When he was surprised, Jun Qianxi's hand condensed a cold aura and slapped towards him.

The spiritual power shield condensed on his body paused for a moment after coming into contact with the cold qi.

Jun Qianxi waved her bones again without hesitation, and the spiritual protective shield was like a mirror, which was easily shattered by her.

"What's that? What's that? He stepped back with horror on his face.

He clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was actually solidified, although it was only for a moment, but if the other party was of the same class, he would have been in a different place long ago.

"What's that? What's that? What is something? You're so cute! ”

A black voice swooped over his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

He shuddered, felt the hard things on his neck, and his face turned pale.

The little soldier leaned over and came face to face with him, the soul fire in his mind jumping, and the faint light of the fire made his heart tremble even more.

"Hmm! Fresh meat taste! Pinch to see if you can pinch the bleeding! ”

The little soldier didn't know what it was to be afraid, although its strength had regressed greatly after the contract with Jun Qianxi, but its body of the soldier king was still there, and the strength of the bones was not blown.

No matter how bad it is, can it fall apart, this is its nirvana.

Under the black cloak, its fingers popped out, and a piece of white bone pierced into the other party's face.

"Ahh

Two cries rang out almost simultaneously, one screaming and the other excited.

"It's bleeding, it's bloody, it's cute!"

The soldier said, poking him in the face again.

Blood holes appeared one after another.

"Creep, have you had enough?"

The corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched, this eighth-order peak was frightened, but he didn't know how to use spiritual pressure, so he just screamed.

If she didn't say anything, the creep would definitely make 108 holes in the man.

"Cute Xi'er, the little soldier is doing a very sacred thing, you actually say that the little soldier is playing? Hmph, the creeps are angry! ”

It landed on the other's neck and pinched it, and the slender neck was pinched off by it.

Blood splattered again.

It still raised its foot and stepped on the head, took out the soul and handed it to Jun Qianxi.

The remaining eighth-order pinnacle was a person from Rakshasa Island, and his face turned pale when he saw such a bloody picture.

"Third uncle, save me!"

He shouted at the ninth-order intermediate man.

It's a pity that the other party is entangled by Jun Wumian, and he can't think about it at all.

No one expected that Jun Wumian would actually be a ninth-order intermediate.

It was a well-known thing that he had been trapped at the peak of the Eighth Order for more than ten years, but no one knew that he had done it on purpose.

In order to break through the ninth order, with the help of the accumulated spiritual power, break the level again.

He was dressed in a navy blue robe, his white jade-like hands were flipping, and the strong spiritual power emanated from his palm, and the suppressed opponent could not be separated.

Compared to him, what makes people feel even more terrifying is Duanmu Ming, who has carried six masters of the same rank with the strength of one person.

The faces of the two of them curved from head to tail, as if the powerful enemy in front of them no longer existed.

"Second uncle? Second uncle counts as a green onion? Don't shout grandpa, go you! ”

Lingshan sent all the juniors and disciples to use spiritual power to send this eighth-order peak master into the air.

Mo Lingfeng walked on his horse, stretched out his hands and patted him on the man's body, sending him to Jun Qianxi.