Invincible BOSS System

Chen Xinglie's martial arts energy and blood were all poured into the big sword, without reservation, the entire dantian was empty.

Peerless sword light, soaring into the sky.

Jian Qi split the rain curtain, cut into the clouds, and pierced a gap.

A ray of sunlight shone down along the gap in the cloud that was pierced by sword energy, and fell on Chen Xinglie.

Li Qinglian followed Shi Feiyu and had already rushed over. At this moment, she was standing next to Chen Xinglie. Li Qinglian looked up at the sky, her eyes full of wonder. Originally, Shi Feiyu had been clenching his fists, the blood in his body was rolling, ready to follow Chen Xinglie to death at any time, and at this moment he could not help loosening his fists.

Rainstorm is alluring.

Only around Chen Xinglie is the sun shining brightly.

Boom!

Thunder in the air exploded.

At the gap in the clouds, thunder ran wildly.

The dark clouds all over the sky quickly thinned and faded, and the rain dropped sharply. The sunlight spread rapidly from where Chen Xinglie stood to the surrounding area, instantly illuminating Donggang, Qingyun City, mountains and distant waters...

This scene scared everyone.

The sword arts of the female emperor of the upper realm shocked the common people in the world of the lower realm.

The heavy rain fell sharply today and the thunderstorm poured down.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, heavy rain obscured the sky.

The brilliance of this sword illuminates the entire sky and cuts open the rain curtain.

Chen Xinglie opened the sky with a sword!

Who can stop this method?

"How about this sword?"

Chen Xinglie lowered the big sword, his tone indifferent.

Huai Lingbo's eyes were full of horror.

How can a disciple of the inner sect possess such a method?

How can there be such strength at a young age?

This sword covered the rain and cloud, and even the sky was cut open. If it is cut on the body, where is there a way to survive?

The strength of the hidden realm could not give Huai Lingbo enough sense of security.

Huai Lingbo's eyes trembled, and she quietly stepped back for several steps. He looked at the big sword in Chen Xinglie's hand. With a lingering fear, he said with a strong smile: "Very good! Your family inherited the sword art, practiced very well! Completely...completely. You don’t need anyone else to point you."

It was fine after the rain.

Huai Lingbo felt that the sun was particularly dazzling, and the breeze came slowly and blew over the face and body of the Huai Lingbo milfs. She only felt that there were waves of chills all over her body.

At this moment, the white tiger phantom on Huai Lingbo's body disappeared without a trace, the previous vigor of Xingshi's questioning of sins had disappeared, and there was no more idea of ​​snatching sword art.

Chen Xinglie jokingly asked, "Is Elder Huai really not giving pointers?"

Huai Lingbo resolutely shook his head and refused, saying, "After two days, it will be the day when the disciples of the Qingyang Sect are judged. With your strength of this sword, far above those true disciples in the sect, I will wait until the day of evaluation. I will definitely suggest to the suzerain to promote you exceptionally and make you the eighth elder of our Qingyang Sect."

Chen Xinglie was not interested in the position of the elder of the Qingyang Sect.

The Qingyang Sect will be destroyed.

Not to mention being an elder, Chen Xinglie didn't care about it even if he was the sovereign.

Chen Xinglie put the big sword into his sleeves and said perfunctorily: "If this is the case, then thank you Elder Huai."

Huai Lingbo breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "You and I are in the same class, so we should support each other."

Chen Xinglie smiled non-committal.

The laughter has no intention, but the watcher has the intention.

Huai Lingbo's eyes were straight.

Such a look, such a smile, is more than the number one beautiful man in Qingyun City, he is simply the number one beautiful man in the dynasty!

Huai Lingbo couldn't help feeling ecstatic, and said meaningfully: "Before, you were just an inner disciple of the Qingyang Sect. I'm afraid I don't know much about the business scope of the elders of the Qingyang Sect. If you have time, you can always go to Qingyun Peak to find it. When I communicate, this elder will definitely welcome each other by sweeping the couch... Remember, it's sweeping the couch..."

Huai Lingbo glared like silk, and said the word sweeping twice.

Sweeping the couch means cleaning the couch.

This is for Chen Xinglie to communicate with her on the bed and quilt.

With a trace of disgust in his eyes, Chen Xinglie waved his hand and refused directly, saying, "This kind of thing is unnecessary."

Huai Lingbo stepped forward and made a posture of smoky eyes and flattering behavior, and asked in a charming manner: "Isn't this elder beautiful?"

"nice."

Chen Xinglie nodded in agreement, then shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, I am not used to the smell of you!"

Wind and dust!

The smell of a woman with dust is called the smell of dust.

Huai Lingbo trembled with anger and felt humiliated. He wanted to kill Chen Xinglie to vent his anger, but was deeply jealous of Chen Xinglie's strength, recalling the brilliance of the sword just now, thinking that Chen Xinglie's strength was stronger than her. Too much, if you really want to fight, you will definitely die.

"Humph!"

Huai Lingbo's face was pale, turned and left.

There was silence all around.

Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie stood on the side in a daze, looking up at the rising sun in the sky, dumbfounded, even forgetting to slacken their beards and horses, immersed in the power of Chen Xinglie's sword just now, and never recovered.

More than a thousand outside disciples were stunned.

There was silence for a while.

At this time, the wailing and groans of those who were lying on the ground, who were seriously injured, and who had not died of their breath for the time being, seemed particularly clear and harsh.

Chen Xinglie looked around.

There are more than a dozen inner disciples wailing.

Among them, Chen Xinglie was a bit impressed.

"Gushen?" Chen Xinglie thought for a while, and finally remembered this person's name.

The solid gentry clutched his severed shoulder, his five fingers stuck into the flesh like an iron hook, and said dyingly: "Forgive me... Brother Chen, forgive me! I just rob you a woman... a woman is like clothes, I I can pay you ten... a hundred... women, I am not guilty of death."

Chen Xinglie nodded his head for a moment, and asked coldly, "According to you, it really is not guilty of death, then do I want to remedy it?"

remedy?

Gu Shen's eyes were full of surprises, and he asked, "Junior Brother Chen, are you planning to heal me?"

The courtyard was in a mess.

The swords and weapons dropped by the inner sect disciples can be seen everywhere.

Chen Xinglie walked to a long knife, stopped, then raised a foot and kicked on the handle of the knife.

Whoosh!

The long knife flew off the ground and slashed through Li Temple's throat.

"Are you satisfied with this remedy?"

Chen Xinglie walked to Gushen's side, speaking warmly and smiling warmly.

"You...what is your remedy? You are making up the knife."

Gu Shen wailed, his neck crooked, and died of anger.

The people who fell to the ground with severe injuries were so scared that they quickly suppressed the groan, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

The courtyard was silent.

Finally clean.

Standing in the bright sunshine, Chen Xinglie looked far and near, and he looked at the tall buildings far and near. He knew in his heart: The three sects of Tushanzong, King Kongzong, and Xuanguizong, as well as the spies of the Datong Dynasty, must be in the building. Wait and see.

"This seat opened the sky with a sword, and the heavy rain turned clear. The expressions of those people in the tall buildings should be very exciting?"

"The three major sects, the army of the dynasty, seven days later, encircle and suppress Qingyang Sect!"

"This seat... wait and see."