"Ants?"

"Elephants?"

Jiang Xiaoyu was desperate in the face of such a desperate situation, and while wielding the nameless short knife, he shouted coldly: "Yin Qing, you are not qualified to define my identity. ”

Rumble!

The next moment, Yin Qing didn't say a word, and swung out a palm with all his strength, colliding with Jiang Xiaoyu's hard sword.

The strength in his palm collided with Jiang Xiaoyu's knife qi, and a sound like thunder rose from the ground, followed by a surging wave of air like a hurricane on the sea, sweeping wildly around at the center point of the two sides, and in an instant, the dust covered the sky, covering this sparsely populated area.

Jiang Xiaoyu was knocked away by the huge palm force, and the whole person was like a stone thrown by someone, drawing a standard parabola and smashing to the ground.

At the same time, he only felt a tremendous force, from his right hand holding the knife into his body, and his chest, which had already been hit, was dull like never before.

A stream of heat rushed up his throat again, and viscous red blood spurted out like worthless cold water.

Although the pain in his chest intensified, after spitting out the bruises that were blocked in his chest, Jiang Xiaoyu, who originally felt very uncomfortable, felt a little relieved.

Bell –

At the same time, the nameless short knife fell to the ground, the hand holding the knife was no longer able to maintain, and even kept trembling, and the five fingers were naturally bent, and it was difficult to move.

It was Jiang Xiaoyu who was no longer able to maintain the method of burning blood, and the whole person was extremely weak, paralyzed and weak, like a puddle of mud, falling to the ground and unable to move.

However, even though he was so weak, Jiang Xiaoyu endured the constant flow of tiredness and exhaustion in his body and mind, and used his will to maintain his consciousness and did not fall into fainting.

He even widened his eyes with anticipation, waiting for the dust around him to clear.

Did his blow work?

Eventually, when all the smoke and dust around him had cleared, a thin figure that became more and more rickety appeared in his field of vision.

There is no doubt that this figure is Yin Qing.

Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes condensed slightly, and a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, it was obvious that he had poured all his swords into it, and it seemed that he had not achieved the result he wanted.

"Very good......

"Very good ......"

Immediately, an old and hoarse voice slowly resounded in this area and reached Jiang Xiaoyu's ears.

Jiang Xiaoyu heard a trace of unconcealed anger from this voice.

"Jiang Zhuliu, you are really beyond my expectations." Yin Qing said slowly, "A mere mid-stage second-rate master can burst out with such combat power. In this way, it is not an accident that our great disciple of the Heavenly Sacrifice Alliance was planted in your hands. ”

Jiang Xiaoyu watched Yin Qing's figure gradually become clear in his eyes, and the disappointment in his eyes was replaced by a hint of surprise.

It's not that his psychological quality is too good, but that Yin Qing's current appearance is too miserable.

You must know that under the attack of Jiang Xiaoyu's sword qi, Yin Qing was full of true qi to protect his body, which might be able to protect his body from harm, but it was difficult to protect his clothes from being cut.

Today's Yin Qing is in rags, and he is still covered in dust, and his originally neat hair has become messy, like a beggar who asks for food on the side of the road, but is beaten by others.

However, this is not the reason for Jiang Xiaoyu's surprise.

The reason is that in the palm of Yin Qing's hand, there is a knife mark that is deep and visible to the bone, and the crimson blood is flowing.

The knife marks went from the fingertips to the wrists, which were caused by Jiang Xiaoyu's full force and collision with him.

Jiang Xiaoyu certainly knows this.

He was proud.

As a five-star martial artist, how can you not be proud of causing damage to an eight-star martial artist?

You must know that this is a gap between the three small realms, and it is by no means easy to make up.

Since Jiang Xiaoyu can cause such damage to Yin Qing, then this proves Jiang Xiaoyu's strength. This is a greater glory than Jiang Xiaoyu's victory over the Seven-Star Martial Artist.

Even if Jiang Xiaoyu is about to be killed by Yin Qing, it is difficult to hide Jiang Xiaoyu's excellence.

"Ready for the last word?"

Yin Qing came slowly, and every step aggravated his own momentum, making Jiang Xiaoyu feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Jiang Xiaoyu doesn't care at all now, because he knows that if there is no accident, he will definitely die.

Therefore, he did not have a little fear, but exhaled a breath, grinned wide, showed bloodshot teeth, and said word for word: "I will come back." ”

Yin Qing didn't care, sneered, and said coldly: "If you become a ghost, then I'll wait for you to come back to me." ”

He obviously misunderstood what Jiang Xiaoyu meant.

Jiang Xiaoyu said that even if he dies today, he can still change his identity and role, and find Yin Qing for revenge.

However, Jiang Xiaoyu didn't bother to explain, didn't bother to think too much, just thought that these NPCs were intelligent enough. Perhaps, as the official said, these NPCs are all played by people, and they are all a group of player-like characters.

Da!

Yin Qing's footsteps stopped, and he had come to Jiang Xiaoyu.

He stopped talking, and directly stretched out his big hand, his five fingers were slightly bent, in the shape of eagle claws, and grabbed Jiang Zhuliu's neck, and then lifted Jiang Xiaoyu alive and hung it in the air.

Jiang Xiaoyu gave him an unforgettable lesson, and he also chose to give Jiang Zhuliu a painful death.

He wants to strangle Jiang Xiaoyu alive.

Jiang Xiaoyu felt that Yin Qing's big hand was like an iron tong, causing his throat to be compressed sharply, and he couldn't breathe at all, and his face quickly changed from the original pale to the current red.

"If I were you, I'd let him go."

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse but magical voice came into the ears of Jiang Xiaoyu and Yin Qing.

Yin Qing frowned and turned around, but his hand didn't let go.

To Yin Qing's surprise, he didn't see any figure at this glance, but it was empty.

The voice just now seemed to be an illusion.

As for Jiang Xiaoyu, the moment he heard this voice, his eyes suddenly widened, even if he was out of breath now, he subconsciously showed an extremely surprised look.

It was a voice he knew very well......

"Who is it?"

Yin Qing looked around and said coldly: "Dare to speak but dare not show up?" What kind of hero is hiding his head and showing his tail! ”

"Heroes?"

The owner of the voice seemed to hear some joke and let out a mocking laugh: "No one has ever told me to be a hero. ”

After a pause, he commented: "This can be said to be the funniest joke I've ever heard in the whole world." ”

"Damn."

Yin Qing's brows tightened, he already felt that something was wrong.

Even though the man kept talking to him, he still couldn't track the man's tracks, because the voice seemed to come from all directions and diffuse.

"Who are you sacred?" Yin Qing snorted coldly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Suddenly, a seemingly thin, but somewhat tall figure, with a straight back, appeared in Yin Qing and Jiang Xiaoyu's field of vision.

"I remember saying ......"

The man said slowly, "If I were you, I would let him go." ”

His gaze was calm, like a pool of deep water. The whole person is like a monarch on the throne, full of the majesty of the superior, and the words he says are irresistible.

Bang!

Yin Qing was taken by this momentum, and his originally dignified face became a little sluggish, and he subconsciously let go of his big hand like iron tongs.

Jiang Xiaoyu fell to the ground, grinning his teeth and hurting in the buttocks.

But he ignored the pain on his body, but stared at the person who appeared in front of him in a daze, and the whole person was stunned.

"How?"

When this person saw Jiang Xiaoyu's appearance, the majesty of a king disappeared without a trace, revealing a smiling face like a chrysanthemum in full bloom, squeezed his eyes and smiled: "Don't know me?" ”

"You!"

Jiang Xiaoyu opened his mouth wide, closed one by one, and then couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: ", old man Bai, why are you!" ”