Qiu Chuji sat paralyzed on the ground, his breathing very low. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat. It was like rain, dripping down his cheeks.
At this moment, Qiu Chuji's heart was very restless. He never dreamed that he would be defeated by Yang Guo.
Moreover, Yang Guo had only used one punch to defeat him.
Yang Guo withdrew his fist and walked to Qiu Chuji's side, stopping in his tracks.
Looking at Qiu Chuji, a hint of disdain could not help but appear in her bright eyes as she said indifferently.
"Qiu Chuji, I didn't want to cause trouble. All of this was your own doing.”
At this point, Yang Guo paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a beautiful arc as he continued.
"To be honest, your Quan Zhen Sect's martial arts are really not that good.”
When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Guo's words, a trace of anxiety rose in his heart. He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at Yang Guo as he said weakly.
"Yang Guo, you…You... Don't insult Quan Zhen Sect."
As he spoke weakly, Qiu Chuji struggled to stand up, wanting to stand up and continue fighting Yang Guo.
However, after struggling a few times, he could not stand up at all. At this time, he had been seriously injured by Yang Guo, and his weak body did not have any extra strength.
Hearing this, Yang Guo said indifferently.
"Humiliating your Quan Zhen Sect? Qiu Chuji, you are wrong. With Quan Zhen Sect's strength, I am not interested in mocking them.”
"What a pity. Back then, during the sword competition on Mount Hua, Wang Chongyang defeated Medicine Master Huang of the Eastern Evil, Ouyang Feng of the Western Poison, and Hong Qigong of the Northern Beggar to become the number one martial artist. What a hero!"
"But look at Quan Zhen Sect now. If Wang Chongyang knew about this, he would definitely jump out of his coffin in anger.”
When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Guo's words, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of red blood. Then, his head tilted and his body fell to the ground like a pile of mud. He was actually fainted by Yang Guo.
Seeing Qiu Chuji faint, Yang Guo couldn't help but be stunned. He shook his head slightly and muttered to himself.
"With this mental quality, you still call yourself the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen. You're really thick-skinned.”
Immediately, Yang Guo picked up a sword from the ground and circulated his internal strength, ready to stab Qiu Chuji's throat.
Qiu Chuji wanted Yang Guo's life, so he was naturally Yang Guo's enemy. Yang Guo would not show any mercy to his enemies.
As the saying went, weeds would grow again if they were not uprooted. Yang Guo did not want to leave any future trouble for himself.
Just as Yang Guo wanted to take Qiu Chuji's life, a gust of wind sounded. Suddenly, Yang Guo felt his wrist being grabbed.
"Guo 'er, you can't kill Senior Qiu.”
The person who appeared beside Yang Guo and stopped him was none other than Guo Jing.
When Yang Guo heard Guo Jing's words, he immediately withdrew his hand. A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he replied.
"Uncle Guo, you saw it just now. This Qiu Chuji wants to take my life. If I don't kill him now, then after Qiu Chuji's injuries recover, he will definitely find trouble with me.”
Guo Jing was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Yang Guo with a complicated look in his eyes.
At this moment, Guo Jing felt that he didn't understand Yang Guo anymore.
"Are you really Guo 'er?"
Guo Jing couldn't help but ask Yang Wen.
Hearing this, Yang Guo pursed his lips and replied indifferently.
"Uncle Guo, I'm really too much. "However, I've been following Uncle Guo around the martial arts world these days and I've understood one thing. The martial arts world is dangerous and we can't be soft-hearted.”
After saying that, Yang Guo took advantage of Guo Jing's daze to circulate his internal strength. He held his sword and stabbed Qiu Chuji's throat.
In an instant, a wound appeared on Qiu Chuji's throat, and dark red blood flowed out of the wound.
Qiu Chuji's breathing suddenly stopped, and he went to report to the King of Hell in a coma.
After dealing with Qiu Chuji, Yang Guo did not hesitate at all. He held the sword in his right hand and drew out several sword flowers. He then killed several Taoist priests from Quan Zhen Sect who were lying on the ground.
Several Daoists from Quan Zhen Sect did not even have the time to call for help as they followed their Uncle Master Qiu Chuji to play Fight the Landlord.
Yang Guo glanced at the corpses of Qiu Chuji and the others, and there was no trace of pity in his bright eyes.
These people wanted to kill Yang Guo, but now, they were killed by Yang Guo instead. They had only themselves to blame.
Guo Jing smelled the scent of blood and immediately came back to his senses. He was stunned when he saw the corpses on the ground.
Guo Jing had been in Jianghu for more than 20 years. It was not that he had never seen a corpse, but he had never seen one like Yang Guo.
A young man holding a sharp sword killed a few people in a simple and crude manner. His face did not turn red or his heart did not jump, as if he had killed a few beasts.
To be able to do this, how much mental strength did it require?
Guo Jing's face darkened as he berated Yang Guo in a low voice.
"Guo 'er, didn't I tell you not to kill Senior Qiu and the others? Why didn't you listen?”
Yang Guo threw the sword in his hand to the ground. When he heard Guo Jing's words, he chuckled and replied indifferently.
"Uncle Guo, I've already explained everything to you.”
Hearing this, Guo Jing was instantly enraged. He raised his palm and gathered the internal strength in his body, wanting to slap Yang Guo's head ruthlessly.
The strong wind blew Yang Guo's hair in the wind. When Yang Guo saw that Guo Jing was about to slap him, there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he said indifferently.
"Why, Uncle Guo, do you want to attack me?”
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