Yang Zhiwen and the others were startled, falling from the sky? This is another fighting king!?

He quickly and respectfully said: "I am the head of the Qingyun Sect, and I have met my senior."

The leader of Qingyun Sect? Four-star fighting master?

A trace of ridicule flashed across Bu Tieyi's face, "You dare to call yourself a clan like this? It's really ridiculous."

When the two of them heard this, their expressions immediately turned ugly, but they did not dare to show it due to the other's cultivation level.

Yang Zhiwen had no choice but to say: "I wonder if you, senior, have any advice here?"

"Do you know about the Baishan Sect?"

Bu Tieyi said coldly.

Yang Zhiwen's expression changed slightly. Even such a small change was noticed by Bu Tieyi. He sneered and said, "It seems that you guys know, tell me quickly."

"No, is this person related to the Baishan Sect? What should we do?"

A trace of fear flashed in Yang Zhiwen's eyes.

"Senior, we don't know anything about the Baishan Sect. You asked the wrong person."

Yang Jingjing said calmly.

"All the slaves from the Baishan Sect have come to your Qingyun Sect, and you tell me that you don't know anything about it? If you don't tell me, you two will end up just like it."

Bu Tieyi sneered, and suddenly slapped the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect with his palm. The newly repaired archway was immediately smashed into pieces, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky.

The two of them were startled by the power of Bu Tieyi's palm. At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the Qingyun Sect: "If you want to know what happened to the Baishan Sect, come in!"

"It's Brother Ning! Does Brother Ning know him?" Yang Zhiwen and Yang Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief. Bu Tieyi put a lot of pressure on them. If Ning Qi hadn't spoken, they weren't sure whether they could bear it.

live.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Bu Tieyi's face and he walked directly towards the Qingyun Sect. As a six-star fighting emperor, he had nothing to fear in a place like this. No one could ambush him.

At the same time, Ning Qi had already set up all thirty dragon-slaying cannons and was waiting for the opponent to come in. When Bu Tieyi just flew over, Ning Qi saw his attributes. Since he belonged to the Blood Killing Sect, he must have

He came here to avenge Qiu Wanli. Ning Qi didn't intend to show mercy, just to make sure that he never came back.

"Hey, as long as they are here, I will attack as many as the Blood Killing Sect comes."

Ning Qi looked at the dragon-slaying cannons and smiled to himself.

Bu Tieyi walked in with his head high and his eyes immediately caught sight of Ning Qi, who was sitting on a large pear wood chair in the center.

I saw Ning Qi wearing a golden sword, one foot on the edge of the chair, one hand casually resting on it, head tilted, looking at Bu Tieyi.

There was an inexplicable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"You look like this...you are! Hahaha, it took no effort at all! You were the one who killed Qiu Wanli, right?"

Bu Tieyi just thought for a moment and immediately burst out laughing ecstatically.

After he finished laughing, he looked at Ning Qi and nodded: "Well, the peak fighting spirit can kill Qiu Wanli, who is known as the Hundred Demon King. It is indeed worthy of publicity. It's a pity that you killed me.

As a member of the Blood Slaughter Sect, such a reputation will not only fail you, it will also harm you."

"I will give you two choices now. One, hand over the fighting weapon and I will let you die quickly. Second, I will take the fighting weapon myself, and I will take the person back to the sect and undergo thousands of calamities and hundreds of trials before dying. You choose.

."

Ning Qi smiled and said, "Have you finished speaking?"

"Um?"

Bu Tieyi frowned slightly.

"Now that you're done, please take a look at what's around you, right?"

Ning Qi said jokingly.

Bu Tieyi glanced subconsciously. His face was startled at first, and then turned pale instantly. He saw thirty silver dragon cannons standing quietly in the corner, and all the dragon heads were aimed at him at this moment.

"The Iron Dragon Cannon of the Kyushu Empire? Are you from the Kyushu Empire!?"

Bu Tieyi said in shock.

The next moment, he immediately turned around and ran away. No matter whether the iron dragon cannon was real or fake, he couldn't afford to bet on it. Even the nine-star fighting emperor couldn't bear the volley of thirty silver dragon cannons, let alone he was only a six-star?

"I want to run, but it's too late."

With a thought in Ning Qi's mind, the dragon-slaying fighting energy in his body was instantly drained and injected into thirty iron dragon cannons. The dragon head emitted a brief silver light, and in an instant, a silver cannonball the size of a fist was condensed.

Qi shot toward Bu Tieyi at such a speed that it was overwhelming!

At this time, Bu Tieyi was able to fly away from Qingyun Sect while he was still in mid-air.

Yang Zhiwen and the other two didn't know what happened, and looked at Bu Tieyi's figure in confusion. Then, a group of silver cannonballs came from behind and hit Bu Tieyi.

"No!"

Bu Tieyi roared unwillingly, and his body turned into powder. When blown by the wind, it dissipated without any trace.

Until his death, he could not understand how a simple mission could lead him to run into an ambush of thirty dragon-slaying cannons.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Six-Star Dou Emperor. However, due to the use of external force, it actually did not cause any damage to the Six-Star Dou Emperor, and the experience value was reduced to 30,000 points."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a gambling gift package, please open it within 24 hours!"

"The Silver Dragon Cannon has entered a cooling state, please wait 24 hours before using it again."

"Oh, there is still a cooling state?"

Ning Qi frowned. Before this, there was no special description on the properties. It only said that it could not be used continuously. He did not expect that the cooling would take as long as 24 hours.

From this point of view, the dragon-slaying cannon is not as useful as imagined.

"Oh my god, what on earth is going on? Did he get beaten to death by Brother Ning?"

Yang Zhiwen was stunned on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief!

Then Yang Jingjing quickly pulled him and ran towards the sect. When the two saw Ning Qi, Ning Qi had already put away all the dragon-slaying cannons.

"Brother Ning, you actually killed a fighting king!?"

Yang Zhiwen looked at Ning Qi as if he were a monster.

Yang Jingjing's eyes showed admiration. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and her face was a little red with embarrassment.

Fighting King?

Ning Qi smiled slightly. In order to avoid scaring the shit out of Yang Zhiwen, he did not tell him Bu Tieyi's true cultivation level, but said: "This person is the killer of the Blood Killing Sect. I didn't expect them to find him so quickly."

I have to leave here first, otherwise I will bring trouble to your Qingyun Sect."

"What!? Blood Killing Sect! Brother Ning, how could you provoke such a terrible sect!"

Yang Zhiwen's face instantly turned extremely pale. No matter how remote this place was, he had heard of the reputation of the Blood Killing Sect. This was something even the Qinglan Sect was unwilling to provoke!

Compared with others, his Qingyun Sect is not worthy of carrying someone's shoes. Any disciple can destroy the Qingyun Sect a hundred times in a minute.
Chapter completed!