Inside the airport.

When the black-robed Divine Cult Cultists approached the remaining thirty or so people with a sneer, the fat man protected Qiao Qingqing and Qiao Tianming behind him with a solemn face.

And, what made the fat man frown was that the dozen or so arrogant men and women actually squeezed behind the fat man in a panic.

One of the middle-aged women even put her body completely attached to the fat man's body, and two fat pig's trotters were tightly hung around his neck, looking like a human-shaped pendant.

They knew that the fat man was a martial artist, so they kept close to him.

At this time, the fat man also looked uncomfortable, these disciples are all martial artists with extraordinary strength, in terms of their strength in the middle of the warehouse, it is okay to deal with one person, but to deal with a few people is to find death.

And Jean's task is to protect Qiao Qingqing and Qiao Tianming.

This is what Pang Qing told him when he fought them.

So now he can only pray for Pang Qing to hurry up.

At that time, when those few people were about to work together to solve the remaining ordinary people together, a figure fell from the sky and fell in front of them.

Bang –

The figure stirred up some cement shards.

However, when the believers saw the corpse that had fallen, they immediately cried out in horror.

"Captain!"

Yes, the corpses that fell from the sky were exactly how many captains they were.

However, at this time, the captain was completely silent, and the black robe and black mask on his body were gone, as if someone had deliberately stripped them off.

What frightened them even more was that their captain's arms were gone, and only two bleeding shoulders remained.

Hiss –

The men immediately gasped.

Their captain is the peak strength of the late stage of the Cang Realm! A martial artist who can almost break through to the river realm! Why did he die so miserably?

When they slowly moved their gaze to a tall figure that was approaching, everyone's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and their bodies couldn't help but retreat.

Because of their gaze, Pang Qing didn't have any injuries on his body except for the rotten sportswear jacket on his body at this time.

What's going on?

However, Pang Qing did not answer their doubts, but his body flashed and raised his fist to blast at them.

These people were already frightened, and they didn't have the courage to make a move with Pang Qing.

But Pang Qing didn't pity them at all.

A fierce flash flashed in his eyes, and he blasted towards one person.

Although this person has the same strength as Pang Qing in the late stage of the Cang Realm, under such a terrifying bombardment of Pang Qing's body, his head was blown up in less than two moves.

The rest of the people were horrified, looked at each other, and then attacked together.

One person shook the whip growing out of his back, rotated it in a circle, and then strangled Pang Qing tightly with his strength.

One person commanded a group of snakes, submerged Pang Qing in the snake pile, and made all the poisonous snakes open their sharp fangs and dig deep into any corner of Pang Qing's body.

The last person's whole body burst out with spiritual energy, and the three basketball-sized fireballs suspended behind him immediately merged.

In less than five seconds, a hot fireball a meter large slowly condensed behind him.

The man's face turned pale, his teeth gritted, and the spiritual energy in his body churned again, but the spiritual energy that burst out at this time was a little thin.

Because when he was chasing and killing ordinary people just now, he fired the most fireballs, and it was very spiritual energy to condense three one-meter-sized fireballs.

But time didn't wait for him, and he took out a milky white stone from his arms with a painful face.

That's a psionic stone.

After absorbing three psionic stones, three one-meter-sized fireballs appeared behind him.

After adjusting his breathing, he said in a deep voice: "Spiritual skill, three balls return to vitality." ”

Bang! Bang...

Three one-meter-sized fireballs in a row slammed into Pang Qing.

In an instant, blood splattered, and a large number of poisonous snakes were bombarded into several sections, falling to the ground, and their bodies kept writhing.

The smoke dissipated, and the figure that was pierced by the fireball appeared in front of their eyes, but it was a pity that Pang Qing was unharmed.

"How is this possible?"

One person's eyes were full of disbelief.

They couldn't believe that this was true, knowing that with their combined blow, even the captain of the peak of the late stage of the Cang Realm would not dare to say that he was unharmed.

However, Pang Qing is like that.

Why?

Because his physical strength is not comparable to their attacks.

To put it mildly, even if the martial artists in the early stage of the Jiang Realm were not special in their abilities, Pang Qing felt that he could fight with them, such as the Xuan Snake.

Pang Qing grabbed the whip that he wanted to take back and pulled it hard.

"Ahh

It seemed to be powerful, and the sturdy whip was torn off by Pang Qing, and suddenly, the bleeding did not stop.

Then he pulled hard, and the man immediately flew towards Pang Qing.

One pinched his neck and let his legs and hands sway, one forced.

Click!!

The man immediately stopped moving, and then Pang Qing threw the body out.

The corpse thrown out just hit the guy who controlled the snake and wanted to escape to the ground, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Then one turned around and rushed in front of the Fireball Cultist, who had already run ten meters away.

He had already consumed a lot of psionic energy, and he was already exhausted from exhaustion.

Feeling the sound of breaking the air behind him, his face turned pale, his heart was horizontal, and he shouted:

"I'm not a Primordial God cultist, please don't kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of breaking the air stopped.

But when he turned his head tremblingly, a powerful fist stopped in his face.

"Ahh

He was startled, and his body involuntarily took a step back, but due to exhaustion, he sat on the ground.

Pang Qing withdrew his fist, looked at him coldly and asked:

"What do you mean by that?"

The man knew that Pang Qing had spared his life, so he immediately took off the black rice mask on his face and knelt down on the ground:

"We're not really a primitive cult, we're just pretending."

Pang Qing raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "I asked you what this means." ”

The man's body trembled, and he immediately begged for mercy: "Someone made us do this!" ”

"Who is it?"

"Yes...."

Bang –

Kneeling on the ground, he just said a word, and exploded.

Pang Qing, who was caught off guard, was splashed with blood.

Suddenly, a crisis surged into his heart.

He immediately turned around and shouted in the direction of the fat man:

"Quick! Get out of here. ”

Suddenly there was a sound in the sky of a crack breaking through the sky.

The crowd looked up.

Black steel bars are flying towards here.

Rebar was scattered all over the airport.

Pang Qing squinted and saw that there was a person suspended in the air.

An old man in a black tuxedo, but at this time the old man was looking at him kindly.

Pang Qing swallowed hard and muttered:

"Powerful Realm !!"

The old man smiled slightly, and the right hand on his back was pointing in the direction of Pang Qing.

In an instant, dense black steel bars like locusts flew towards the airport.

And slammed into the ground as if it were raining.