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Ordinary gone, just as suddenly as he came, and he walked so suddenly, except for the feather in his hand, he seemed to have never come.

"So you are not dead, so I really want to know what you are, is it a dream, or is it real!"

Qinglin looked at the sky calmly, and then said lightly: "Since you're here, let's come out!"

A loud long groan sounded, and the dark yellow land trembled, and a figure quickly came to Qinglin's side, and the light around him bloomed.

"Are you the one who asked Jiuxiao to go back and talk?" The man looked down at Qinglin, as if he had superior pride, and looked around at Qinglin with disdain, and then the originally embarrassed Jiuxiao Marquis also felt at this moment, looking at Qinglin's face with excitement.

"What, who are you?" Qinglin was in a very unhappy mood at the moment, since someone sent it up, it was naturally unkind.

The man said proudly: "I am the seventh son of the Divine Kite, and the Nine-Headed Divine Kite is my fourth brother!"

The man looked at Qinglin indifferently, his eyes were full of cold killing intent, and then a purple mist overflowed, several feathers appeared on his hands, and the purple light flickered around his body, and his big hand came down under negative pressure, which was not polite at all.

Qinglin was a little dissatisfied, he hadn't made a move yet, but the other party actually shot first, it seemed that he was really self-righteous!

"Bang!"

Qinglin swung his fist forward, and the powerful power was put into the palm of his hand, and the fists of the two were like a divine hammer striking, clanging.

Qing Lin was slightly surprised, the body of the Divine Kite Clan was really strong, and it was actually able to block his fist. However, Qinglin was not worried, you must know that even if the nine-headed god kite competed with it, it would suffer a loss, he screamed lightly, and completely improved his combat power, his body was filled with a blood-colored mist, his pale red eyes were filled with cold killing intent, and a bloodthirsty aura permeated out, and Qinglin moved his killing intent.

In fact, after fighting with Qinglin, the seventh son of the god kite was also very surprised, you must know that his body is comparable to the Jiaolong clan, but there is still a feeling of soreness on the right fist.

"Boom!"

Qinglin stepped forward and punched out again, the blood and qi blasted out along with his fist, and there was a cold blood blade on top of the fist, in the face of Qinglin's such a powerful force, the seventh son of the divine kite flowed into a panicked look, fell to the downwind, was completely suppressed, and then turned into a purple lightning, flying upside down.

"Who the hell are you?" said in a deep voice from the Seventh Son of the Divine Kite, such a powerful person was definitely a Saint Son-level figure, how could he be so unfamous.

Qinglin sneered and said coldly: "You don't even know who I am, you want to kill me, it's really naïve, even a nine-headed divine kite can't kill me, why are you?"

"Let me see the magic of the Divine Kite Clan, or I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use it. ”

The seventh son of the god kite has a gloomy face, no one has been able to compete with their seven sons in the land of the Eastern Wilderness and the Northern Regions, and now someone dares to ignore them like this, although it is said that the nine-headed god kite in the northern region can be called the king, but the god kite clan has seven top masters in this generation, but the nine-headed god kite is the most powerful. The other six sons were hidden by their fathers, and they were just walking in the Northern Regions, so their reputation was not obvious, but if the younger generation was in constant dispute today, the six sons of today were in full swing, and the seven sons of the Divine Kite clan were almost the most powerful combat force in the Northern Regions. Looking at Qinglin indifferently, an extremely terrifying aura permeated his body, and the seventh son of the divine kite said coldly: "Take the death!"

A hideous claw appeared above his head, and then slammed down, the air around him scraped by the sharp claw hissed, and it was hard to imagine how strong the blow should be.

Qing Lin was a little surprised, it was the secret technique of the Divine Kite Clan, and he raised his hand to make a handprint, and his blood-colored palm held up the sky, and the two forces collided together.

"Buzz!"

The big hand is across the sky, like the setting sun, the remnant sun is like blood, the heavy is suffocating, and the yellow earth directly cracks.

"Shattered!"

But at this moment, the aura exuded by the seventh son of the divine kite was even stronger, his whole body was purple and the feathers were flickering, and he almost turned into a huge divine kite and swooped down, his cold eyes were emotionless.

He was like a purple lightning, he moved away in an instant, and came to Qinglin's body, with endless divine power, the feathers on his body burst out with terrifying might, "The wind is coming for ten days!"

Qinglin was surrounded by a sea of blood, and endless blood swords crossed the sky, blocking the dense divine power.

The Marquis of Jiuxiao looked at Qinglin with a shocked face, he didn't expect that in the face of Qinglin, the seventh prince of the god kite, who is now in full swing, there is such a powerful combat power, and now watching the seventh prince of the god kite fall into the downwind, he can't help but feel cold all over, if the seventh son of the god kite falls here, then he will also bear the supreme anger of the god kite clan, and even his father will be implicated at that time.

"Ten Days of Extermination!"

Seeing that Qinglin blocked his supreme speed, the Seven Princes of the Divine Kite roared, and one after another purple light broke through the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth, and derived a hundred-zhang giant sword, sparkling above the purple sword, extremely powerful, the hundred-zhang giant sword was volleyed in the air, and the boundless sword qi alone shattered the land at Qinglin's feet.

Standing in the center of the field, Qinglin Shen was majestic, the slightest trace of blood under his feet was permeated, the blood sword around his body was looming, there was no intention of escaping at all, he was dressed in blue hunting, his eyes were as bright as stars, his thick black hair was flying, and he was in the center of the independent field, facing everyone.

"You can't!" Qing Lin stretched out a finger indifferently, swaying from side to side with disdain, not caring at all about the attack of the Seventh Prince of the Divine Kite, standing there like a demon god with his spleen in the world, standing with his hands in his hands, without a trace of nervousness at all.

"Okay or not, let's talk about it next!" The Seventh Prince of the Divine Kite opened his mouth and shouted, dozens of hundred-zhang giant swords were concentrated around Qinglin, and the fierce sword qi formed a violent wind that swept the world.

"Boom!"

Qinglin didn't move, his hands were behind his back, and a blue and red giant python meandered out under his feet, and the hideous snake eyes looked coldly at the giant sword in the sky, and the giant python swung its tail.

The green snake burst out with boundless might, and the giant python went to the sky and smashed the hundred-zhang giant sword.

"Flutter!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, the seventh prince of the god kite looked at Qinglin in horror, he didn't expect that the other party was so strong at the same time as the fourth step of stepping on the sky, which made him feel like facing a nine-headed god kite.

Feeling the strength of Qinglin, the Seventh Prince of the Divine Kite flew away, and he knew that he was far from Qinglin's opponent.

Qinglin didn't attack, after all, the Divine Kite clan in the Eastern Wilderness Northern Region was still a behemoth, and as a last resort, Qinglin still didn't want to kill, how torn his face.

The Seventh Prince of the Divine Kite fled, and the Marquis of Jiuxiao looked at such a scene with some blankness, which should not have been like this in his heart, but the fact was that he was at a loss, and looked at Qinglin with some fear, he knew that his life was all in the hands of this man younger than him.

Qinglin looked at the Marquis of Jiuxiao with a smile and said, "Say, do you want to die or live?"

"I want to live!" said the Marquis of Jiuxiao hurriedly, for fear that he would be slaughtered by Qinglin if he was slow.

"Very good, I like to deal with people like you, let's talk about it, what is going on with the Divine Kite Clan, what Seventh Prince suddenly appeared?"

The Marquis of Jiuxiao swallowed his saliva and hurriedly explained: "My father and Lord Xuefeng have some friendship, so I have some relationship with the Divine Kite clan. ”

"The nine-headed god kite is the fourth of the seven sons of the god kite, and it is also the strongest one, and the rest of the people are not very famous originally, it seems that Lord Xuefeng has a snow to hide them, but in the past six months, they all seem to have come out of the mountain, and many of the younger generation of strong people around them have been defeated under their hands, making their fame skyrocketing, as for what is going on, I don't particularly know. ”

Qinglin thought for a while and said softly, "I want to know if there are any major events happening in Yongzhou City recently?"

"Yes, the Holy Lord of Yipin Jiangshan has a 500-year-old birthday, and Yongzhou City is holding it, and I heard that Lord Xuefeng is also going. The Marquis of Jiuxiao said in fear.

"Hehe, Da Shou, let's take a look!"