"Senior is so serious about his words. How can a kid get into the eyes of his three-legged cat skill?"

Zhuang Yanqiao was humble in his mouth, but his hands were constantly moving. A pair of long swords, with extremely sharp momentum, slashed towards Lin Qi.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The sound of metal and iron fighting was endless. Zhuang Yanqiao used his sword to cut the stick, but he was not at all inferior. On the contrary, Lin Qi was beaten by his extraordinary body movement and retreated one after another and could not resist.

The constant numbness and pain from his hands weakened his control over the black stick in his hand. When Zhuang Yanqiao swung his two swords, he would also bring out a sharp roar, and cut it into his body like a sharp blade. Although it was almost unobstructed with his strong protective energy, it made him look very embarrassed.

"The little baby's skill has reached such a level!"

Lin Qi's heart was filled with shock. The true qi and attributes were standard for the peak masters of the heavenly level. The boy in front of him was only thirty years old, and he could actually cultivate such true qi.

Lin Qi thought of Huang Mengli's power just rushed in, and looked at the frost gradually rising around Yun Bingqing, and suddenly felt that the task was not simple.

Back then, the ancestors of the emperor launched a battle to destroy these major Tianzong desperately. Others thought they wanted to cover up something, but now, according to the people in front of them, perhaps what they wanted to cover up and get was on these people.

When his mind turned to this point, Lin Qi looked at Nan Yu deeply. Without hiding his weakness, the black stick shone with a faint green light, and waved towards Zhuang Yanqiao with an extremely powerful momentum.

Seeing Zhuang Yanqiao's courage at this time, Zixu felt even more passionate.

If these seven people were of this kind of strength, if they could rescue them and pull them into the Wuyou Sect, he would never dare to imagine the great contribution.

"The disciples of Wuyou Sect obey orders! Everyone who worships the Pavilion today will be killed without mercy!"

Zixu did not hesitate anymore and shouted in a deep voice. The sword in his hand shone with purple light and rushed towards Xu Hao again. His disciples also joined the battle group.

Yun Bingqing and Huang Mengli looked at each other and rushed towards the Lord of Xunlong Pavilion and the Lord of Sihai Pavilion who were with Lin Qi.

The battle started again, but this time everyone present had already taken out all their strength, and all kinds of lights suddenly flashed and flew in the field.

I don’t know who built this copycat meeting hall, but it was very strong. After being affected by many attacks, although the dust fell like rain and looked a little crumbling, it had endured such pressure and never collapsed.

The bandits hiding in the corner of the wall are also indescribable. This village is actually an old village that has been deserted for many years. I don’t know how many owners have been replaced and repaired. The hall is even more outrageous. As a result, so many people are fighting here now, they have no idea of ​​leaving, which has led to their own way out.

The battle was in a stalemate, but Yun Bingqing and the other two were fighting against the people in the worship pavilion. At this time, Yun Bingqing, with an umbrella and a sword, with an extremely cold aura, was fighting with Huang Mengli, ice and fire, and the Lord of the Wanjian Pavilion and Xunlong Pavilion kept fighting, complaining in the world of ice and fire.

The two of them were as if they were facing the storm of sunshine, sweating profusely, and then they were as if they were falling into an ice cellar, and their bodies were cold and they could not even use their uncomfortable skills.
Chapter completed!