Unkind Li Qi

He looked at the fierce battle again, swallowed his saliva, pinched his nose and hunched his waist, pulled Hu Lai on tiptoe, turned his head and started running.

Yin was behind the white monster's triangular eyes while smiling cruelly, teasing these black-clothed people who seemed to him to be dying sooner or later, while inadvertently turning his gaze to the place where the target was standing just now, and at this glance, his figure suddenly froze.

"Oh no! Boss is not good!" In a moment, a pig-killing voice sounded in the field, overshadowing the chaotic noise of countless swords and swords, fire and swords, and for a while, everyone in the forest was startled by this voice.

"Boss, boss, the people are gone, the people are gone! Run, they are gone!" Triangle looked at the fat man who was still in a mess, crying and mourning, and even the words were crying.

"Ran away!" The fat man who was fighting with San'er was stunned when he heard this, and after this stunned, San'er grabbed an opportunity and made a cut on his fat arm.

The fat man screamed in pain and jumped out of the field, at this time his hands were full of blood, and he no longer looked like Maitreya before, but he saw his eyebrows falling, his eyes turned out, and his face was fierce: "Where did you run?"

"Over there, over there!" San'er said hurriedly as he pointed to the place where Uncle and Nephew Huli had slipped away. "It's not over there, it's ...... Over there!" While the white weirdo was distracting and manipulating the puppet, the transparent nose on the mask sniffed twice and pointed in the direction that Li Qi ran away.

"Which direction!" the fat man roared, and the soft sword in his hand "clanged".

"Over there!"

The two of them were frightened in unison, and once again each pointed in the direction they were pointing.

"Split up, the third child, you go after what you see, the second child and I chase the second child and smell it!" The fat man roared angrily, and he didn't care about grinding with these two people again, picked up the soft sword, jumped into the air, and injected the fighting energy of his whole body into it, and the soft sword that was originally like a snake suddenly became golden, hard as iron, and turned into a long sword about three meters long.

"Drink!" the fat man's eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand slashed across the dazzling curtain and slashed at the head of the black-clothed seven.

"Not good!" San'er turned his sword and hurriedly rushed towards the place where the black-clothed seven people were, but after all, he was a step too slow, but where could he stop this sword.

"Be careful!" he yelled at the Seven.

The seven people don't dare to be careless, the fat man can fight with San'er equally, he has already proved his strength, the difference between the senior sword servant and the intermediate sword servant seems to be only one order, but it is dozens of times the difference, not to mention whether the seven of them can take this sword together, even if there are seven more, they may not be able to catch it.

From here, you can see the difference between these big families and ordinary professionals, if they were ordinary martial artists, I am afraid that they would have been scattered and fled in all directions, but they are the servants of the Rong Mansion, not to mention the third-order professionals, even if they are fourth-order professionals, they have seen a lot, how could they be frightened by this sword.

If you are together, you will live, and if you are separated, you will die. They knew this very well, the golden sword above their heads was like a mountain pressing down on them, the breath of death was hovering in their noses, and the seven people didn't have time to think about it anymore, and they all shouted at the moment, not caring about the metal puppets around them, adjusting their positions, trying their best, and the seven swords came out together.

Red or golden, blue or blue, the seven swords slashed a brilliant tail flame in the air, colliding with the golden long sword almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

I heard an earth-shattering bang, and an explosion that was much louder than just now swept through the field, flying sand and rocks, branches and leaves, and the center of the explosion was dusty. The huge green nose on the mask of the white-clothed monster was crooked in fright, and he hid on the edge of the mask and shivered.

To say that the people who know the fat man best, it must be their own people, this sword down, the white-clothed strange man does not think that the seven people who are at a disadvantage in the fight with their puppets can block this sword, if they can't stop it, I'm afraid that even themselves and the triangular eye will have to die under this sword, if it is blocked, an alchemist, an earth attribute mage, the aftermath of the explosion is not something that their two weak bodies can bear. At the moment of crisis, he didn't think much about it, and he didn't have time to cooperate with the fat man to attack the back of the Seven, he now wished that the Seven could block this sword, how could he still drag them back, in an emergency, a group of metal puppets were blocked by him, and there was a gap between the puppets to resolve the aftermath.

The aftermath came as scheduled, but it was much heavier than he imagined, and the puppets that were connected together were like straw dolls, which were unstable and unstable, and they were swept out one by one, and the white-clothed strangers and triangular eyes hiding behind the puppets were still affected after all, and they both vomited a mouthful of blood.

This situation ...... Is it blocked?

How can it be!

The strange man in white was extremely surprised, the power of this sword was equivalent to the full force of the fat man's blow, it was a sword servant of the same realm, and he would be injured if he didn't check, how could he be blocked by the seven people in front of him together?

He fixed his eyes, but saw a man appear out of thin air between the fat man and the Seven, who was the leader of the Seven.

San'er stood proudly with a sword, his blood was boiling, his face was red, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a circular radial pit about one meter deep appeared under his feet, blocking this sword, it was not a small injury for him, but he finally caught up at the end, if he didn't block it, all seven people behind him died, and he returned to the Rong family safely, but he was afraid that the end would not be much better.

"Boss, it's okay!" the seven hurriedly came over and surrounded San'er, looking viciously at the fat man, the white weirdo, and the triangular eyes on the periphery.

Originally, the seven of them were surrounded by the white monster and the triangular eye, but now it seems that the eight of them are surrounded by the fat man and the other three.

"Don't be so nervous!" San'er, who was under their protection, finally stopped holding on, and coughed softly twice: "This sword is down, and the Buddha face is hard to fight back, and the heavy damage is only afraid that it is not much better than me." ”

The last sentence was said to the fat man in front of him, and the fat man laughed instead of being angry: "Good eyesight, you can take this sword, you don't look like an ordinary person, I advise you, ghost-faced Buddha bandits, idle people, etc., don't be overwhelmed, this time you are just a little injured, next time there will be no such good thing!"

After speaking, he waved his hand to the white strange man and the triangular eye, the two of them understood, nodded, one chased in the direction where Huli's uncle and nephew disappeared, and the other came over and hugged the fat man, limping towards the direction where Li Qi disappeared.

"Boss!" the thin man was slapped by the puppet, his face was swollen and basin-like, and he was extremely resentful, and when he saw the fat man looking very badly injured, he suddenly became murderous, walked in front of San'er, looked at the fat man's distant back, and made a downward splitting action.

San'er looked at the back of the fat man leaving, was silent for a long time, and when everyone was about to wait, he finally shook his head slowly: "No, you can't chase, he's cheating! The dignified ghost-faced Buddhist bandit, how can he not even receive the rebound of his own blow, I blocked this blow, but I was only exhausted, and suffered some internal injuries, he seems to be fat, but in fact he is strong, how can he be injured like this, he needs someone to support him to act, there must be fraud!"

Everyone thought about it and nodded one after another, and the thin man looked at the remnants of the defeated army and looked at the miserable people: "Boss, what do we want to do?"

"What to do?" San'er sat down slowly, pulling the wound again, grinning again.

"Let's chase ...... Still don't chase it?" the thin man was a little confused.

"What are you chasing?" San'er asked rhetorically: "I didn't see that I was injured like this, and I can't beat me if I catch up!"

"It's not...... Third brother, Li Qi ran away!" Someone on the side couldn't listen anymore, and hurriedly came out to explain to him.

"What! Li Qi ran away!" San'er jumped up suddenly, the blood from the corner of his mouth overflowed again, he had been fighting with the fat man just now, and then he took the fat man's sword hard, and he really didn't notice this.

"His uncle's! The people who came out of the Folding Crane Regiment are of this quality? Lao Tzu saved him, and he ran away without saying a word!" San'er was immediately filled with righteous indignation and scolded bitterly.

"Boss, after all, we are here to catch him back, and people are running away...... There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this...... "The thin man said weakly on the side. "Shut up, does he know I'm here to get him? Does he know! Does he know! He doesn't know! He doesn't know what he's running? I ask you, what is he running!" San'er waved his hands angrily, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding again.

"Then didn't I fight for nothing!" San'er was indignant.

"Third brother, there is also a reward for winning that ghost-faced Buddha bandit, the reward is not low, to be honest, we didn't fight unjustly, but our skills are not as good as others!"

"Did you know before the fight that they were ghost-faced Buddhist bandits? Well? I don't know! This fight was fought for Li Qi, Lao Tzu fought for him, and he actually abandoned Lao Tzu and ran away! Is this still a human being!" San'er roared angrily, and he burst into tears, and those who heard it were sad, and those who heard it wept.

"But it's the right thing to do!" muttered the thin man.

"Which way are you!" San'er glared angrily.

"I mean...... Are you still chasing after it?" the thin man quickly changed his words.

"We're so miserable, why don't we go back first. "Someone in the Seven suggested.

"No, I can't go back!" San'er gritted his teeth, if he let Li Qi go this time, he didn't know when he would come out alone next time: "Chase!

"Okay!" After thinking about it, everyone was already like this, and they were indeed a little unwilling to go back miserably, gritting their teeth and agreeing. "That'...... Do we still have to protect this kid?" asked the thin man weakly.

"In other words, we still have to fight the Ghost-Faced Buddha bandits?" someone was holding his head and had already begun to hammer it.

"Are we here to arrest him or to be a nanny for him!" Everyone burst into tears, the pain in their hearts, the entanglement.