Zhou Qi also rushed to the monsoon smoke of the initiator at the first time.

Pity......

It's all late.

Yang Jian's figure is like a ghost, others can't see it clearly, the only thing that can be seen is the phantom shadows that keep flashing in mid-air.

All the arrows were cut down the moment they were fired, and none of them could get close to the monsoon smoke.

Blood splashed at this moment, and screams sounded in people's ears one after another, Lei Xu watched as the soldiers he brought were killed by the light and shadow one by one, and there was no room to fight back.

The heavy smell of blood filled Lei Xu's snort, like the scythe of death hooking Lei Xu's neck alive, making him unable to breathe.

"Zhou Qi! Zhou Qi fast! ”

At this moment, Lei Xu could only pin all his hopes on Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi's strength can be said to be the top in Ji City, and only he can save all this.

Zhou Qi's cold sweat continued to fall, and he rushed towards the monsoon smoke that stood motionless in place.

"Miss!" Ling He roared in shock, and he was about to pounce on him with his sword.

Correct......

The heavy sword in Zhou Qi's hand had already been raised high, and it was heavily slashed from Monsoon Yan's head!

But Monsoon Smoke still stood motionless, a gleam flashed in Zhou Qi's eyes, and the impending joy was revealed little by little from the corner of his mouth.

But......

While!

Zhou Qi's heavy sword did not slash at Monsoon Yan's head at all, but was "gently" clamped by two slender and slender fingers half a palm away from the top of Monsoon Yan's head.

Zhou Qi was stunned and looked at the monsoon smoke that easily took his full blow with two fingers, no matter how hard he tried, the heavy sword still froze there.

Ji Fengyan raised his head slightly, and his smiling eyes met Zhou Qi's frightened eyes.

"People, how to fight with immortals?" The corners of Monsoon Smoke's lips raised slightly, and he spit out words that made Zhou Qi feel chills.

The two fingers of the heavy sword flicked slightly......

An invisible force suddenly spread from one end of the heavy sword, and the extremely hard heavy sword trembled faintly at this moment, and the tremor spread towards Zhou Qi who was holding the sword at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Qi was almost subconscious, and quickly let go of the hand holding the sword.

At the moment when he let go, the trembling heavy sword shattered with a snap, and the heavy sword that Zhou Qi was proud of turned into countless iron filings in front of his eyes, and sprinkled at the feet of Monsoon Smoke.

"Even a waste like you, you are also worthy of fighting with Brother Ling?" Monsoon Smoke tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Even though she failed to survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, the soul of her previous life had already ascended to the position of a half-immortal, even if her inner pill was shattered now, it would not take much effort to deal with these mortal bodies.

Life and death are only in her thoughts.

When Monsoon Smoke's words landed, her right hand waved lightly, and a wisp of wind rose from her wide cuffs, and the wind slowly raised the iron filings of the heavy sword on the ground and blew towards the stunned Zhou Qi.

Like a breeze blowing through his face, Zhou Qi didn't feel anything abnormal in his body, but a strong smell of blood came from under his snort.

He subconsciously lowered his head, and when his eyes touched, the blood in his body flowed backwards in an instant!

Zhou Qi's whole body was shot into bloody holes by those iron filings, and the blood dripped down his armor, staining the ground under his feet.