Killing Ye Zhanqing, Killing the Magician

Ye Zhanqing looked at Wen Qingkong in disbelief, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She had done her utmost, pushing the Forty-One Styles of Water Splitting Swordplay to its limit, yet she had only managed to pierce the young man's cloth shirt.

What kind of martial art was this?

"What a pity."

"That was a new shirt I just got this year."

Wen Qingkong grabbed the cloth shirt with his right hand and tore it apart with a ripping sound, revealing his well-built upper body.

"Now that you've had your fun, it's my turn."

Wen Qingkong stomped with his right foot, and he shot out like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust from the ground.

"Such profound external martial arts!"

King Runner tightened his grip on his sword hilt. He had come today to capture Zeng Jing, but he had unexpectedly discovered a thorny character.

But no matter how thorny, he had to die!

Whoosh—

A somewhat ear-piercing whistling sound echoed in everyone's ears.

It was the sound of Wen Qingkong's speed reaching a certain level, causing friction with the air.

Ye Zhanqing's heart tightened, and the Watersplitter Sword suddenly unleashed a series of sword lights, stabbing forward based on instinct.

She couldn't see Wen Qingkong's movements at all.

Fortunately!

It hit!

Ye Zhanqing saw her sword pierce Wen Qingkong's chest.

But soon, the joy on her face froze.

Because the sword in her hand didn't encounter the resistance of piercing a human body. Instead, it pierced through Wen Qingkong without any resistance.

"Afterimage!"

King Runner was shocked. He didn't expect this young man's speed to be so fast that he had created an afterimage.

"Lei Bin, Lian Sheng!"

King Runner knew that Ye Zhanqing was no match for Wen Qingkong, so he immediately ordered Dark Stone's two veteran assassins to attack.

Lei Bin flicked his sleeves, and two silver needles shot out.

Lian Sheng flicked his short blade, and flames ignited on the blade. Then, the blade light wrapped in flames, like a fire dragon sweeping towards Wen Qingkong.

"Too late!"

Wen Qingkong roared and threw a right punch!

Whoosh—whoosh—

A sharp whistling sound rang out, and Ye Zhanqing's pupils suddenly dilated. Her vision was completely filled with this fist!

Pfft!

Ye Zhanqing's beautiful face exploded like a watermelon under the force of the fierce and unparalleled fist, with white, yellow, and red mixing together and splattering on the ground.

At this moment, Lei Bin's silver needles and Lian Sheng's fire blade had arrived.

Wen Qingkong grabbed Ye Zhanqing's headless corpse with both hands and swung it through the air, sending the silver needles and flame-wrapped blade light crashing into Ye Zhanqing's headless corpse.

"Here you go!"

Wen Qingkong kicked Ye Zhanqing's headless corpse, sending it straight towards King Runner.

The always unfathomable face of King Runner finally showed a hint of anger.

Shoosh!

The long sword was drawn, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Then, sword light flickered, like the continuous drizzle of Jiangnan. Ye Zhanqing's corpse was torn into pieces, falling to the ground.

This tragic scene would probably make anyone who saw it want to vomit.

However, King Runner didn't feel anything. His cold eyes, with the coldness of a thousand years of ice, locked onto Wen Qingkong.

"Very good!"

"Very good!"

"Great heroes are hidden in the marketplace, and great masters are hidden among the common people!"

"I'll see if you can survive today."

"Kill!"

With King Runner's command, he lunged forward, his sword also aimed straight at Wen Qingkong.

Lei Bin and Lian Sheng attacked Wen Qingkong from the left and right.

Lei Bin's silver needles relied on catching opponents off guard, and in this wide courtyard, the needles faced no obstacles, allowing Lei Bin to fully utilize their potential.

He was like a viper, coiled and ready to strike, waiting for Wen Qingkong to expose the slightest weakness, so he could deliver a fatal blow!

The Magician Lian Sheng was there to support King Runner, his short blades wreathed in flames, flashy but capable of intimidation. The swirling orange flames were even more frightening than blade energy.

In addition, the Dark Stone assassins went straight for the room. Dark Stone had been established for a while, and they had encountered experts before. They knew how to coordinate.

Wen Qingkong's martial arts were high, but the mother and daughter with him might not be as skilled.

"Stop!"

Seeing the Dark Stone assassins rush towards Li Lan and her daughter in the room, Zeng Jing leaped out, grabbing the Watersplitter Sword that Wen Qingkong had plunged into the ground. Her figure shifted, and she unleashed a series of sword strikes, blocking the Dark Stone assassins.

Wen Qingkong noticed this out of the corner of his eye, and the killing intent he held towards Zeng Jing lessened somewhat.

King Runner was indeed extremely powerful to be able to found Dark Stone. He must have reached the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. His swordsmanship was fierce yet light, sometimes like a gentle spring breeze, without a trace of aggression; other times like a violent storm, waves crashing nine layers high, filling every inch of Wen Qingkong's space.

Under King Runner's aggressive swordsmanship, Lei Bin and Lian Sheng had much more room to maneuver.

The flames on Lian Sheng's short blades grew even more intense, like a roaring fire dragon, attacking Wen Qingkong.

"If you're practicing martial arts, just practice martial arts!"

"Why mix it with magic tricks, making the blade work neither blade nor trick!"

Wen Qingkong landed a punch on King Runner's long sword, then shifted his body, exposing his left side completely to Lei Bin, and darted into the flames.

Lian Sheng was startled.

Lei Bin seized the opportunity, firing four silver needles in quick succession, hitting Wen Qingkong's vital points with speed and precision.

Wen Qingkong burst out of the flames, his left hand using Vigorous Eagle Claw Skill to grip the back of a blade, his right hand like an eagle's claw, sweeping across.

Thwack!

The flesh and bones of Lian Sheng's throat were torn apart by Wen Qingkong's eagle claw.

He made a wheezing sound like an old, leaky bellows, then fell to the ground, dead.

The silver needles arrived.

Wen Qingkong activated Shaolin Golden Bell Shield and Thirteen Iron Bodyguards, his whole body like steel. Ding, ding, ding, ding, the silver needles struck his skin and fell to the ground.

King Runner's sword light arrived, attacking Wen Qingkong's eyes.

He had already seen that Wen Qingkong's external martial arts were formidable. There were few in Mingzhou who could compare to him.

But those who practiced external martial arts also had weaknesses, areas that were difficult to train, such as the eyes and lower body.

King Runner was now aiming for Wen Qingkong's eyes.

Facing this fierce sword strike, Wen Qingkong didn't panic, and circulated the fourth level of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art.

Clang!

King Runner's sharp sword energy, sharp enough to pierce ten layers of armor, struck Wen Qingkong's eyes, and actually produced the sound of metal clashing!

The Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, as the White Lotus Sect's top-tier external skill, had only one drawback: it took a very long time to cultivate. But other than that, it was all advantages!

Weak points?

They didn't exist!

Wen Qingkong's whip kick struck King Runner's jaw, fierce and powerful.

King Runner bent backward, avoiding the kick, while sweeping his long sword downward through the air.

Wen Qingkong was about to change his move, striking King Runner's ribs with his fists, but was forced to retreat by the long sword.

At that moment, Lei Bin attacked again, stabbing at Wen Qingkong with a short spike.

Wen Qingkong changed his fists to claws, unleashing Vigorous Eagle Claw Skill, masculine and domineering, claw shadows filling the air, truly like an eagle spreading its wings and striking the sky!

Clang, clang, clang!

A pair of flesh claws, at this moment, clashed with the short spike, actually producing the sound of metal striking metal.

At the point of impact, sparks flew, revealing a firework-like brilliance of killing intent in the night!