.
There is no one better in swordsmanship than anyone else.
The jet-black flame turned into a giant dragon and roared out.
Regardless of the momentum or power, it is many times better than Xia Houjie!
Moreover, what the Sword General showed was the cultivation level at the pinnacle of the Eighth Transformation of Zhongxing!!
Although Xiao Yue's realm fell to this level.
However, he completely retained everything else.
The overall strength is no less than that of Zhongxing Jiuhua!
Yu Qingyang has only been practicing for a long time, how could he be his rival?
However.
There was a golden flash.
The cold golden spear penetrated the black fire dragon.
It was like sunlight piercing the darkness, hitting Dao Jiang's chest and penetrating to his back.
Time is frozen at this moment.
The sword general still maintains the state of operating his martial arts.
But his body remained motionless, and even his eyes were fixed.
Yu Qingyang stopped with an indifferent expression, and then slowly withdrew the golden spear.
A bloody arrow shot from the sword general's chest into the air.
His tall body slowly fell backwards to the ground.
There was disbelief in a pair of eyes that were gradually losing color.
He actually died in Yu Qingyang's hands!
And, it’s just one move.
Yu Qingyang took out a white rag and wiped the remaining blood on the golden gun.
His expression was extremely indifferent.
"With such a weak cultivation level, I despise even being treated like an ox or a horse." Yu Qingyang threw it back and inserted the golden spear back into place.
This is Yu Qingyang’s true strength!
Half a year ago, he was in the fifth level of the middle star.
But, after experiencing the White Lotus Saint.
He turned his grief and anger into strength, sacrificed his life to practice, and finally achieved unprecedented progress in the eighth level of star transformation!
Its realm is the eighth level of the middle star.
Coupled with his superb physical skills and martial arts, the combination has surpassed the eighth level of the middle star and reached the realm of the ninth level of the middle star.
Looking at Tianyue Ridge, there is no one among his peers who can rival him.
The Holy Master of Jianya saw this in his eyes and said: "Congratulations in advance to Qingyang for capturing Xia Qingchen's head."
Yu Qingyang shook his head and said: "I will not chop off his head."
There was a pause.
Then he said: "I only know how to destroy his whole family!"
After the life and death agreement was completed, the lives of their father and son were no longer protected.
He wanted to crush Xia Qingchen, Xia Yuan and his son to ashes with his own hands.
Let the Xia family be wiped out from the human world!!
so.
Xia Qingchen can only win, not lose.
What he carries is not his own life, but the entire Xia family!
Island in the middle of the lake.
After half a day of meditation.
Xia Qingchen and others finally stabilized their cultivation.
When you open your eyes.
Night Demon Dome stood in front of him with a smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with anticipation: "I really look forward to it coming soon after one year."
Xia Qingchen's potential is too huge.
A year from now, there will definitely be strength to fight.
"You want to leave?" Xia Qingchen heard the implication.
Night Demon Qiong nodded: "I'll go to Yinhui Lake first to find Hua Wenlei and have a discussion. We'll meet again later!"
Xia Qingchen stood up and clasped his fists: "Goodbye."
Night Demon Qiong stepped away.
When he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and said: "By the way, I have a sister who also came to Tianyue Ridge, trying to learn from me and challenge the top masters in various fields. If Brother Xia meets her, I hope to take care of her.
"
younger sister?
Without waiting for Xia Qingchen to ask, Night Demon Qiong ducked away.
"Are you starting to care for your sister now?" Yue Mingzhu said with a half-smile, "Brother Qingchen, please hold on, don't hold her up, she'll be in the room."