Just when Han Qingqing kept retreating, Tong Hammer saw the opportunity, roared, and jumped out, holding a bright wide-backed big knife in both hands, and slashed forward with great force, with a hissing sound that broke the air, and directly slashed at Han Qingqing.

Han Qingqing never thought that Tong Hammer would suddenly attack, and when he was caught off guard, Han Qingqing was split out of the way, and then smashed heavily on the ground, and the clothes behind him were also scratched.

Fortunately, Murong Bai gave Han Qingqing the best spirit armor given by Zhuge Blue Eagle, otherwise, Han Qingqing would definitely die this time.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Qingqing's expression suddenly withered, but she still struggled to stand up, and smacked at Tong Hammer with anger on her face and said, "The people of the Fire Wolf Regiment are really not as good as beasts, what kind of man is a sneak attack from behind!"

At this time, Han Qingqing was extremely angry, on the one hand, he was shameful about the behavior of the disciples of the Fire Wolf Regiment, on the other hand, Han Qingqing also wanted to make good use of this short dialogue time, looking forward to Murong Bai appearing soon, although he knew that it was likely that he would not be able to wait for Murong Bai to come over, but Han Qingqing did not want to give up this last glimmer of hope.

Before Tong Hammer could speak, Bao Yong said to Tong Hammer with a displeased face: "Tong Hammer, who asked you to come up to help, I can't deal with it alone?

Tong Hammer was stunned when he heard this, and was about to speak, but he saw Bai Xiufeng beckoning to him, so he snorted coldly and returned to Bai Xiufeng's side.

Bao Yong saw Tong Hammer retreating, and he didn't delve into it, so he immediately walked towards Han Qingqing, looking at Han Qingqing greedily, and said with a thief's eyebrows: "Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, what kind of calculation is in your heart, you want to wait for that kid to save you, dream! Hand over your storage bag, and then abolish your cultivation, and swear to serve Lao Tzu for the rest of your life, Lao Tzu will spare you a cheap life!"

"Phew!"

Han Qingqing was suddenly angry, spat at Bao Yong, his body suddenly retreated, and his face slowly raised his fists with an awe-inspiring face, ready to make a final fight.

Seeing that he couldn't be convinced, Bao Yong immediately stopped being verbose, raised the long sword in his hand, and with a bang, three sharp sword rays galloped out, sweeping towards Han Qingqing's bulging twin peaks.

Han Qingqing's face immediately changed suddenly.

At this critical moment, suddenly an indifferent voice came, "Shameless thing, die!"

Before the words fell, I saw a white knife that was a long one, cutting through the sky, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and it was a thunderous blow towards Bao Yong's back.

Bang!

Before Bao Yong could understand what was happening, he felt that his body suddenly rose into the air, and at the same time, a tearing pain spread throughout his body, and after a loud scream, his body slammed into two halves and smashed into the ground, splashing blood in the air.

Han Qingqing didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly, a pair of frightened eyes were full of incredulity, and the puppet Xuanmen martial artist who was still showing off his might in front of her just now was actually dead on the spot in the blink of an eye.

"I'm not dreaming, right?" Han Qingqing subconsciously bit his lip, and when he felt a little pain, his eyes became completely clear.

When he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, Han Qingqing's eyes suddenly slid tears, and he called softly, "Brother Bai, is it you?"

Before he finished speaking, Han Qingqing suddenly felt so tired, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell down directly.

Murong Bai took a quick step, and before Han Qingqing fell, he hugged him in his arms, without saying a word, he took out a spirit pill and gave it to Han Qingqing, seeing that Han Qingqing was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then gently put Han Qingqing on the ground, Murong Bai stood up, raised the big knife in his hand, pointed at Bai Xiufeng and said, "Come on, Lao Tzu is going to open the killing ring today!"

"Murong Bai, you killed my two junior brothers in a row, today Lao Tzu wants your life!" Bai Xiufeng is also an enemy who meets and is red-eyed, during the previous fight, he did not avenge his junior brother in time due to the obstruction of the Fire Wolf King, and today Murong Bai killed Bao Yong in front of him, and the two enemies were combined in one place, which suddenly made Bai Xiufeng completely crazy, and he couldn't wait to tear Murong Bai in front of him to pieces.

"Uncle Draft, wasn't it very horizontal when you three stinky and shameless men teamed up to bully my sister just now? Come, grandpa's big knife, today I want to kill you wolf cubs!" Murong Bai was also furious, and the big knife in his hand was raised high, ready to come with a knife or two.

"You." Bai Xiufeng was stunned by the bright big knife in Murong Bai's hand, it was not that he didn't dare to fight with Murong Bai, but it was unwise to expose his biggest hole card before he got the soul liquid.

But the hatred in front of him couldn't just swallow it, and he was hesitating, when suddenly on the other side of the square, laughter sounded.

With the laughter, two warriors wearing puppet Xuanmen costumes came out, one of them had a face as white as paper, a pair of thick long eyebrows straight into his temples, and the other was a mustache, black face, and a pair of eyes with bright eyes, these two people are the two most powerful of the puppet Xuanmen nine-star martial artists, the white-faced one is called Zhong Wuya, and the black-faced one is called Zhong Lingxiao, among which Zhong Wuya is the young master of the puppet Xuanmen, and his strength is strong.

"Oh, who should I be, it turned out that the young master was here, it just so happened that we joined forces to slaughter this kid first, and then kill Wang Yiyi together, so that no one will rob us of soul liquid anymore." Bai Xiufeng saw that Zhong Wuya and Zhong Lingxiao were coming, and immediately said with joy.

"Haha, what Brother Bai said is true, this kid was full of prestige in the competition that day, and today he also let him know and know our methods, as for the soul liquid, his life is gone, how can he rob it!" When Zhong Wuya saw that Murong Bai was the only one left in the Goshawk Regiment, he also wanted to take this opportunity to unite with the disciples of the Fire Wolf Regiment and eradicate all the disciples of the Goshawk Mercenary Regiment in one fell swoop.

"That's good!" Bai Xiufeng said with a shock in his spirit, and at the same time looked at Murong Bai's eyes, flashing with extremely murderous intent.

Bai Xiufeng and Zhong Wuya sang and harmonized, but they didn't take Murong Bai in their eyes at all.

"Hehe! these days, bragging doesn't seem to have to pay taxes, you two fools, come, go together, Lao Tzu hasn't killed enough today!" Murong Baixin said, who are you fucking horses, talking bulls are better than coaxing, don't you save zài when Lao Tzu.

Before Murong Bai's words fell, a few swishs, Bai Xiufeng and Tong Hammer, Zhong Wuya and Zhong Lingxiao stood up at the same time, and surrounded Murong Bai at once.

"Boy, hurry up and hand over the storage bag, and then kill yourself, otherwise you will be dismembered by us today!" Zhong Wuya said as he looked at Murong Bai with gloomy eyes.

"Yo he, the four of them go up together, okay, there is a kind! There is a kind of real horse, do you want to bully more and less?" Murong Bai looked at the four people around him indifferently, and there was no trace of fear in his expression.