Super death chest system

Chapter 479

"not interesting."

Su Jin curled his lips, and he had all the energy to prepare for a fight with Qing Cang, but he didn't expect that the other party was so spineless and ran away directly. ,

But it doesn't matter if one runs away, the current self is already confident to get rid of Qing Cang, and it won't take long for Su Jin to ignore Qing Cang at all.

He has that confidence.

He looked into the distance, but the most important thing was to find the treasure chest.

Fenglei Swordsman walked alone on the mountain path, through a bamboo forest, and walked towards the halfway up the mountain.

Not long after, an ordinary small farmhouse appeared in front of his eyes. Seeing that small courtyard, the usually stern Fenglei Swordsman had a softness that was difficult for outsiders to see in his eyes.

Because this small farmyard is the home of Fenglei Swordsman.

Within hundreds of miles around here, there are barren mountains and wild mountains. No one knows that there is a small courtyard in this kind of place, and the person who lives here is a famous peerless genius Fenglei swordsman.

After a while, the Fenglei swordsman came to the door, and was about to open the door when his face suddenly changed.

His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Who!"

clap clap clap!
The sound of applause sounded, and then a few strange figures walked out of the tightly closed farmyard.

The most eye-catching one was a handsome young man, who was dressed gorgeously and had an extraordinary bearing, with a look of arrogance in his eyes, as if he looked down on anyone.

This young man has the second level of Martial King Realm. The three people around him are stronger than this young man, but they seem to be his followers.

"Fenglei Swordsman, I have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

The graceful young man said with a light smile, but there was a malicious look in his eyes.

"Jing Shaoqiu, it's you!"

Fenglei Swordsman's face changed suddenly, his eyes became cold, "What are you doing in my house!"

"doing what?"

The young man named Jing Shaoqiu chuckled, "With your intelligence, do you still need to ask?"

The face of Fenglei Swordsman became gloomy: "Is it because I defeated you that day and rejected the invitation of the Jing family, so you came to seek revenge on me? The majestic Jing family doesn't have this kind of tolerance, and is not afraid of ridicule by the world?"

"That's right, the reputation of my Jing family is so important, of course I'm afraid of being ridiculed by the world!"

Jing Shaoqiu clapped his hands and smiled, but immediately there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, "But when you defeated me, the young master of the Jing family, under the watchful eyes of the public, and refused the solicitation of the master in public, it was tantamount to beating the son of my Jing family." Face, do you think that after doing such a thing, you still want to stay out of it?"

"Hmph, when I competed with you that day, it was you who provoked me first, and afterward, Wusheng Sword King also said that he would not trouble me!"

Fenglei Swordsman said coldly, "Now your Jing family is going to go back on your word!"

Jing Shaoqiu sneered: "Fenglei Swordsman, Fenglei Swordsman, what do you think you are? You still promise! The so-called promise is only counted in front of people of equal status. And you? You are not qualified yet. Obtain the promise of our Jing family!"

Fenglei Swordsman's eyes became gloomy: "Hehe, people from aristocratic families really can't believe it."

He knew that today might not be a good day, so he immediately started quietly trying his luck, and prepared to fight out. Although the opponent had more people than him, if he wanted to escape, with these few people, he would not be able to keep him.

"Today, I was only going to abolish your skills and make you a slave of my Jing family forever, but I didn't expect that."

Jing Shaoqiu didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, but there was a smirk on his face, and a spiritual card suddenly appeared in his hand: "I didn't expect to find this thing in your room!"

hum!
A terrifying and boundless murderous aura suddenly erupted from Fenglei Swordsman's body.

The mountains and forests were filled, and in a short time, countless flying birds scattered in all directions, and their panicked cries resounded through the sky. Bamboo leaves fell one after another in the originally quiet bamboo forest.

The terrifying murderous intent immediately caused the complexions of the martial kings around Jing Shaoqiu to change slightly, and they stood in front of Jing Shaoqiu.

Fenglei Swordsman's eyes were blood red, his face was ferocious, he looked at Jing Shaoqiu firmly: "Put it down!"

Jing Shaoqiu smiled lightly, but he didn't feel panicked at all. Instead, he played with it casually, looking at the name on the spirit card: "Wan Feng, I heard that this is the name of the pariah who died at the hands of Wu Changchang 20 years ago." Let’s name it, that unrepentant pariah dared to challenge the old man without growth, but in the end he couldn’t even stop the old man without growth.”

"To shut up!"

Fenglei Swordsman suddenly shouted angrily, his voice was like thunder.

The murderous aura on his body became even more terrifying in an instant, and boundless hatred appeared in his eyes: "Jing Wusheng, an insidious and cunning person, has no qualifications to compare with my father. He was afraid of being defeated by my father's sword back then, so he even bribed me!" A friend of a friend poisoned my father's wine, such a despicable person, dare to call himself the Wusheng Sword King? Hahaha, ridiculous! He is just a villain! Your Jing family is also a bunch of villains .”

Hearing Fenglei Swordsman's insults, the smile on Jing Shaoqiu's face disappeared and turned cold: "Little bastard, you are so courageous, insult Wuchang Lao, and dare to scold my Jing family, just two, even if there is no What happened before, you will definitely die today!"

"Jing Shaoqiu, do you know my real name!"

A black light appeared in Fenglei Swordsman's eyes, and a terrifying aura appeared faintly on his body. The strong hatred in his eyes almost turned into substance, and his voice was as cold as if it came from hell, "Wan Mie Beijing!"

"Destroy Beijing?"

Jing Shaoqiu froze for a moment, then his eyes turned cold. "It's up to you!"

The Fenglei swordsman's face was as ferocious as a ghost: "I was born to destroy your Jing family all my life. Before I destroyed your Jing family, how could I die!"

"Hehehe..."

Jing Shaoqiu smiled, but there was no trace of a smile. He suddenly let go of the hand holding the token, but the spirit token fell to the ground, and he stepped on it.

With a bang, the spirit card was shattered, and Jing Shaoqiu's feet moved on the fragments.

Looking at the shattered spirit card, Fenglei Swordsman's body trembled suddenly, and suddenly became silent.

"A little lowlife dares to destroy my Jing family! I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

Jing Shaoqiu showed a sinister smile on his face, "20 years ago, Wu Chang Lao was able to kill your bastard father, today, I can kill you—"

Before the words fell, Jing Shaoqiu's voice suddenly stagnated.

Suddenly, he felt an extremely cold killing intent, which locked him tightly.

This killing intent carried an endless hatred, endlessly, and wanted to kill himself at all costs!
scoff!

An astonishing sword light suddenly cut through the air and slashed out.

fast!
too fast!
No one would have imagined that there would be such a fast swordsmanship in the world, as if it was over within a strike, Jing Shaoqiu felt a chilling light on his neck, and in the next moment, his neck was about to be cut open.

There was a shock in his heart, his eyes were full of horror, how could it be so fast, how could this little bastard's swordsmanship be so powerful, and this set of swordsmanship, he had never seen Wan Mie before. Jing has used it before, could it be that this is his true strength!
Originally, Jing Shaoqiu was a little dissatisfied with Wan Miejing's defeat to Wan Miejing, but only now did he realize that Wan Miejing still hid his strength when he defeated him.

But it's too late to understand now, Jing Shaoqiu couldn't react to this sword at all, not only him, but also the three martial kings around him who were one or two realms stronger than him, also didn't react come over.

Because, this sword is really too fast!

"No!"

Jing Shaoqiu roared crazily in his heart, full of hysterical fear, he was unwilling to die in such a place.

"waste!"

At this moment, a cold snort sounded like thunder.

Wow!
Wan Miejing's sword edge was about to cut through Jing Shaoqiu's neck, and he was only a short distance away, but the moment the sound sounded, his body flew upside down with a bang, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"hateful!"

Wan Miejing's eyes showed deep unwillingness, but he knew that there was an opponent that he could not fight against, and he would run away immediately as soon as he jumped!

But the next moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of Wan Miejing, and with a slap, Wan Miejing's body flew out.

It was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, his stature could be considered short, his eyes were extremely indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

"Sword of Death, hmph, you are indeed a bastard born of Wan Feng, and you have been hiding for 20 years, and you have actually stepped into the realm of the Martial King!"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, "Your aptitude is much better than your father's. If you are given another ten years, maybe you can really become Emperor Wu. By then, you will be a threat to our Jing family." Unfortunately, now, you don't have this chance!"

"brute!"

Wan Miejing stared at the middle-aged man angrily, with boundless hatred in his eyes.

"Uncle He!"

Jing Shaoqiu woke up from the death shock, his face was still pale, but when he saw the middle-aged man, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately looked at Wan Mie Jing on the ground with resentment: "I want to kill this bastard with my own hands. !"

Uncle He snorted coldly, and gave Jing Shaoqiu a dissatisfied look. The majestic Jing family Tianjiao is not even as good as a pariah.

But he didn't say anything, Jing Shaoqiu was the pride of his Jing family after all.

Jing Shaoqiu walked towards Wan Mie Jing step by step with a resentful expression on his face: "You bastard, today I want you to die without a place to bury you!"

He has a ferocious face, and a smear of black zhenqi emerges from the palm of his hand. This is a kind of zhenqi that is specially used to torture people. It was learned to play by Jing Shaoqiu on weekdays. It will definitely make Wan Miejing suffer the most terrifying pain of.

"Go to hell, pariah!"

Jing Shaoqiu slapped Wan Miejing's head fiercely.

Wan Miejing's eyes widened, filled with hatred and unwillingness.

He was not reconciled, and died here before he could take revenge!
"Can you get away from my apprentice?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from not far away.

(End of this chapter)