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Yuan Mingqing, who was blasted out hundreds of meters by a blow, felt that his sternum seemed to be shattered by the bald head, and his clothes and pants had already been crushed into fine strips of cloth during the dragging. The scholar, who was pressed by his opponent, shouted angrily with round eyes, and with ten thousand strengths out of thin air, his hands actually flipped the opponent who was still in strength to the side.

Yuan Mingqing, who suddenly escaped, seized the opportunity to dodge up and float in the air out of thin air. The down-and-out scholar in ragged clothes who looked like a beggar was gasping for breath, and the hot taste in his chest made him tremble slightly.

Careless!

Yuan Mingqing reflected gloomily. He didn't expect that there would be Huang Ting Realm martial artists in this group of thugs, and he suffered a big loss if he reacted a little slower.

The bald man who was overturned to the ground was also surprised in his heart. Since he knew that his opponent was Huang Tingjing, he used all his strength as soon as he made a move, striving to defeat the enemy with one move. Under such an attack, the opponent can still find a way to get out and float in the air without being disabled. How could this Confucian cultivator's ability not make him admire.

"I have heard that the Confucianism and Taoism dual cultivation can resist the wind out of thin air, and your Excellency's method is probably the so-called unity of heaven and man." The bald man stood on the ground and looked up at his opponent in the air, and said coldly.

Yuan Mingqing didn't care about talking nonsense with him, so he seized the time to close his eyes and adjust his internal breath, and quickly repaired the injuries on his body.

Seeing that his opponent didn't answer, the bald man frowned and guessed the reason.

He secretly felt a pang in his heart, I am afraid that the opponent is really a Confucian cultivator with good roots, and he has already developed the aura of Haoran in his body. The heroic spirit of the great Confucian Mencius is known as the first self-cultivation method of the Zhongshan Sutra. As long as the faith in your heart is not extinguished, no matter how big the injury is, you can recover as before.

The so-called, mighty and unyielding.

Thinking of this, how could the bald man continue to let his opponent breathe out peacefully, and after a wild roar, he burst into a crackling red thunderbolt, and his body slashed towards the Confucian in the air like lightning.

The thunderous momentum brought by the bald man made Yuan Mingqing suddenly open his eyes. The scholar changed his usual hip-hop state, and his face was never more solemn. Haoran was full of righteousness, and the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties at this time finally showed the temperament that he should have as the first disciple of the collection of scriptures.

"He Xiaoxing, three or five in the east. Su Su night march, night in the office. Fate is different! ”

A little starlight lit up on Yuan Mingqing's ragged body, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a star robe to protect his body. The lightning-like body of the bald man slammed into the starry robe and burst into a little starlight, and he stopped his body abruptly. The bald man who stopped suddenly secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, but he saw that the Confucian in front of him had raised his palm to face him, and his slightly raised face contained a pair of arrogant eyes.

"There is death in the wild, and the white grass is wrapped up!"

Confucian holy words, golden rules. If you say it, you will follow it!

Yuan Mingqing's palm frantically shot out tens of thousands of thatchs made of white gas, roaring like arrows and piercing into the bald man's body, and the huge force instantly blasted him from the air to the ground. The non-stop white grass arrows directly blew the concrete floor hundreds of square meters below into powder, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust rumbled and tumbled for a long time, and there was no longer any life underneath. Yuan Mingqing, whose face was slightly pale, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and faintly felt a little out of strength. The bald man's sneak attack at the beginning of the shaking of the mountains was so pleasant. If it weren't for the scholar's hard work to support most of the strength, the opponent's cannonball-like body would have to shatter the entire several kilometers of Nanshan Road. The broken ribs in the chest of Yuan Mingqing, who were hit by this heavy blow, had already pierced the lobes of his lungs, and his hastiness was not enough to repair the injury. Yuan Mingqing, who was fighting for his seriously injured body and making a killing move, couldn't help coughing a few times, and his throat was covered with blood.

The pale scholar smiled bitterly, and he had no time to recuperate his body and rushed back to the store to rescue. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, there was a crackling sound in the dust underground. Yuan Mingqing immediately stopped, staring at the situation below with a gloomy face.

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In the café, Zhang Liang and Zhao Mingyang were horns of each other, confronting the man in black in front of them. Zhuge Xi raised his hand and released a ball of blue light, turning into an oval-shaped film to cover his body, needless to say, he knew that it was a powerful talisman baby.

There were eight people in front of him, one was a first-grade realm cultivator, two were a first-grade alien realm body cultivator, and one was a first-grade alien realm cultivator. There are four second-grade realms left, two of them holding short daggers, and two of them holding arrows and two guns.

Zhang Liang's expression was as solemn as water, this was the first time he had encountered an enemy with a team as a unit. None of the eight opponents is under him, and there is a faint cooperation between the various directors, and the staggered front and back standing methods make him not know how to start.

The eight people who intended to end the battle quickly with a thunderous blow did not give Zhang Liang and the others too much time to think, and roared forward in an orderly manner.

Zhang Liang's eyelids blinked and he had an idea, and he was not afraid to raise his sword to meet him. The strange wind step under his feet made him instantly pass through the four people who rushed to the front, and the long sword pointed straight at the remote personnel led by the first-grade weapon cultivator who was hiding behind. The red sky was full of red mangs, the sword aura was awe-inspiring, and with a move of the immortal pointed the way, he attacked the thinnest white old man among them.

The old man was a little caught off guard by the sudden accident, he didn't expect that his opponent would be able to break through the impenetrable attack of his accomplices and break through the air in front of him. The enraged old man shouted, his eyes flashing with purple light, and at the same time quickly retreated to avoid the deadly sword. Just now, he lay on the ground and saw that this kid had cut off the head of Ying Zhao with a single sword, and naturally he didn't dare to risk his life at this time.

Zhang Liang, who suddenly had a purple halo in front of him, felt that the surroundings began to spin wildly. The strong disgust from the spin made his fierce sword intent soften, and the old man calmly dodged away.

The old man's purple eyes were full of color, although his other skills were mediocre, but the power of this soul dementor was extremely vicious. As long as he is affected by the purple light, as long as he is still a martial artist, no matter what kind of ability he cultivates, he will inevitably be directly shocked by his soul. If someone has been watched by the dementor for a long time, then the soul will be extracted alive, and the end is extremely vicious. The old man finally cultivated this stunt to the first grade realm two years ago, and realized that even if he was a master of the Huang Ting realm from now on, he would be caused by the soul dementor to lose his soul for a short time.

The three accomplices next to the old man reacted quickly, and they didn't miss the opportunity to beat the water dogs. The black cloak of the first product repaired was windless and automatic, revealing the dense rows of flying knives inside, and this person quickly pulled out seven or eight handles between his hands and shot out, and the flying knives suddenly turned into a brilliant streamer and went straight to Zhang Liang's life.

The second-grade arrow slave shot in a row, and the sharp sound of breaking the air followed the flying knife. The last man was armed with two exaggerated silver pistols and jumped into the air to shoot wildly from another angle.

It was just a short half second of losing his mind, and Zhang Liang fell into death in an instant.

Suddenly, Chixiao once again came with a cool feeling, just like when he faced Liu Hao before, which immediately helped Zhang Liang stabilize his mind. Zhang Sizheng, who had regained his senses, had an amazingly fast reflex nerves, and at the moment when the three-way Qi Fei's attack penetrated his not very strong body, he narrowly dodged with Liu Hao's treading steps. Zhang Liang, who had escaped death, stepped on the mixing counter in shock, his eyes full of fear.

The opponent is four, and it is really tight!

Zhang Liangliang sighed in his heart, how could the four opponents not be shocked. Like this sword cultivator, who can still escape under the attack of the three masters after being hit by a first-grade soul dementor, they have never encountered it in many years.

This little Dingfeng Division, the hidden dragon and crouching tiger are unbelievable.

The assault foursome suddenly found that there was one less person in the encirclement in front of them, and they couldn't stop being surprised in their hearts, and they were about to look back at the rear. They were also afraid that their opponents' powerful swords would cause unpredictable damage if they approached the bodies of their lame companions. But this thought was just a thought, and the sudden explosion of violence in front of them made them have to concentrate on the enemy.

Zhao Mingyang, who was still bleeding from his lower abdomen, was full of blue light, and the quaint Xuanqing armor was already on his body. The brute bull shouted and faced it without fear, and he really planned to fight four at the same time.

The two second-grade dagger cultivators placed in the sudden cold arrow couldn't help but smile and rushed forward first. In their eyes, the actions of this defeated general were like looking for death.

Facing the opponent who seriously injured him again, Zhao Mingyang's swarthy face showed a hint of madness, and the two steel fists that danced violently and his legs like iron whips brought a tsunami-like fierce and rapid close-quarters combo, which suddenly made the faces of the two cultivators change instantly.

Drum rush!

Boom! There was a muffled sound, and a cultivator who couldn't react at first glance was hit on his forearm by the fist of the brute bull opening the stele and cracking the stone. The man screamed, clutching his half-broken arm and trying to retreat. The other was also frightened by the bravery of his opponent, and watched as the brute bull's other fist came towards him.

"Humph!"

The two alien one-rank body cultivators who were one position behind finally entered the battle circle. Among them, the one with a dark body stretched out his big hand to stop Zhao Mingyang's powerful punch, and the other person's complexion was as white as snow, and his slender arm was like a knife stabbing at Zhao Manniu's Xuanqing armor from the bottom up.

While! The earth shook with a loud bang, and Zhao Mingyang stopped his drum with a muffled snort, and was forced to take three steps back. The fist was easily stopped by others, and a hand knife made him suffer a dark loss, and Zhao Mingyang's fearless momentum had to be stunned, looking at the two of them gloomily.

The white people win the soil, and the black people are Xuanyin. None of them are the indigenous people of Zhongshan.

"You guys are still rushing to this skill. The end is shameless. Zhao Mingyang said hatefully.

The Ying Tu clan smiled gloomily and said, "Nonsense, our wolf genus has always been a flock. After that, he stopped talking nonsense and continued to work with his partners.

Zhao Mingyang's teeth were tightly locked, and he fell into a bitter battle again. The two first-grade realm alien body cultivation forces were obviously stronger than him, and he had no power to fight back under the combined force of one gang and one soft, plus the two second-grade realms used insidious means with daggers to see the seams. This situation is like a pack of wolves surrounding the bison and biting wildly. If it weren't for the fact that Xuan Qingjia was really powerful and resisted most of the strength, Zhao Mingyang might have been torn to pieces by these four people a long time ago.

Zhuge Xi, who was standing in the cyan light mask, had a faint worry on his face, and suddenly heard Ying Tu's words, and his pupils suddenly constricted. She immediately understood who this group of people really was.

It turns out that the wolf is coming, is it referring to the organization "Seven Wolves"?

Zhuge Xi subconsciously looked out from the collapsed wall, and his heart was clenched.

I hope that the bald man is not the dragon wolf of the seven.

Otherwise, Yuan, Ming and Qing may be more auspicious.