Legend of Sword King

0A large hole appeared on his chest, and his heart was directly crushed. Fresh blood unceasingly gushed out from the hole.    0

    

Li Kuanglan raised his head. He saw Cheng Qing standing in front of him, looking at him with an indifferent expression. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.    

    

"You... "You..." Li Kuanglan pointed at Cheng Qing, his face filled with disbelief and incomprehension.    

    

"I'll have to trouble you with this. If you pull me close, of course I'll appreciate it, so I'll give you a sword." Cheng Qing revealed a sunny smile.    

    

Li Kuanglan fell to the ground and his expression instantly turned lifeless.    

    

Now he finally realized that the phantom just now was Cheng Qing in front of him. Cheng Qing had been captured by him and pulled him into his arms so that Cheng Qing could effortlessly stab him in the chest and crush his heart with his Essence!    

    

Li Kuanglan forced himself to hold his breath, and asked with great difficulty while spitting out blood, "You … She is clearly behind me, how is this possible? She is faster than me … In front of me? "    

    

Cheng Qing's smile did not lessen. "I forgot to tell you, I'll be going with 'Soaring Sky Technique' as well."    

    

Li Kuanglan felt as if he was struck by lightning. He could no longer hold on in a single breath, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell down heavily.    

    

He died with grievance.    

    

"Soaring Sky Technique" had actually allowed Chen Qing to succeed? How could this be? Why is this kid so lucky? What was the logic in this?    

    

But at least he understood one thing.    

    

Why did the girl with the nutmeg have a puzzled expression on her face when she saw him rushing towards her? She was clearly curious as to why he was in a hurry to charge at her, in a hurry to die …    

    

Ignoring Cheng Qing, even if it was just for an instant, was no different from suicide.    

    

Li Kuanglan understood this point.    

    

Unfortunately, he was unable to correct this mistake.    

    

Cheng Qing smiled as he returned to the cultivators of the Auland Sect.    

    

Li Kuanglan was dead, and the experts of the Li Clan were all dead as well. Chen Qing personally avenged the vengeance of the An Tian Sect, while Cheng Qing personally avenged Lin An's suffering. Right now, he was extremely satisfied.    

    

He did not disappoint his status.    

    

The two sides of the street and the back of the Tranquil Sky Sect were filled with onlookers. They had all stretched out their necks to look in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and based on the sounds of battle, tried to imagine what was going on there. Many scenes flashed through their minds, but none of them came from Cheng Qing who was killed by Li Kuanglan.    

    

Who was Li Kuanglan?    

    

Mayor Liu Li.    

    

He was at the Xumi Stage.    

    

Where's Cheng Qing?    

    

It was only at the ninth level of the Nazi realm.    

    

The name was unknown. Besides those people from the Southern City, no one had seen or known him before today, and no one had even heard of his name.    

    

Even now, there were very few people who knew Cheng Qing's name.    

    

How could he not be killed by Li Kuanglan when he barged into the City Lord's Mansion?    

    

But he didn't.    

    

Not only did he not do so, he even killed Li Kuanglan on the spot in a short period of time.    

    

The battle at the City Lord's Mansion today was out of everyone's expectations. It was simply not a scene they could imagine. No matter how much imagination they had, it was simply not enough.    

    

Thus, when they looked at Chen Qing, they were all astonished and at a loss.    

    

However, this did not prevent them from revering this unassuming youth in the market.    

    

If he even killed Li Kuanglan, then wouldn't he be the number one person in Liu-Li City?    

    

To be able to kill Li Kuanglan, who was at the Xumi Stage, with the strength of a ninth level sinner, such a youngster would definitely surpass everyone's imagination, right?    

    

Furthermore, he seemed to be very relaxed. There wasn't even the slightest bit of blood on his body. Could it be that he wasn't even injured?    

    

This was unbelievable!    

    

At this moment, the green-robed youth that stood in the middle of the long street had an especially imposing figure in the eyes of everyone. His bearing was especially elegant and unrestrained, and he looked especially mysterious and unfathomable.