i have a sword fairy

After a brief glance at each other, the two men, also two warriors, immediately punched without saying a word.

The two of them burst out with monstrous blood energy, and they punched and kicked with great force!

Taking a closer look, in the face of a high-spirited sixth-rank warrior, the timid man did not lose the slightest, and he was undoubtedly sixth-rank.

Two rank six warriors who could beat strange beasts on land and capture flood dragons in the water fiercely collided and lingered together.

Jiujiu Wufu does not rely on external force, any part of his body is a weapon, and his fists and feet are all killer moves.

The two are inseparable!

The situation is getting tense.

Just at a certain moment, the blood-eyed man's shoulders slumped slightly, and the dumb man seized the opportunity, kicked him flying, hit the barrier and bounced back again.

The blood-eyed man took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and charged forward.

The two collided again.

but.

Under the pressure of the magic circle, the blood-eyed man's attached gravity is getting heavier and heavier!

In the fight between the two, they gradually lost their support.

Begin to be passive.

It was knocked flying again and again, and the body fell to the ground under the mountain-like gravity!

The blood-eyed man was covered in blood.

Other people's are mixed with his own, blood is filled with blood, and his eyes are slowly blurred.

"How about a sixth-grade martial artist? Under the 'serving' of a thousand iron cavalry, a four-spirit magic formation, and a same-rank martial artist, there is not only a dead end."

Li Shida narrowed his eyes.

Gao Yi coldly looked at the situation on the street from the side, nodded when he heard the words, and said with admiration, "Mr. Li still has no last resort, and he expected the worst from the very beginning."

Li Shida smiled lightly.

In a room in the attic somewhere.

Su Xiaoxiao saw the crumbling figure bathed in blood on the street, with a pale face and trembling eyelashes.

Especially after seeing that Liu Sanbian was kicked in the head by the dumb man again, and then fell to the ground.

The little fox demon closed his eyes and tilted his head, "Zhao Rong, think of a way, tell him to stop beating, run away, if this continues, he will die!"

Zhao Rong did not speak.

He pursed his lips and peered through the narrow window.

Watch quietly.

On the street, the battle between the two sixth-rank warriors has already begun to turn one-sided.

The blood-eyed man was knocked flying again and again, and then he stood up with difficulty, but the next moment the dumb man was fleeting, and he was knocked back in a certain direction without giving him any chance to breathe.

At a certain moment, the dull man stopped and frowned slightly. This was actually an unequal battle, and the opposite was an opponent that he felt should respect. If it was normal, according to his temperament, he would never fight again.

However, he owes Langxi a great favor to the Qin family, which must be repaid.

His brows stretched and he no longer hesitated, and handed out a punch that was at its peak.

"boom--!"

The blood-eyed man was hit in the temple, his body flew sideways, and flew in the direction of Qin Ji outside the aura barrier, hit the invisible aura barrier again, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The body is motionless.

The timid man stood there and waited for a while, seeing that the blood-eyed man still didn't move, he kept vigilant and walked forward to three meters in front of the blood-eyed man.

"Hahahaha, dead, this waste is finally dead!"

Outside the barrier, Qin Ji laughed and walked forward.

The black-robed old man beside him frowned, but after looking at the aura barrier he laid, he no longer discouraged him, but he followed closely, just in case.

The timid man glanced at Qin Ji, who was slowly approaching outside the barrier, and said nothing. He picked up a spear with his foot, grabbed it with his right hand, and lightly poked the blood-eyed man lying on the ground motionless with his eyes closed.

Seeing that he didn't move, the timid man still didn't squat down and approached. Instead, he used his spear to jump off the clothes of the dead man on the ground, and began to examine it carefully.

Whether it is cultivating on the mountain or walking in the rivers and lakes, it is always right to be cautious.

While fanning the wind, Qin Ji crossed over to the barrier with his footsteps, tsk tsk, squatted down, three meters apart, across the barrier, smiled and tilted his head to look at the dead man buried in the ground.

"That's it? You want my son's head with this little skill? Hahahaha, come on, come on, get up, right here, you bastard, come and take it! Cut~"

Hearing the words, the timid man pursed his lips slightly, but didn't say anything. He put the tip of his spear into the abdomen of the dead blood-eyed man on the ground, twisted it gently, and tore off the clothes on his abdomen.

next second.

A strange pattern caught the eyes of the dull man.

His pupils shrank slightly.

It was... the pattern of a blood-colored five-petaled flower, with a... grimace on each petal.

The hair on the dumb man's whole body exploded!

Because he knows it!

It can make dying warriors burn three breaths of blood!

Forcibly upgrade a rank!

Just when the dull man was stunned.

A bloody hand came to the grimace five-petaled flower at an unknown time.

The five blood fingers were stained with thick black blood, and lightly pressed against the five ghost faces with different expressions.

"Hahaha, you're just as rubbish as your immortal father..."

Qin Ji's voice suddenly choked!

Because the head of the dead man in his mouth suddenly lifted up, revealing a pair of...

Blood eye!

One punch.

The dull man flew upside down.

Two punches.

The Four Spirits Array is broken.

Three punches.

The black-robed old man died.

A breath has passed.

Four punches.

blocked by something.

The golden lock on Qin Ji's neck bloomed with blazing golden light.

One more breath.

Five punches.

The golden lock is still there.

The bloody hand held out a finger.

"Negative Mountain" is tied with a sword furnace.

Broken golden lock.

The third breath has come.

Liu San changed, died.

Qin Ji raised his eyebrows.

A drop of blood spilled.

Chapter 97 清虚已至

This is a pair of clear eyes, hidden behind a casement.

It reflected the tragic scene on Suzaku Street at this time.

In the next second, his eyes gradually closed.

I do not know how long it has been.

"I caught the breath."

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

The bloody man just now handed out the last finger of this life in the three seconds of burning his life.

Zhajian furnace.

Zhao Rong is very familiar, because he has practiced it millions of times.

But the finger just now was still deeply imprinted in his heart.

Is this the fist that Brother Sanbian told me to take a good look at before he left in the morning?

At this moment, the qi and blood in Zhao Rong's body could not help oscillating, and the qi movement was extremely disordered, like a group of headless flies.

"...Uuu, what, what did you say?"

Covering her mouth, Su Xiaoxiao raised her head with red eyes and looked at the young scholar who was standing by the window with her eyes closed.

Zhao Rong could clearly feel the innate vitality that he had been looking for hidden in this chaotic energy, and slowly sorted it out and guided it.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and said calmly, "I have found the innate vitality in my body."

Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, the tip of her nose was red, "Zhao Rong, Liu San turned dead, he died, woo woo, he was fine in the morning, now, now, he died, woo woo..."

"I know."

Zhao Rong's tone was soft.

When the little fox demon heard the words, she forgot to wipe her tears for a while, and looked at Zhao Rong blankly.

The young scholar turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao calmly for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and held her small face the size of a slap.

The little fox demon was dumbfounded, and instead of blocking it, he tilted his head slightly.

With the thumb of his right hand, he carefully helped her wipe the tears that overflowed from her long, narrow eyes.

Her eyes were red from crying, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhao Rong's expression was solemn: "Don't cry."

Su Xiaoxiao habitually bit half of her pink lips, raised her head to meet Zhao Rong's eyes for a moment, and nodded.

"Don't cry little."

……

morning.

Boyun Mountain Lord.

A gazebo.

"Where are you going?"

"Liang Jing."

"What are you going there for?"

"Eat noodle."

Zhao Rong was speechless for a while.

He put the bookcase on the ground, sat on it, raised his head and stared at Liu Sanbian.