For human beings, the speed of Jian Qi's stick is as fast as a meteor, and even if the footsteps and body techniques with qi are not as specific as Xiao Ling's Xubu, they are already amazing. Not to mention that he is already the best at stick skills, and the iron rod in his hand is like an arm, and a dragon and a snake are all changing.

In particular, the stick is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and it can be used to melt the law of a hundred schools.

The problem is that the words are divided into two ends, and this first-class kung fu body method in the human race may not be so great if it is placed among non-humans, especially for creatures like demons and devils who are born in a vicious place, their living environment and body structure are all to deal with crises that are a hundred times more dangerous than the world, and it is not a big deal for a human to hold an iron rod high and smash his head down.

Therefore, the devil who had not had time to straighten the steel fork in his hand just smiled coldly, and he even took the initiative to stretch his head forward and put the skull in the most powerful position of the iron rod, followed by a crisp sound.

"Wow!" even the iron rod and the blade collided with each other to make such a crisp sound. Jian Qi felt the tingling sensation coming from the palm of his hand, and at the same time, he had to start thinking about what kind of material the head of the guy on the other side was made of, and how could he be hit by his full force and still be unharmed.

When the sword seeker's attack was declared invalid, the devil launched a fierce counterattack, probably inspired by the sword seven, this guy no longer stuck to the ability of the trident to stab, but swept the steel fork as a club!

"I..." Jian Qi instinctively wanted to raise his weapon to resist, but his hands had been numb in the confrontation just now, and the reaction in his hand slowed down at this time, and the iron rod was only slightly blocked and then bounced away!

However, things didn't end so easily, the devil had the upper hand and didn't plan to give the sword seeker a chance to fight back, he relied on his own control of the battle, and kept attacking, smashing and provoking, so that Jian Qi only had the ability to parry and dodge for a while.

Fortunately, this devil is not proficient in martial arts, and Jian Qi, who is familiar with swords and guns, soon found that his opponent did not actually have any methodical attack methods, but only exerted brute force to the extreme with his outstanding physical fitness, and even suppressed him now is not because of the devil's continuous moves, but purely because the terrifying arm strength forcibly interrupted the inertia of the weapon, which led to the result of continuous attack.

So how to deal with such an opponent? Wait for him to run out of energy, or try to strike another fatal blow in the face of victory? Neither of these ideas is a good idea, and man will not have more stamina than the devil, and it will be difficult for an attack to work.

"Buzz!" the steel fork swiped across his cheeks, turning up the flesh and splashing blood, the wound was shallow, but with a burning pain, which is the feeling of being burned by extremely hot metal. He had noticed that there was a terrifying heat condensing at the tip of the devil's trident, and that heat made the spikes of black steel turned a chilling scarlet, like a metal strip that had just been clipped out of a forge.

Damn, it's really terrible, if you are pierced by that thing, I'm afraid you won't even come back to the gray robe. Jian Qi thought so, wrinkled his nose, and endured the pain to continue to resist the opponent's next attack, but how long can such passive resistance last?

"You're slowing down, you're done. "The words of the devil can be understood as a provocation as well as a pronouncement of sentence. With the collision again and again, Jian Qi's physical strength is rapidly consumed under unequal strength, although each time the sword seeker is relying on various skills to disperse the opponent's strength, but one force down ten will be a child who does not know kung fu at all, as long as there is such strength and speed, it is only a matter of time before he wins.

Ken Qi gritted his teeth and once again separated the attack with an iron rod, his physical strength was indeed almost unable to support it, as a human being, he was able to fight the devil one-on-one so far. However, dying in glory and dying in humiliation is death, and there is no difference in the present situation.

He couldn't die, because his death would make the plan go into jeopardy and put the other two teams in trouble, and his life was now at stake for many. But does faith work? If you resist death from the heart, will death leave? Of course not, death is stubborn.

"Haha, you're done!" Another confrontation, this time the pace was a little more vain, resulting in not standing firm when blocking, and then the whole person lost the defensive posture, the steel fork twisted, swinging open the iron rod, straight to the heart of Jian Qi!

The sword slammed backwards, but the devil's weapon followed him, and if he slowed down, it would stab him in the chest. This situation is already a dead end. As soon as the sword-seeker closed his eyes, he secretly shouted that my life is over, and he will give up resistance and wait for death. At this moment, a coolness suddenly poured into his chest, and his already depleted physical strength actually had vitality again under the supplement of this cool breath!

"Howl!" faintly, only the sound of a lion's roar could be heard from the sword seeker's chest, and the source of the sound was not somewhere else, it was the jade pendant that Shi Lao handed over to Atta to bring back. It was not only Jian Qi who heard the lion's roar, but the devil also heard this roar, and his heart was shocked, and his hand stopped.

In a few breaths, the Sword Seeker relied on the breath of life that poured out of the pendant to regain his balance, dodging the mortal spikes, and re-distancing himself from the devil. But this does not mean that the situation between the two has been reversed, Jian Qi is still not the devil's opponent, even if his physical strength has recovered now, and then he is forced to die, it is between ten moves.

"Give me, your blood. The voice, coming from my ears, was none other than the vampire maid who had been almost scorched. It may be that after this short rest, the tenacious vitality of the blood clan made her actually stand up, and at this time, she happened to lie on Jian Qi's back, and whispered to the latter.

This should have been a very fragrant state, but one of these two people was exhausted, and the other was like a walking corpse.

"Well, or I'll have to explain it here. Girl, if you want blood, take it. "If the life is almost gone, what does it matter with the blood, and if this woman sucks her own blood and escapes, it is good to tell others what happened here. Jian Qi didn't think much about it, and agreed to give the blood to the other party to suck.

This promise was followed by a pain in the neck, although the flesh on the face was almost rotten, but the two canine fangs were still well growing on the maid's palate, and at this time, it was unceremoniously bitten into the artery of the sword-seeker, sucking other blood. And while sucking blood, the woman also climbed onto Jian Qi's back, clasped her hands on his chest, and her two legs were crossed around her waist, like a personal meat backpack.

The reason why she did this was because she also understood that sucking blood was not something that could be done quickly, and that the devil would not give them time.

Sure enough, after the change just now, the devil also put away his playful posture, his existence in this world is not infinite, at this time, it is only by relying on the creatures that died in the explosion just now and the blood sacrifice buried here in advance that he can appear, and when the time comes, he can no longer affect this world so intuitively.

He didn't want to be entangled with this human anymore, so he quickly killed him, and then rushed out into the street while he still had the opportunity to go on a killing spree. Thinking of this, the devil no longer hesitated, and once again stood up and killed the steel forklift!

Jian Qi had a person hanging on his body, and he was still sucking blood, but his consciousness was still clear, and the clear qi on his body had not yet dispersed, with this last bit of strength, he raised the iron rod and wrestled with the devil again. Of course, this time the devil was murderous, and every attack was a hundred times more dangerous. But the sword seeker had already figured out the opponent's attack habits in the previous battle, and he was not immediately defeated when he moved left and right. And with their entanglement, the woman hanging on Jian Qi's back is also rapidly recovering her original posture.

After about ten more moves, the sword seeker was at the end of his crossbow due to blood loss and fatigue, and his hand was weak, and the iron rod was vibrated by the steel fork and flew out, and the whole person fell backwards. But he still remembered that he was carrying a person behind his back, and in order not to crush the woman under him, in the process of falling, he actually took the initiative to turn around, facing down and hitting the craggy ground.

The imaginary pain didn't come, and Kenqi's nose stopped at the place where it almost touched the ruins. Then he was gently put down, and behind him was a beautiful woman with bat wings on her back, her eyes were red, and her lips showed two canine teeth that were still dripping with blood.

"This is not your purgatory, devil. The city belongs to Mr. Jung!"