Fantasy Begins In The Restricted Area Of ​​Life

After a commotion, an ordinary-looking, medium-sized white-robed disciple walked onto the ring and held a long sword in his hand towards Zhou Qi.

"Junior Brother Zhou, the sword has no eyes, so be careful on the stage.

If I accidentally beat you to death, senior brother, don't blame me. "

These words were deeply affectionate and touching. If Zhou Qi hadn't been able to see the malice hidden in the other person's snake-like eyes, he might have believed it.

"Thank you for your concern, but rather than worrying about me, you should be worried about whether you will be carried away."

“You…․Hmph!

Boy, please remember, the name of the person who defeated you today is Xie Hui. "

Xie Hui's eyes showed a cold light, and after saying this, his figure turned to Zhou Qi's side like an earthworm.

Only a few feet away, the sharp sword in Xie Hui's hand flashed and stabbed Zhou Qi in the eye.

Zhou Qi had had a brief exchange with Xiao Wuyan before, but Xiao Wuyan's character was guaranteed, and that time he was just feinting.

But this Xie Hui was insidious and vicious. He would seize the opportunity to attack Zhou Qi's weak organs, clearly intending to blind his eyes.

Zhou Qi was neither impatient nor impatient. His body was as if it had turned into a piece of paper, sometimes soft and sometimes strong. He avoided Xie Hui's sharp sword by just the slightest every time.

Below the ring, Xiao Wuyan, who did not have much combat experience, couldn't help but become worried when he saw that Zhou Qi's situation was so dangerous.

On the contrary, most of the disciples of the Holy Spirit Demon Sect cheered and cheered, hoping that Xie Hui would kill Zhou Qi with a sword.

Xie Hui, one of the parties standing on the stage, became anxious.

Although he was happy when he heard the cheers of the junior brothers below him, the sharp sword in his hand could never hit Zhou Qi, which made him feel as helpless as hitting cotton.

"Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away!"

"are you an idiot?"

After Zhou Qi stood still, he looked at the mentally retarded Xie Hui and said sympathetically: "Now we are in the ring, you and I are competing in a duel, and you actually asked me to stand and stop running.

Otherwise, just stand still and let me try to chop down two swords.

Master Xu Changqing and Xiao Wuyan couldn't help laughing when they heard Zhou Qi's words, which made Xie Hui even more angry.

"Boy, you only use your words, and you will not be able to laugh in a while!"

Xie Hui stood there, withdrew his long sword and stood it in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

Large and small spiritual power particles condensed from the body to the sword body, forming a purple lightsaber.

"Senior Brother Xie's inherited sword, coupled with the Yang Sword Technique he practiced, are a perfect match."

"Yes, I see that Senior Brother Xie's Ziyang Sword has improved a lot."

"Has this kid ever practiced Taoism? He shouldn't have been frightened when he saw Senior Brother Xie's Purple Sun Sword Technique, haha!"

Many of the disciples burst into laughter. Xie Hui, holding the purple divine sword, was also very proud when he heard the comments from his fellow disciples.

Zhou Qi stood opposite and looked at Xie Hui, who was holding a purple lightsaber, as if he were a mentally retarded person.

"What on earth is this idiot so happy about? A set of sword moves that just emerged from the world of swordsmanship can actually be so happy."

The Nine Realm Kung Fu can be roughly divided into Immortal Rank, Saint Rank, Imperial Rank and Mortal Rank from high to low.

The Ziyang Sword Technique that Xie Hui is using now has only just surpassed the mortal level, even if it is said to be the imperial level, it is still difficult.

"Boy, just accept death! If you can die under my Ziyang's determination, you will not be wronged."

Zhou Qi put on a pair of dead fish eyes and felt extremely bored.

If he hadn't seen what the so-called Ziyang Sword Jue was, he would have taken action long ago.

I didn't expect that this rubbish sword technique would take such a long time to accumulate power. If he hadn't done it deliberately, Xie Hui would have been killed with one punch when he was accumulating power.

Xie Hui, who was opposite him, had no idea about this.

He only felt that after using the Purple Sun Sword Technique on the sword he inherited, his whole body was full of power.

The purple divine light flashes, seemingly capable of breaking through all illusions.

The unsightly boy in front of him was about to die under this sword. With his thoughts clear, Xie Hui felt that the power of this thing had increased again.

"die!"

Sharp purple light penetrated the space, and some disciples with insufficient cultivation were stung by this light and closed their eyes.

When the light dissipated and their eyes returned, everyone looked at the ring, and the result was that their jaws dropped.

The extremely sharp and powerful Ziyang Sword Art in their eyes was actually suppressed by Zhou Qi with one hand, and the purple light all over his body disappeared without a trace as if it had been washed away by water.

Xie Hui, the owner of the sword, had a head as big as a bucket at this time, was panting, and his face was red.

Beads of sweat as big as soybeans on the forehead dripped drop by drop to the wings of the nose, flowed through the chin, and then dripped to the floor of the ring, making endless sounds.

"You, what kind of magic are you using, kid?"

Xie Hui didn't want to believe that the Ziyang Sword Jue, which he had accumulated for a long time and was so powerful, could be defeated so easily by Zhou Qi with one hand.

He would rather believe that Zhou Qi used some weird magic method than admit that his skills were inferior to others.

Zhou Qi did not miss the opportunity to beat the drowned dog.

He had one hand on his waist, looking extremely frivolous, and the index finger and middle finger of one hand were firmly clamped on Xie Shi's family heirloom sword.

`々Evil method? It’s like sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

A person like you who only knows the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu deserves to compete with me on the same stage, it just makes me angry!"

Zhou Qi's two fingers exerted slight force, and the family heirloom sword that Xie Hui cherished was torn apart like a piece of paper.

Zheng!

The sound of steel breaking was heard [accompanied by Xie Hui who was knocked away.

"You, you, pfft!"

Xie Hui's expression turned from red to white, and then from white to green, and he said "you" several times without saying a complete sentence.

Finally, he violently vomited out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zhang Erhe was about to go over to check the situation, but Lin Changyuan had already stepped forward.

After putting his finger on Xie Hui's pulse to feel it, Lin Changyuan still said without emotion.

"Xie Hui's skills have been crippled, but his life is not seriously affected. He only needs a few days of rest to regain consciousness."

Zhang Erhe heard that Xie Hui's skills were disabled by Zhou Qi, his hair stood on end and his eyes were fierce,

"Boy, you actually dare to do such a cruel thing. Could it be that you really don't take my Holy Spirit Demon Sect into your eyes? Let's see how I punish you today!"

Zhang Erhe's body was floating in the air, and he was about to attack Zhou Qi on the ring, but a figure blocked his path.

The person who stood in the way this time was not Xu Changqing, but Lin Changyuanhao, a disciple of the Holy Spirit Demon Sect.

"Lin Changyuan, what do you mean?

Could it be that he wants to help outsiders deal with his own people? ".