"Lu Guardian!" At this time, Cao Yanxin's cry sounded in the sky.

At the same time, Cao Yanxin's figure, which was originally standing in the air, turned into a water-colored rainbow and shot towards Lu Qing.

A trace of cold murderous aura flashed in his eyes, Lu Qing snorted coldly, lifted his right foot and stepped forward lightly, with purple light flashing on his foot, and a faint aura of Xunfeng spread. The whole person, including the middle-aged sword, disappeared from the spot at the same time as Lu Qing before he could pull out the sword.

So fast!

Cao Yan's eyes flashed, and almost appeared at the place where the middle-aged swordsman had stood before, almost as soon as Lu Qing disappeared.

By the ice lake, there are more than a dozen stone pillars about three or four feet high and three or four people hugged each other, with incense on them. This Qinghe City has almost an ordinary source of trade and is fundamentally derived from this glacier.

Lu Qing, who had disappeared, and the middle-aged swordsman suddenly appeared in front of the first stone pillar.

There was obvious fear in the middle-aged swordsman's eyes: "You can't kill me, my master is the swordsman Lu Lun, he will not let you go, you'd better consider--"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Qing's hand that had pinched his jaws tightened, and there was only a crack that could be heard, along with the middle-aged swordsman's jaw bones and two rows of teeth, were immediately crushed to pieces.

As soon as he stepped on the void, Lu Qing's figure disappeared again.

boom--

boom--

boom--

There were several dozen stone pillars in the middle, and a shattering sound suddenly made. The stone chips in the sky flew, and the stone pillars collapsed one after another until the last stone pillar.

Bang—

The middle-aged swordsman was deeply embedded in the stone pillar, his face full of gray. Seeing his almost twisted figure, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. They could see that the muscles and bones of the middle-aged swordsman's body had completely broken. Looking at his big, incredible mouth, he had already inhaled more and had less breathing.

Sure enough, after less than two breaths, the middle-aged swordsman tilted his neck and broke his breath. Looking at it again, his neck had been broken into several sections, and his whole body curled up naturally.

Lu Qing's body was spotless and fell gently to the ground.

"Boy, you're too bullying!" At this time, after a moment of shock, all the swordsmen started shouting, and the two swordsmen helped up the old swordsmen with broken ribs, staring at Lu Qing with anger, as if they were about to tear Lu Qing apart.

"Stop your mouth!" Cao Yanxin shouted suddenly, and the powerful aura belonging to the Sword Master quasi-master spread out and filled the audience. The crowd suddenly became quiet. At this time, all the ordinary sects in front of Qinghe Inn had dispersed, and the momentum here was not something they could bear.

However, it is obvious that among this group of people, the three sword-casting masters have a significant status and are quite reliant. At this moment, Cao Yanxin only targeted most swordsmen below the Sword Yuan Realm and did not affect them too much.

One of the sword-casting masters waved his bare right arm and shouted: "Lord Cao City, this man injured my master for no reason. Do not let him go. Moreover, this man's origin is unknown. I hope that the Lord Cao City has confiscated his sword weapon, pushed him into prison, and interrogated him well!"

"Yes, confiscate the sword weapon and press it into the prison!" As if inspired by this swordsman, a group of swordsmen who were originally suppressed by Cao Yanxin's momentum immediately agreed.

With a frown, Cao Yanxin couldn't help but glared at the sword-casting master who spoke fiercely. These three eighth-grade sword-casting masters were the three most insecurity in Qinghe City. Because these three people have the same friendship as the Qingfan-level sword-casting master Gu He, and the three of them are indeed masters of sword-casting, so they never take anyone seriously in this Qinghe City. Even if he, the sword-lord, was only a little afraid of them.

Why didn't he understand the meaning of the sword-casting master's speech? He tried to leave them with a different method. For these three sword-casting masters, it was undoubtedly more attractive than anything else. Looking at the sword-casting masters gathered here, most of the sword-casting masters have some relationship with these three sword-casting masters, either in terms of sword-casting, business, or some small forces that want to win over.

However, since his two sons and three guards returned last night, he had heard about Lu Qing. With his cultivation level as the Lord of One City, how could he have no idea about the younger generation of the neighboring Zixia Sect?

What's more, the Zixia Sect had already sent a letter to him, Fuyun Inner Sect. Lu Qing was the sword envoy of the Zixia Sect who sent the sword letter. The inner sect had sent the news nearly a month ago, asking the city lords of the three main cities to treat them well and not neglect them at all.

Just as he was about to say something, Lu Qing's originally raised footsteps stopped again, and a powerful wind and thunder sword intent suddenly erupted from Lu Qing's body. The violent wind and thunder sword intent gurgled, like the water of the Yangtze River, continuous. The strong and domineering wind and thunder sword intent condensed extremely, and countless purple lightning thunder sword burst out of the void, countless wind blades that were several inches wide were formed out of thin air, and the air became extremely stagnant in an area of ​​dozens of feet in a radius.

Song--

Countless sword weapons began to make wailing sounds, and the strong sword intent oppression made almost everyone present unable to lift a sword element, and even the action of drawing the sword could not be completed. There seemed to be an invisible shackle around their bodies to imprison their bodies, and many sword servants had half kneeled to the ground.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Twenty or thirty sword weapons that had not reached the third grade shattered in an instant, and many sword bodies of the third grade sword weapons began to appear cracks and slowly spread. In everyone's eyes, Lu Qing seemed to have turned into a giant purple lightning sword that was thriving in the sky. The sharp Xunfeng spread the space. The vast momentum and pressure almost pressed their bloodlines and made it difficult to breathe.

This is--

Cao Yanxin couldn't believe it. The sword intent, the legendary Fenglei sword intent, appeared in front of him at this moment. The pressure from the soul suppressed most of his spiritual consciousness. Even the water-slide sword seeds in the Dantian Qi Sea trembled, and half of the sword energy in the sword master's peak at the small heaven level were suppressed.

"I'm here. Those who want to get a sword can come up."

"I'm here. Those who want to get a sword can come up."

Lu Qing's voice was cold, but filled with a biting chill. At this moment, everyone realized that the seemingly weak young man in front of him was so powerful that no one dared to step forward because they didn't know if they would have the life to live until tomorrow if they went up.

At this moment, Cao Yanxin sighed in her heart. It seemed that the gap between his Fuyun Sect and Zixia Sect was getting bigger and bigger. He could imagine what would happen if Ning Huanzhen, the top player in the Fuyun Sect, had fought with Lu Qing, and that would be the result. It was really worse than the previous generation.

Although I think so, the situation in front of me still needs to be solved by him.

"Protector Lu, please take back the sword intent. This is just a misunderstanding. Cao Yanxin, the lord of Xiaqingshui City, would like to thank him for saving the two children last night. Cao is very grateful to him here." Cao Yanxin said as he bowed to Lu Qingwei.

It was not until this time that the swordsmen remembered that Cao Yanxin seemed to have called this young man Lu's guardian, but the situation was urgent before, and they didn't notice it. When they remembered it, they couldn't help but guess Lu Qing's identity.

The sword intent retreated like a tide, and everyone felt a lighter on their bodies, as if they had just drowned. The swordsmen, sword servants, and even the only few innate swordsmen, breathed in big breaths. At this time, no one dared to extract the sword and suppress people.

"How is it, I'm right? In the face of absolute strength, all the clever words and conspiracies are in vain. It's just a group of villains. If you don't have a sect, I would suggest you kill it back and forth. These people will be dead." Old Ye's voice sounded in Lu Qing's mind.

Then he said, "Don't think that my words are a bit careless about human life. This is the way of the world. Since you have embarked on the sword path, you must be prepared to die at any time. When you really walk out of your small world of Zixia Sect one day, you will find that this continent is more cruel than what I said, and it is happening every moment, not to mention coveting your magic sword. People have greed, and this fact is common."

"So, for such things, you and I remember that you only have two choices in the future. If your strength is not good, then you can hide your identity and escape thousands of miles away. If your strength is enough, then use thunder to shock or kill them directly. At these times, you can't explain clearly. Strong strength is the hard truth!"

Lu Qing nodded in his mind, and Mr. Ye's words had been verified at this moment.

"The Protector Lu comes from Zixia Sect, and is a distinguished guest of my Sect. It's not that you don't have any identity. You can leave." Cao Yanxin's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the sword-dryers, especially the three sword-casting masters, with a deep warning in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the old swordsman looked a little lonely and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm old, let's go, let's go."

Seeing the old sword-making master speaking, the two middle-aged sword-making masters could only stare at Lu Qing hatefully, and then left with the old sword-making master. Seeing the three backbones leaving, nearly a hundred sword-makers of course had no confidence. No one spoke, so they quickly dispersed.

PS: Well, next week, there will be a category-based push. The push may not be ranked. We have to wait until next week. This, everyone has another week of public service, cheer!
Chapter completed!