Chapter 622: Old Dog, You Want Me to Kneel Down

The disciples of Jixia Academy could not bear the strong pressure.

They slammed their knees on the ground and knelt down one after another.

The sound of plops was endless! The faces of the elders and deacons changed suddenly, and many of them shouted in panic: "Master Deng! Cheng Buxiu is too arrogant!"

"Cheng Buxiu has broken the rules! Master Deng, why don't we stop him?"

Deng Yangqiu looked indifferent, without turning his head, and shouted coldly: "Noisy!"

"Shut up!"

He was not in a hurry, but watched the scene with interest.

Suddenly, the eyes of other elders and deacons were shocked and puzzled.

No matter how slow everyone was, they could see that there was something fishy! "Deng Yangqiu, he doesn't care about the life and death of my disciples of Jixia Academy! He must have been bribed by Cangshan Academy!"

"I'm going to find Master Li to do justice!"

A red-robed elder strode out and shouted loudly.

But before he finished speaking, Deng Yangqiu suddenly turned around, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He stared at the red-robed elder and smiled coldly: "You bastard! How dare you frame me!"

After that, he waved his hand casually, and a divine force shot out and shot at the man's head.

The divine force flashed and instantly pierced the forehead of the red-robed elder.

The red-robed elder died tragically on the spot! With a plop, the body fell to the ground.

The pupils of the others shrank immediately, and they dared not speak nonsense anymore.

Although they all guessed that Deng Yangqiu had been bought.

But under the pressure of his strength, no one dared to resist.

The elders were silent.

In the square, the pressure exerted by Cheng Buxiu was getting stronger and stronger! There was panic in the eyes of the disciples, their bodies were pressed to the ground, their heads were lowered, and they even felt difficult to breathe.

Many people even began to beg for mercy loudly.

It seemed that they were all afraid of Cheng Buxiu! Only Ye Xinghe stood stubbornly, holding the broken sword with all his strength.

Even though the broken sword in his hand had made an unpleasant creaking sound and showed signs of breaking.

Even though his body was torn apart and finger-long wounds were all over his body.

He still did not bow his head! His head was raised high! His back was straight! His trembling legs refused to bend at all! "You refuse to kneel?"

Cheng Buxiu's eyes flashed with surprise, and then a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He sneered, "Good boy, you have backbone, right?"

"I want to see how long you can hold on!"

His voice suddenly became cold, as cold as ice.

Cheng Buxiu sneered at the corner of his mouth, and stepped down one step after another! With every step, the pressure on Ye Xinghe doubled! Boom! Boom! Boom! After three steps, the surrounding stone slabs had turned into powder.

The disciples were pressed to the ground, and many of them vomited blood and wailed loudly.

With a wow, Ye Xinghe spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body was covered with finger-length wounds, densely packed all over his body.

Blood was flowing everywhere, and he was already a bloody man.

The bones on his body were all cracked by the pressure.

Cheng Buxiu raised his head proudly and sneered: "Kneel down!"

"I can make you die more quickly!"

Hearing this, Ye Xinghe's body trembled, and then he kept shaking.

It was not because of fear.

But because he was laughing! Suddenly, Ye Xinghe laughed up to the sky.

Between his lips and teeth, the blood was dyed scarlet.

That smile looked extremely ferocious.

"Old dog! You are fucking dreaming!"

The fire in Ye Xinghe's eyes was jumping slowly, burning more and more vigorously! He smiled coldly: "A man's knees are made of gold!"

"I, Ye Xinghe, only kneel to my parents, heaven and earth!"

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised high: "How can I kneel to an old dog!"

Hearing this, Cheng Buxiu frowned, a hint of anger appeared on his face, and he sneered: "You little beast, you are really not afraid of death!"

"Today, I will kill you!"

After saying that, Cheng Buxiu flicked his sleeves and raised his left palm high.

The divine power surged on his palm, condensing into a palm shadow more than five meters long, and blasted towards Ye Xinghe.

The palm wind whistled, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air! There was a palm that could shatter mountains and rivers! If this palm hit Ye Xinghe.

He would definitely die! At this time, Ye Xinghe's face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and tried to dodge.

But, the momentum was pressing on him like a mountain.

He couldn't move! It seemed that it was a dead end! The giant palm shadow whizzed down, only three feet away from Ye Xinghe's head! Seeing that Ye Xinghe was about to die under the palm! At this moment, a roar came from behind Ye Xinghe: "Old thief Cheng!"

"If you dare to touch Ye Xinghe, I will fight you to the death!"

The sword light arrived before the man! A bright sword light streaked across like a meteor, attacking Cheng Buxiu with the force of thunder.

The sword light bombarded the giant palm shadow.

The vast sword light, extremely sharp, bombarded the giant palm shadow, instantly tearing the giant palm shadow apart.

Cheng Buxiu's face suddenly changed, and he quickly waved his sleeves and blasted out another palm, smashing the sword light.

Suddenly, Cheng Buxiu's momentum was broken! The overwhelming momentum disappeared in an instant.

All the disciples of Jixia Academy fell to the ground.

Even if the momentum was gone, many people were severely injured and fell to the ground wailing and rolling.

Ye Xinghe's shoulders relaxed, and he turned his head suddenly and looked back.

Cheng Buxiu frowned and turned his head to look.

Others did the same.

For a moment, everyone turned their heads to look.

When they saw the person clearly, everyone in the Jixia Academy was surprised.

"Li Taishang! It's Li Taishang who came to save us!"

"Great! We are saved!"

Cheng Buxiu and others were shocked.

"Li Chunyang!"

Cheng Buxiu's pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of disbelief, and he exclaimed: "Weren't you suppressed by Wu Bin and Jin Zhanpeng?"

"Why are you here!"

In the distance, above the sky, the wind and clouds surged.

Li Chunyang held a long sword, his clothes were on the ground, and he walked in the air.

The powerful momentum made everyone breathless.

"How could those two trash suppress me!"

Li Chunyang smiled coldly, raised his hand and threw out two bloody heads.

That was the heads of Wu Bin and Jin Zhanpeng! The two had been killed by Li Chunyang! Cheng Buxiu's face suddenly changed, sometimes blue and sometimes purple, and there was a touch of horror in his eyes.

He stared at Li Chunyang and murmured in a low voice: "How can he be so strong?"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Li Chunyang's face was full of coldness, and he pointed his sword at Cheng Buxiu: "Old thief Cheng!"

"Today, I will take your head!"

The next moment, a bright green light burst out from the blade! The mighty sword force soared into the sky! But just as the sword force started, it suddenly stagnated.

Li Chunyang's body trembled slightly, his face flushed strangely, and there was a streak of blood at the corner of his mouth, slowly flowing out.

He quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trying his best to cover it up.

The next moment, the sword force rose again! The sword light on the long sword in his hand became more and more brilliant, and it was fluctuating.