"Retreat!"

Zheng Kun made a quick decision, and was about to draw his knife and retreat.

But it was too late.

Li Changjing let go of their weapons, and blasted out his fists in the lightning and flint, starting with the first type of Arhat Rushing to the Sky with the Great Luo Buddha's hand, and in just one second, seven or eight golden palm prints had already been punched, all of which hit the chests of these two people, and they screamed on the spot and flew out more than ten meters upside down.

Among them, Zhang Qilin also hit a big tree with a basin thick, rumbling, shaking the birds perched on the tree to fly out in fright, hulala, and the sound of chirping was endless.

Zheng Kun and Zhang Qilin, as the first order of desolation, of course will not lose their combat effectiveness because of this, the two of them returned to the front at the same time after a few seconds, although the appearance is a little embarrassed, the shirt hair is messy, but the breath is calm and restrained, obviously only a little injured.

"Zhang Sanye, this guy has a lot of strength, and it may not be easy to win it in a short time." Zheng Kunsen said.

"Then Brother Zheng, do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course there is." Zheng Kun put the black knife back into his sleeve and said with a cruel smile: "We can divide into two ways, you will temporarily drag that Li Changjing, and I will clean up the white-haired Lu Li and the woman, in this way, Li Changjing will not be able to take care of everything, and it will definitely be a mess." ”

Zhang Qilin's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "It's a clever move, if Li Changjing dares to be distracted to save people, if you attack with me again, he won't be able to parry." ”

"Then let's do it!" Zheng Kun sneered, his whole body was surging, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and he rushed towards Lu Li and Xu Huairou.

Li Changjing frowned, and immediately followed Zheng Kun forward, but Zhang Qilin had already stopped him first, with a horizontal sword in his chest, and sneered: "When you come to such a place, you dare to bring two oil bottles, do you really think you are a character?" ”

Li Changjing didn't say a word, just handed it out with a punch.

Zhang Qilin saw that his fist was fierce, and in an instant, he conjured up a giant fist mark, blasted at him fiercely, snorted slightly, retreated a few meters, steadied his horse, held a sword in both hands, and slashed down from top to bottom.

In the inky night, a white sword gang was slashed straight out by Zhang Qilin, colliding with the fist print, and the two immediately exploded after touching, turning into a violent Yuan Force in the sky, rolling up bursts of sand and soil around, and the shrubs and flowers that were closer were uprooted, and were blown down in the distance by the strong wind, a mess.

On the other side, Zheng Kun crossed the bonfire and rushed straight at Xu Huairou, but Lu Li was faster, and stopped in front of him first, urging Yuan Li with all his strength to send out the strongest punch.

"Stinky fish and rotten shrimp." Zheng Kun showed disdain, and also punched his fist, the two fists collided together, only to hear a scalp-numbing sound of bones breaking, Lu Li's face turned pale, he staggered back a few steps, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his entire right arm had fallen weakly.

On the other hand, Zheng Kun's expression was indifferent and he did not move.

Lu Li did his best, but Zheng Kun only used three points of strength.

This is the gap in the realm.

"As long as there is still a breath in the next breath, I will never let you hurt Miss Xu's hair!" Lu Li covered his right arm, and his handsome face was full of determination in the face of death.

Zheng Kun took out a bundle of rope from his sleeve bag, looked back at Li Changjing, who was fighting with Zhang Qilin, and said expressionlessly: "Any heroism doesn't work, if you are interested, go away, I can still save your life." ”

Lu Li took out a Huayuan Pill and swallowed it, the broken bone in his right arm immediately began to heal, he was silent, his mind was racing rapidly, hoping that he could come up with a way to deal with the crisis in front of him.

Xu Huairou put down the half-eaten roast chicken, put her hand on her heart, endured the invasion of wisps of cold air, and began to try her best to mobilize the scarce yuan power in her body.

"Look for death!"

Zheng Kun combed the rope and found that Lu Li still had no intention of giving way, so he was immediately furious, took a step forward, and made a fist with his right hand, about to smash the head of this white-haired little white-faced person on the spot.

But at this moment, he only heard a terrible scream from behind him, and Li Changjing held a silver-white long sword of exaggerated length and swung it diagonally.

A blood-red sword arc drew a pleasing arc like a ripple, not only splitting the sword in front of Zhang Qilin on the spot, but also cutting off his entire right arm holding the sword.

Empress Zhang Qilin retreated, her eyes were horrified, looking at Li Changjing's expressionless face, a strong fear and chill rose in her heart, and she turned around and ran out without thinking about it, rolling and crawling, like crazy.

Zheng Kun's face changed greatly, and he didn't know what was going on for a while, Li Changjing had already come to him like a ghost.

"Ahh Zheng Kun had red eyes, threw away the rope in his hand, took out the black knife just now from his sleeve, and swung it towards Li Changjing with all his might.

Hmmm-

Li Changjing raised his sword and fell, the silver-white long sword glowed with a strange blood light, cutting Zheng Kun's black knife into two pieces like cutting tofu, castration did not decrease, and instantly fell on his shoulder.

The next moment.

This first-order master, a line of blood appeared on his strong body, and then the blood line became larger and larger, splitting his body in two, and slowly falling to both sides.

"I forgot to tell you, what I just said was less than 20%, which means that you have a chance of escaping."

Li Changjing put the thin sword that was almost the same length as his waist in front of him, looking at Zheng Kun's slowly falling body, his indifferent face like a god of war who had just walked out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain under the blazing bonfire.

Calm and indifferent.