The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 86
The third plane is the 'Condor Heroes' plane, which surprised Qingxuan.

However, the surprise was the surprise. When he came back to his senses, he suppressed his emotions and immediately focused on the task.

The first task is to carry forward the Wuji Sword School and become the number one school in the martial arts. I have had the same experience, so it is quite easy.

The second task is to win Xiaolongnv's admiration, but Qingxuan gladly accepts it.

The third task is to frighten the entire martial arts world. With his cultivation of the fourth level of foundation building, he can only frighten the martial arts world.

The fourth task is to kill the Mongolian leader. In short, it is to resist the Mongolian, but it is understandable. The last task is the leader's supreme martial arts, and he is already familiar with it.

Thinking of the five tasks, a smile appeared on Qingxuan's face. In his opinion, this is 2500 system points.

Having experienced two planes, he already knows the value of points. His own strength is closely related to the system points. The more tasks the system releases, the happier he is.

After recovering, she put the task aside for the time being, Qingxuan raised his eyes slightly, and looked around.

What came into view was a patch of dilapidated earthen houses, and it was not difficult to see that this was a village.

His eyes were fixed, and he happened to see two people talking at the gate of the village. One of them was dressed as the name of the village, and the other was a thin middle-aged man in Taoist robes with a sword hanging from his waist.

Qing Xuan didn't care, and walked up slowly with a faint smile on his face.

As they got closer, the sound of their conversation came into their ears.

"In the past few years, I have reported the information of various sects and factions in the world according to what the prince said. I don't know what the prince means?"

"My lord has already said that you have performed well, and when the Mongolian army breaks through Xiangyang, the position of the leader of the Quanzhen Sect will be yours."

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man's face was full of excitement, he clasped his fists, and said solemnly: "Please tell the prince, Zhao Zhijing has been designated as a Mongolian servant, and all sects and sects have information, and they are all loyal."

Stepping within dozens of steps of the two of them, Qingxuan's expression gradually became a little strange.

Quanzhen taught Zhao Zhijing?

Mongol?
Originally, he just wanted to ask for directions, but unexpectedly, he broke the scene of Zhao Zhijing colluding with the Mongols.

Zhao Zhijing was one of the strongest martial arts disciples in the third generation of Quanzhen Sect's "Zhi" disciples. However, he was narrow-minded, despicable and insidious. poisoned.

"Who are you!"

When Qingxuan approached, the Mongolian disguised as a Central Plains man noticed him and immediately shouted!
Zhao Zhijing was startled, and suddenly raised his head, seeing Qingxuan who was standing a few meters away, his face instantly became gloomy, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Did you hear our conversation just now?"

Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to Zhao Zhijing's question, but gave him a sizing up look with a half-smile on his face.

"You look like a dog, if you let Qiu Chuji know that the disciples of the Quanzhen sect have colluded with the Mongols, how would you feel?"

"He'll never know!"

As he said that, Zhao Zhijing's face was ferocious, and he immediately drew out the sharp saber around his waist, his internal force shot out, and his figure shot out violently.

First-class warrior.

However, when the tip of the sword was only half a foot away from Qingxuan, it was difficult for the cold light to advance even an inch.

Zhao Zhijing's pupils shrank suddenly, and a hideous expression froze on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

With the middle finger and index finger pinching the blade, Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and said indifferently: "It's ruthless, but you want to kill me with your three-legged kung fu?"

"you……"

Zhao Zhijing's heart was beating wildly, and he caught the sword with his bare hands!
"Oh!"

In the next second, Zhao Zhijing's body was like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood and flying, and finally hit the ground fiercely, kicking up a cloud of dust before Zhao Zhijing could react.

"Pfft..."

Falling to the ground, Zhao Zhijing spurted another mouthful of blood, felt the severe pain from all over his body, clutched his abdomen, and let out a shrill scream.

As for the Mongolian next to him, he recovered from his bewilderment, looked at Qingxuan with horror in his eyes, shivered, and ran away.

"Humph!"

Qingxuan snorted coldly, kicked the stone under his feet, and the stone shot out with a 'swish' sound.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, blood spurted out, and a blood hole appeared in the Mongolian's chest, and he collapsed to the ground with despair in his eyes, and finally fell into a pool of blood, completely losing his life.

"Escape? You don't even have the qualifications to let me do it."

After finishing speaking, Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, and walked slowly towards Zhao Zhijing who was a few feet away.

Zhao Zhijing clutched his abdomen, gasping for breath with a low wail.

At this moment, he only felt as if he was falling apart, unable to lift a sliver of internal strength, and endless despair surged in his heart, and he was actually crippled!

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he managed to open his eyes, only to see a foot descending from the sky, covering his face in an instant.

"I'm a Quanzhen Sect disciple, you...you can't kill me!"

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was already dominated by fear, he caught his sword with his bare hands, and with a single palm he crippled himself. When did such a terrifying person appear in the world.

Feeling the pressure on his face, he couldn't allow him to think too much, he didn't want to die, so he could only stumbling out of Quanzhen Sect to beg for mercy.

"Quanzhen religion?"

Qingxuan curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Don't say you are just a traitor, even if your father is Wang Chongyang, you must die today."

After all, a vast force swept out from his right leg.

"Oh!"

Accompanied by a dull sound, Zhao Zhijing's head burst open like a watermelon, scarlet blood was sprinkled all over the ground along with white slurry, his body twitched a few times, and then completely lost his vitality.

The headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, exuding a faint smell of blood, and looked extremely permeable.

Protected by spiritual energy, Qingxuan was still dressed in white, spotless, retracted his right leg, and walked towards the village as if nothing had happened, leaving behind only two horrific corpses.

Originally, I just wanted to ask for directions. Who would have thought of encountering such a thing?
This Zhao Zhijing was really cruel and merciless, he wanted to kill himself if he made a move, if it was someone else, he would probably have died by his sword long ago.

Of course, Qingxuan was ready to deal with them the moment he heard the conversation between the two.

Collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country, no matter what reason Zhao Zhijing has or whoever is brought in as the background, there is only one end for him, and that is death.

As for the Mongols, he took it for granted.

Stepping into the village, I randomly asked a resident to ask the location, and after learning that there was a small town dozens of miles away, I left the village directly and hurried on my way.

With light steps, the figure disappeared like a ghost.

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(End of this chapter)