Caught off guard.

In the Zhongxingshuo team, there are two third-grade battle division powerhouses, which are strong enough.

Unexpectedly, there was another third-grade war master hidden.

What is particularly shameless is that this person has been disguised as a four-rank martial artist realm, pretending to be entangled by a grizzly bear, and only at the last moment did he suddenly burst out and attack Ye Mengqiu, who did not participate in the battle.

At this moment, Qingyang's eyes were cracked, and he roared angrily: "I swear to kill you!"

He really wanted to stand in front of the girl, and he would rather suffer a heavy blow himself than have any accident with her.

The five-foot Qingfeng in his hand, a white sword, stabbed straight behind the thin black man, trying to divert his attack on Ye Mengqiu.

The sword that followed behind him could not change the killing intent of the thin black man towards Ye Mengqiu, even if he resisted this heavy blow, he would kill his favorite woman first.

The strength of the third-grade battle division is strong, once there is no bottom line of shame, to attack the five-grade martial arts cultivation violently, it will be an extremely terrible consequence.

Even if Qingyang urged the power of the origin with all his might, it was still too late to stop it.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

Qiu Niang's pupils dilated, Liu Wu couldn't bear to close her eyes, and the red ghost Xin Yi not far away was rushing towards here in a rage.

The black thin man seized the opportunity too well, no one had time to come to the rescue, he had a hideous smile on his face, and a black chain hammer with a large bowl mouth was already in front of the girl.

At this moment, Ye Mengqiu stared at Qingyang, with a hint of surprise and reluctance on her beautiful face, maybe this was the last thing the two of them could see.

Just when Qingyang was about to despair, he felt a red light flashing in front of him.

A red fireball descended into the sky and slammed into the black mace.

"Boom~"

The light shone brightly, the fire splashed everywhere, the sound was like thunder, and the mountains echoed.

The pitch-black chain hammer is like a piece of butter, which is baked by a fierce fire and melts into molten iron in an instant.

It was hit hard again, and countless red dots of all sizes burst out, almost all of which reflected back to the thin black man.

"Ah~"

The transformation came so quickly, even though the black thin man was athletic and dodged most of the splashed molten iron, there were still three pieces of molten iron splashed on his body.

The black-clothed Xuanyi with excellent texture was instantly ignited by the hot molten iron, turning into a burning man, roaring and rolling all over the ground, tearing off the clothes with profound skills.

However, when he rolled this time, he dodged the sword that followed the attack, which was also a great luck in misfortune.

Seeing that Ye Mengqiu was fine, Qingyang was reluctantly relieved, looked at the thin black man with only his pockets left on his body, gritted his teeth and said:

"The ancients once said that the monkey was crowned, and today I finally saw it with my own eyes, since you are brazen and willing to be a beast, then you can't be allowed to stand in the world!"

The three burns on the black thin man's face, chest, and waist did not seem to be big, but they were more than an inch deep, and even though he was a third-grade war master, he couldn't help but roar in pain.

What's even more tragic is that the fire just now burned all his hair, beard, and eyebrows, and his already black and thin body was like black charcoal.

Hearing Qingyang's scolding, he became even more angry, endured the pain on his body, and yelled at the tall man who was also bleeding from both arms: "Tiezhu, let's join forces and kill him!"

Just as Qingyang was taunting the other party, Ye Mengqiu looked at the red fireball in front of him with surprise on his face.

After the violent collision with the chain hammer, the fireball was still in front of her, and a sense of security was born in her heart.

"Chirp~"

After the melodious chirping of the birds, the firelight faded and a small red bird appeared.

"Xiaohong, you've finally grown up a little bit!"

Ye Mengqiu stretched out her hand to support the little red bird, her eyes were full of surprise, and the little red bird saved her again in time at the critical moment.

Compared to the past, the little red bird has doubled in size.

Originally only the size of a palm, now it is comparable to two fists, the fat body is more and more round, and a pair of small wings seem smaller.

Miraculously, a pair of small wings did not affect its flight at all, fluffy fiery red fluff, and a faint ball of fire flickered, like a red fireball.

Ye Mengqiu was constantly surprised, pulling the tail feathers of the little red bird that had not long appeared: "Even the tail has become a little longer, and I have been worried that you will not grow up." ”

"Chirp~"

The little red bird was a little unhappy about Ye Mengqiu pulling his tail, and protested loudly, but took the initiative to extinguish the flame on the tail feathers.

Between one person and one bird, this kind of intimate tacit understanding attracted the envy of Qiu Niang and Liu Wu.

However, at this time, there are many big battles, so naturally we can't be too long-winded.

Seeing the black thin man and the tall man, the two third-grade battle masters teamed up to attack Qingyang regardless of their faces, Ye Mengqiu's willow eyebrows were slightly raised, and a trace of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Xiaohong, go teach them a lesson!"

"Chirp~"

The little red bird kicked its two little paws, turned into a red light, and rushed straight to the door of the black and thin man, and the little red bird who loved to hold grudges could see that it was he who attacked Ye Mengqiu just now.

"Ah~Ah~Ah~"

The thin black man was about to unite with the tall man, but a red light struck him.

The little red bird was angry in his heart, and launched a fierce attack on him, so that the black thin man couldn't help but roar in pain, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered in scars of dissatisfaction, and even his eyes were almost blind.

The tall man was about to attack Qingyang, but after seeing the performance of the little red bird, his face became more and more ugly and said: "Another four-grade fierce bird?

The moment the little red bird returned, Qingyang was pleasantly surprised.

I haven't seen him for more than two months, and the breath of the little red bird obviously exceeds that of the dragon bird at the peak of the fifth rank, and it is promoted to the lower level of the fourth rank, and it has the upper hand against the black and thin man.

Fighting against tall men alone, Qingyang became more and more handy.

Although this battle mainly relied on the help of the Taichu Dao Sutra, the experience and strength perception of the enemy could not be erased.

Just after Qingyang's side began to gain an advantage, there was a problem with the red ghost Xinyi.

Just now he was shocked and went to rescue Ye Mengqiu, the middle-aged scribe seized the opportunity, crushed the two runes into two long knives, cut off the iron and wood pillars, and saved the middle-aged ugly man and the white-haired old woman.

As for Su Kuo, who was shouting for help, they didn't even look at it.

Seeing that the Zhongxingshuo side was about to recover its numerical advantage, a few roars suddenly sounded on the stone road at the entrance of the sealed soil.

"Roar~"

"Yoyo~"

"咴~"

The three-headed beast roared, terrifying.

The private troops of Fei Dafu, Fei, and Cheng, who were originally watching the battle at the entrance of the Qing clan's fiefdom, rushed to the mountains and forests on both sides of the stone road, and some even fell into the stream in panic.

It turned out to be a black giant tiger sitting in Shiozawa, leading the original Chilu totem and the white horse totem to rush together.

Red Deer and White Horse, in the past, were both sixth-rank lower-level alien beast totems, and they benefited greatly from absorbing a large amount of star power during the battle of Queshan, and finally advanced to the fifth-rank recently.

It was another three-headed five-rank beast that joined the battlefield, giving the Qing side a steady upper hand, and also making Zhongxingshuo's face more and more gloomy.

The Qing clan, who thought they were weak and could be bullied, didn't expect their strength to be so strong, and it was clearly a deep ancient beast.

With the arrival of the Qing Clan's top combat power, the six-rank beasts who could only watch from the periphery also began to move.

Their strength is limited, and attacking a third-grade martial artist will definitely be killed, but relying on their numerical superiority to besiege the fourth-grade martial artist realm, it is still more than enough.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Qing clan showed such a strong foundation and strength, which made Zhongxingshuo feel sad and indignant, why does a sergeant have such a strong strength?

At this moment, an angry roar sounded in the sky: "Zhong Xingshuo, you dare to attack the monarch's vassals without authorization?" )