Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Under the reflection of the fire, there were many figures.

The rogues, armed with various weapons, rushed towards Jing Yu.

Some of these people wore leather armor.

Some people were wearing a thick leather jacket with a longbow hanging behind their backs.

I don't know where I got the equipment from.

Just after running for a while, arrows splashed over like water.

Jing Yu waved a gust of sword wind in front of him, blocking the arrow.

Although the martial arts of these rogues are mediocre, there are really too many of them.

Just as this group of people fell down, another group of people surrounded them.

Jing Yu ran with his sword in his hand.

This guy didn't just run, but ran in circles around the camp.

A monk of the Yi tribe hid in the crowd, trying to sneak attack Jing Yu.

But the moment he rushed over, he was overturned by Jing Yu's sword.

"I don't know, young master, I'm a rare gifted student in Huailu Academy in a hundred years? Just rely on you? Let's practice for another 100 years."

Jing Yu shot very methodically, trying to avoid wasting energy on those miscellaneous fish.

Instead, concentrate on dealing with a few Yi tribe monks.

Soon, three Yi tribe monks died under his sword.

Jing Yu jumped over the crowd with a big jump.

He went straight to the Yi tribe monk behind the crowd again.

"Your father is here!!"

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Chinese army camp.

Commander Ye Hao listened to the commotion outside, and didn't seem to be interested.

Glancing at the emissary of the Yi tribe, he prepared to leave quietly.

Standing here is not as comfortable as lying on a woman's lap.

Just as his back touched the curtain of the tent, a hand suddenly patted him.

Ok?

Ye Hao turned his head subconsciously.

The cold light is fleeting.

Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

After a while, he fell to the ground weakly with a "plop".

Li Pingan walked in calmly.

The emissary of the Yi nationality turned his back to Li Pingan, muttering something.

A plume of black smoke seeped from his body.

Where would Li Pingan wait for him to magnify his move, and handed it over with a knife.

boom! !

The knife flashed, but it seemed to hit some kind of hard object and was bounced back.

The messenger sneered, "This old man's scattered spirit array can be called the nemesis of monks.

Whether you are a martial artist or a Qi fighter.

The monks of the lower third rank were killing indiscriminately, and even the monks of the third rank were difficult to deal with. . "

Li Pingan frowned, "So powerful!?"

The messenger turned around, "It's unlucky for you to meet this old man, just wait to be sucked out of your body and die!"

The surrounding air immediately turned black, a gloomy aura.

Flooded in the entire space, twisted into a ball in mid-air.

Li Pingan showed a fearful expression, "This...what is this!?"

The messenger laughed loudly, "In a short while, the aura in your body will be sucked clean, and this is where you will be buried."

Li Pingan: "What? Will the aura in my body be sucked clean?

Don't, don't! "

The messenger shouted frantically: "Despair, let out the voice of despair."

As his shrill voice sounded, the blood and tyranny in the air became even worse.

A gloomy coercion suddenly rose in every inch of space.

The soaring murderous aura filled almost every inch of space, giving people a sense of suffocation and oppression.

Li Pingan gradually lost his strength and fell to the ground.

After half a cup of tea.

Li Pingan was lying on the ground, his whole body was stiff and his limbs were twitching constantly.

The envoy put down the teacup, and it was estimated that he had almost drunk it.

The other party's "heart pulse" was about to break, and his qi and blood were extremely weak.

The messenger waved his hand and untied the formation.

As he was about to leave the camp, he kicked Li Pingan hard on the way.

This kid can't be killed yet, the living are more useful than the dead.

Suddenly, something happened suddenly.

Li Pingan suddenly became violent.

"Whoosh!"

The envoy hurriedly backed away while tiptoeing.

It directly bumped into the opponent's feet, easily defusing the opponent's attack.

The envoy retreated to a safe distance with a look of surprise on his face.

"impossible!?"

His arms didn't feel numb, and there wasn't any blood flowing out, so it wasn't a serious problem.

However, there was a problem with the pulse phase, which was very stable.

It even went a little overboard smoothly, as if falling asleep.

Impressively piercing a thin silver needle on his arm.

The surrounding acupuncture points seemed to be blocked.

【Healthy Doctors: Acupuncture】

[The power of acupuncture and moxibustion is based on qi, gather the qi of the meridians under the needle, return the six needles to the position, and disperse the qi! ! 】

The envoy transports Qi to the dantian, uses spirit to guide the Qi, and breaks out of the acupoint.

Whizzing! !

The silver needle was blown away from his arm by him.

Although he quickly broke the opponent's stitches, Li Pingan caught the gap for a moment.

The envoy's sleeve was swept by a gust of wind, and the sleeve split a hole.

Without even thinking about it, he waved his sleeves.

An invisible force erupted, wrapping the flying sword drizzle in his sleeve.

[Swallows piercing the clouds: Shrinking the ground into an inch]

boom! !

There was a loud "click", and a huge force came.

Li Ping'an's knee slammed into the envoy's forehead.

He jumped out with all his strength and pierced into the opponent's bones.

The envoy staggered back, and he almost fainted from the shock.

As soon as Fang landed on the ground, Li Pingan slanted his knife again.

A cut was made on the opponent's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

All this happened only in the blink of an eye.

The envoy's response was not unreasonable, but Li Pingan's speed was too fast.

Within five steps, Qi practitioners from the same realm have absolutely no chance of winning against Wufu.

Although Li Pingan is not a martial artist, his strength is not weaker than that of a third-rank martial artist.

The move was fierce, without giving the messenger a chance to react.

The messenger's throat hurt, and a stream of blood flowed out from his throat.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, there was only a flash of cold light.

Coming towards his head again.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wings carries a terrifying power, which makes people's hearts jump.

What a sharp knife!

The emissary managed to dodge, when the cuff suddenly burst open with a "pop".

Li Pingan squeezed the sword formula, "Go!"

The sharp flying sword was only an inch away from the messenger's throat.