Villain: In The Beginning, The Protagonist Is The Beautiful Senior Sister.

Chapter 1020 A Strong Man In The Early Stage Of The Holy Level

"A strong man at the early stage of the Holy Order is actually a strong man at the early stage of the Holy Order!"

"Oh my God, Qingyun is doomed this time!"

When the disciples saw this, their faces turned pale.

Qingyun's expression suddenly changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this moment, he finally understood what kind of monster he had provoked.

A strong person in the early stage of the Saint level is equivalent to the God level, or even more terrifying than the God level!

Qingyun took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is that person?"

"Haha, Qingyun, I advise you, it's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"As long as you follow me obediently, I guarantee that that person will not kill you, and will even focus on training you!"

"How is it?" the old woman said with a sneer.

Hearing this, the expressions of the disciples changed dramatically again, with panic in their eyes.

Even if they unite together, it will be difficult for them to defeat the early stage Saint level warriors, let alone the other party alone?

"I advise you not to think about it. No matter what bullshit conditions you say, I will never agree."

"Because I don't even pay attention to you."

Qingyun said indifferently.

"Okay! Very good! Then don't blame me for destroying the grass!" The old woman's face suddenly turned cold, her figure moved, and she rushed towards Qingyun.

Seeing this scene, Qingyun's expression also changed slightly.

A strong person in the early stage of the Saint level is a very terrifying existence.

"Humph, you're looking for death!"

Qingyun shouted coldly, waved his hand, and suddenly, a spear appeared and stabbed hard.

"boom!"

The two collided together, and a violent wind swept across them. Waves of air broke the surrounding trees.

"So strong!"

"Is this the power of a strong person in the early stage of the holy level?"

Looking at the old woman, the faces of the disciples became extremely solemn.

"Qinglian swordsmanship, the best swordsmanship in the world!"

The old woman roared, and a majestic momentum burst out, instantly turning into thousands of sword lights and slashing towards Qingyun.

Sharp sword energy tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Qingyun did not dare to neglect, and immediately used Qinglian Sword Technique, and started a fierce battle with him.

Although Qingyun was at the pinnacle of the Linghai Secret Realm, under the old woman's attack, tiny sword marks appeared on his body, and bright red blood slowly flowed down.

"too horrible!"

"Is this the strength of a saint-level warrior?" the disciple said in horror.

"This is not my strongest strength!"

"Qingyun, if I remember correctly, this is the third form of Qinglian Sword Technique!"

"There are three styles of Qinglian swordsmanship!"

"The first form, Tianshan Snow Rain!"

"Second style, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan!"

"The third form, Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls!"

After the old woman finished speaking, sword energy filled the sky and slashed down overwhelmingly.

"Green Lotus Sword Technique, Tianshan Snow and Rain, Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls!"

"Fourth style, thunder from the sky!"

Qingyun shouted, waving his palms in succession, and suddenly, countless sharp sword energies roared out like dragons.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The attacks of both of them were at the middle level of the Holy Order, and their power was unparalleled. Every sword contained terrifying power that could destroy the world.

Under the pressure of those sword energies, each of the disciples vomited blood and fell back, their faces as pale as paper. Obviously, they simply could not bear the terrible aftermath.

Not far away, the leader of the Qinglian Sword Sect and other elders were also stunned.

They never expected that the strength of a saint-level expert would be so powerful.

Their expressions gradually darkened.

"Qingyun, it seems that we really underestimated your strength."

"I didn't expect that you could actually understand the martial arts of the middle stage of the Saint level."

"It's a pity that for me, this level of martial arts is still a bit behind."

"Today, I will make you completely surrender to me!"

The old woman sneered again and again.

The sect leader of the Qinglian Sword Sect and the elders were shocked when they heard the old woman's words.

They knew that Qingyun's desire to obtain those martial arts skills was simply wishful thinking.

However, none of them expected that Qingyun would be so lucky that he would meet this old woman on his first day at Qinglian Sword Sect.

Now that Qingyun and the Qinglian Sword Sect have been at odds with each other, they must be defeated.

"Old man, your strength is indeed not weak, but I am not afraid of you. You want to suppress us all. Dream on!" Qingyun's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. He roared and suddenly slammed his palms. Holding the sword tightly, he swayed and rushed directly towards the old woman.

"Qingyun, you are seeking death!" A look of ferocity flashed across the old woman's face. She swung the crutch in her hand, and immediately, a majestic wave of air swept out and rushed towards Qingyun in an instant.

Qingyun's face suddenly changed drastically. He felt a huge pressure coming towards him, making him unable to move at all.

"Pfft!"

"Bang bang!"

The next second, his body was pierced by the old woman's crutch.

"ah!"

Qingyun's shrill screams echoed in this mountain range.

The old woman's face was full of sneer, and she put back the crutch in her hand.

"Qingyun!!"

"Senior Brother Qingyun!!"

When the disciples saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed and they quickly ran towards Qingyun.

Seeing those disciples, the corners of Qingyun's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a strange arc hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"My strength has already reached the level of the Secret Realm of the Spiritual Sea, and I am still at the peak of the Secret Realm of the Spiritual Sea. Do you want to defeat me just by yourself? Dream on!"

Qingyun snorted coldly, his body trembled, and thick energy and blood rolled out.

Rays of blood condensed into a bloody demon behind him.

The demon god was ten feet tall, wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat on his head, with a pair of bloody eyes filled with bloodthirsty. The soles of his feet stepped on the ground, making a loud thumping sound.

A terrifying aura erupted from the demon god's body.

When those disciples saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and their eyes showed fear.

Although the Qinglian Sword Sect is powerful, this demon is the nightmare for all of them.

"Qingyun, you dare to hurt my disciple!" The young man roared, his body suddenly rose up, and he punched the demon god.

The Demon God snorted coldly and slapped out a palm.

"Crack!"

The young man's chest bones were broken, and his body flew out. He fell hard to the ground. Blood spurted out from his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

That demon god exuded terrible pressure, like a huge mountain, pressing hard on the hearts of many Qinglian Sword Sect disciples.