Chapter 87: My master is dying

"Hehe, don't say that this king is not injured, but this king is injured, how can you bear me with such a wretch?" Qi Miao glanced at the masked man coldly and said with an arrogant smile.

Who the hell is this person, he even knows about Mo Xi's injury, and he also has murderous intentions towards Mo Xi, which is not a lot of courage!

"Then let me ask for advice on the tricks of His Royal Highness the Regent!" The masked man said as he used his spiritual power to attack Qi Miao.

"Bump!"

Qi Miao used Qiankun Silk to block the blow of the face man, and took the opportunity of the mask man's retreat to throw the Qiankun Silk in his hand like a mask man again.

"Bang bang bang!" The two fought inseparably.

After a while, the masked man gradually became anxious, and the "snap" masked man was caught off guard for a while, and was hit by the turning Qiankun Silk, and his face immediately swollen.

"His Royal Highness the Prince Regent is really strong, then I'll see how you block it!" The masked man covered his swollen face angrily, and stared at Qi Miao fiercely.

"Smack!"

Qi Miao took the opportunity of the masked man to be stunned and gave him a "symmetrical operation".

"Click, click." The entire space was filled with the shrill sound of masked men grinding their teeth.

"Since you toast and don't eat and drink, then don't blame me for being unkind! Give it to me! The masked man was completely enraged by Qi Miao's behavior, and directly summoned all the people who were hiding in the dark.

Moreover, the strength of these people is actually a cultivator above level six, and it is not much better than the mask man!

"Bang bang!" The pink blood scattered throughout the pool, and the fallen leaves around it also fell, giving it a strange beauty.

While dealing with the attacks of dozens of people, Qi Miao was looking for the whereabouts of the masked man, wanting to get rid of him first, but found that he couldn't find the man's location at all.

Because the outfits of these people who came out in the back were exactly the same as the masked men, black clothes, black robes and gold masks!

Even the scent on their bodies is covered with special spices, making people completely unable to feel the difference between them.

"Master, I'll go and bring you rescuers." Seeing that Qi Miao was faintly falling to the downwind, Xue'er couldn't help but run out worriedly.

Great Demon King, my master is dying, come quickly......

Qi Miao saw that Xue'er ran away, and she didn't stop it, but let it go, she is only at the peak of the third level now, and it is reluctant to fight against a sixth-level martial artist, but against a group of sixth-level martial artists makes her extremely difficult.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Yu forced her to cultivate martial arts these days, so that her body had improved a lot, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop them for long with the help of the Blood Clan's Supreme Treasure Qiankun Xuan.

Now her only hope is to make it until the twilight comes.

When Qi Miao thought of this, the Qiankun Silk in his hand became more ferocious, and the blood and aura in his body moved faster.

"Boom!"

The golden rules of heaven and earth accompanied by an old and simple "fourth-level beginner-level spirit" descended on Qi Miao's body, allowing her to directly enter the fourth-level spirit from the third-level peak spirit.

At the same time, there is also a blood qi that others can't see, as well as a weak force value.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness the Prince Regent to start cultivating his spirit, it's really gratifying!" I don't know where the voice of the masked man came from that direction.

Although it is a pity to congratulate on the surface, it is debatable how much real value there is in reality.

"Heh, then do I want to thank you for helping me get promoted and promoted?" Qi Miao was sarcastic, and deliberately bit the word "promotion".