In the eyes of that martial artist, Liu Zhengjing was just an ordinary person without Zhenqi, so he jumped directly over Liu Zhengjing and rushed towards Lin Qingyue.

They have already investigated Lin Shizheng's family composition, there is only one son and one daughter, and the adopted son has died, as long as they catch this biological daughter, they are not afraid that the great magician will not be convinced.

Of course, Lin Qingyue was also a vulnerable warrior in his eyes, and just as he was planning to influence the situation of the battle, he suddenly heard the shouts of two companions behind him: "Be careful!" ”

The first reaction of this martial artist was to look at Song Zhi, only Song Zhi could threaten him present, but Song Zhi was still fighting with Wu Shu, what else was the threat?

And then there was no then.

Liu Zhengjing took the fishing tackle box and slammed it on the martial artist's head, and the fishing tackle box shattered in response, revealing the black iron rod inside, and at the same time cracking the martial artist's head.

When he died, he didn't know who had attacked him.

Liu Zhengjing stood with a stick and breathed a sigh of relief, he was not sure to resist the three martial artists, the key was that there were Lin Qingyue and Zhou Yiyao behind him, and the pressure of Yin was greatly reduced.

The other two martial artists' faces were cloudy, and they couldn't understand why an ordinary person who didn't have true Qi could have such speed and strength.

Ordinary people can't knock out a martial artist even if they beat them with an iron rod for an hour, let alone open a scoop?

Liu Zhengjing was a little disappointed when he saw that the two martial artists did not continue to attack, once the two of them were greedy and rash, and they were taken by surprise with the black stick, it was likely that they would lose another one, but the two of them were already vigilant, and it would be a little difficult to succeed.

Seeing that the elemental rings outside the "sun" on Song Zhi's side were getting more and more set, and his face was getting more and more ugly, Liu Zhengzheng was a little anxious.

Song Zhi is also a little weak, even if this Wu Shu touches the aura of a holy magician, it does not mean that he will definitely be able to become a holy magician, and there are many amazing talents who have been stuck in this realm throughout the ages.

And she is a light elemental warlock who is even rarer than the number of holy magicians in history, and she has a chance of winning against spiritual elemental warlocks who are not good at fighting, even if the realm is not as good.

However, Wu Shu was holding that strange bronze mirror in his hand, which not only restrained his holy light, but also assisted in spiritual attacks.

Wu Shu's attacks are one ring after another, and the effects brought by each elemental ring are different, for example, the first ring is the ghost crying wolf, the second ring is the picture of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood that comes to mind, the third ring is the disgusting smell of blood, and the fourth ring is the countless dying despair......

Song Zhi guessed how this spiritual element master could still reach this realm even though he was expelled from the sect by his teacher, and he could be sure by looking at some rings that this Wu Shu was using the negative emotions of living people as nourishment for cultivation.

Judging from the aura in these rings, I am afraid that there are thousands of people who have died cruelly at the hands of Wu Shu.

It's a human demon.

But Song Zhi had no choice, the more impatient his emotions were, the easier it was to be eroded by those rings, and once his mind missed, he would become a tool controlled by Wu Shu.

Liu Zhengjing also saw that the situation on Song Zhi's side was not good, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

The iron rod in his hand was clumsily held in his hands, and his face made a flustered, nervous and angry expression, and he swung the iron rod at the speed of an ordinary person and rushed towards the two martial artists.

He was still yelling to fight with them.

The two martial artists glanced at each other, "This person is strange. ”

Liu Zhengjing knew that the other party was already wary of himself, so he still acted it, but what if he succeeded.

Rushing in front of the two of them, the iron rod still smashed into one of the martial artists at the same speed.

The martial artist raised his hand into a claw and grabbed the iron rod directly, seeing that the iron rod was about to be grabbed by him, suddenly the speed of the iron rod suddenly accelerated, and he also noticed that something was wrong, and it was too late to change his moves.

The moment he grabbed the iron rod, he noticed that something was wrong, the iron rod was like a thousand powers, and he couldn't stop all the real qi he transported, and there was a click, and the martial artist hurriedly retreated, dodging the stick.

The arm was broken, and a bloody bone stubble protruded directly from the elbow joint, and the severe pain instantly made the martial artist's expression painful.

Liu Zhengjing was about to take the opportunity to make up for a stick, when there was already a palm wind on the other side, and another warrior had already attacked.

Liu Zhengjing swept with a stick, but unfortunately no one was fooled again this time. The martial artist dodged the iron rod, changed his move, and continued to attack Liu Zhengjing.

This is a martial artist of the speed school, and he pays attention to being fast and not breaking.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Zhengjing was a little overwhelmed, Liu Zhengjing did not panic, and stopped injecting Zhenqi into the black iron rod, the black stick suddenly lightened, and the speed increased sharply, as if he had taken a wooden bar.

This time it was the martial artist's turn to have a headache, his speed was indeed faster than Liu Zhengjing, but Liu Zhengjing was holding an iron rod, and the attack distance was much longer, and the stick was as if it had no weight.

But he still didn't dare to take it, seeing that his companions were dying and wounded, he had long seen that it was the strangeness of this stick.

Liu Zhengjing also had no way to take this martial artist for a while. This is his true strength, facing the martial artist, he may be undefeated when he has no chance to be a yin person, but it is also difficult to clean up the opponent.

When a martial artist reaches the realm of martial artists, there are no shortcomings in all aspects, otherwise he will not be able to reach this realm. The so-called genre has reached the realm of martial arts, but it is only stronger in a certain direction.

The martial artist who was injured in the arm by Liu Zhengjing saw that the situation was under control, and his body moved quickly, running towards Lin Qingyue and Zhou Yiyao again.

Liu Zhengjing was about to block it, but his opponent suddenly accelerated the pace of his attack, and Zhen Qi spat out like money.

Most of the true qi in the martial artist realm could not form lethality, but they could also cause interference, and Liu Zhengjing could not support for a while.

Lin Qingyue's side was not afraid, her hand was on her waist, and she already had an extra dagger in her hand, and her figure flashed and she won it.

There was some disdain in the eyes of this martial artist, the martial artist with a broken arm was still a martial artist, and the speed and strength were not something that a martial artist in the warrior realm could resist.

The martial artist easily avoided Lin Qingyue's stab, and his sound palm grabbed towards Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue's arm sank quickly, and with a twist of her wrist, she picked up the martial artist's arm.

This martial artist was a little surprised, Lin Qingyue's speed was not very fast, and he was better than his skills, as if he could predict his trajectory.

He didn't dare to be slashed by Lin Qingyue, although he was confident in his defense, who knew if this dagger was a weapon, and it was impossible to do something careless twice a day.

This martial artist withdrew his move and attacked again, and attacked Lin Qingyue.

Although Lin Qingyue was holding a dagger, the other party only had one arm to use, but the realm was there, and he could only stalemate for a while.

Liu Zhengjing and the martial artists who were fighting were a little surprised, Liu Zhengjing was surprised that Lin Qingyue was already a middle-grade warrior, and this speed was unacceptably fast.

You must know that Liu Zhengjing can fight against the martial artist so quickly, but the system is open. Lin Qingyue had just been promoted to the next grade three months ago...... Maybe this is still suppressing the speed of his promotion.

His opponent was surprised by Lin Qingyue's fighter skill and true Qi condensation, which was not at all like what a warrior realm could have, just like a warrior who had experienced a hundred battles.

If I change myself, I'm afraid I won't be able to take down the three moves and two styles.

The martial artist may have felt that his face was a little unbearable, he shouted angrily, slapped with one palm, and a stream of Zhenqi directly swept Lin Qingyue's stab away, and this palm directly slapped Lin Qingyue's head, fast and fast.

Seeing that this palm was about to be slapped, Liu Zhengjing had already touched his waist with one hand, and the black in Zhou Yiyao's eyes was about to cover his entire eyes.

Lin Qingyue suddenly screamed, and her speed was two points faster, and she couldn't dodge this palm, but she didn't retreat, and the dagger that was swung away swirled directly and slashed towards the martial artist's neck.

This made the martial artist even more surprised, and he clearly felt that Lin Qingyue had broken through in battle, a top-grade warrior.

Although there is no bottleneck in a great realm, breaking through this kind of thing also requires being at the peak of physical strength, true qi, spirit, and so on.

There is only one explanation for being able to do this in battle, and that is that this girl has been suppressing the realm, and she has been suppressing it for a long time.

People who are in the realm are extremely rare, and the main reason is that in the mainstream understanding of the martial arts world, the realm is superior, and the level and number of True Qi determine the victory or defeat, unless some people who practice special exercises will do so.

Although Lin Qingyue was on the verge of battle and ascension, he still didn't pose much threat to him, but it would take some strength to take Lin Qingyue.

Ordinary martial arts duels, in the absence of absolute superiority, often rely on the competition of true Qi strength, this martial artist never thought that one day he would compete with a samurai Zhen Qi strong.

I can only blame myself for carelessly abandoning an arm, the reduced combat power of one arm is more than one-half, and many techniques and moves cannot be used, and even the martial artist's greatest advantage over the samurai, the true qi, has been hindered.

Liu Zhengjing saw that Lin Qingyue's side was temporarily out of danger, and he was also slightly relieved, and began to think about a way to break the game.

His flying needle is not used yet, and if he does, he will use it in the most critical places.

At this moment, Liu Zhengjing noticed that there were more than a dozen people around.

These were originally arranged on the periphery to prevent the target from escaping, but at this time, they also discovered that something was wrong and surrounded them.

Liu Zhengjing's heart sank.

Zhou Yiyao suddenly screamed in fright, as if she finally felt scared, and drilled towards the unit door.

The two people closest to the encirclement chased after them directly.

Liu Zhengjing knew that this was Zhou Yiyao's desire to find a place to avoid sight and help.

These people on the periphery don't seem to be too strong, they should only be in the warrior realm, and Liu Zhengjing is not too worried about Zhou Yiyao.

I don't worry about these people attacking me, and the battle circle between myself and the martial artist is not something that ordinary samurai can interfere with.

I can't help this martial artist for a while, but I can easily knock one or two warriors to death without delaying anything.

Although the situation on Song Zhi's side is getting worse and worse, the flying holy light is not something that a warrior can get close to.

The only thing she is worried about is Lin Qingyue, she can temporarily resist the Broken Arm Martial Artist, it does not mean that she can ignore the warriors, not to mention that there are more than ten of them this time.

Liu Zhengjing's face became more and more anxious, and his moves were also chaotic.

As soon as the martial artist saw the opportunity, he avoided one of Liu Zhengjing's wheels, and suddenly bullied in, and a mountain leaner hit Liu Zhengjing's chest.

Liu Zhengjing blocked it with his other hand, and his body flew out upside down.

The direction in which he flew upside down was none other than Wu Shu.

This is all in his calculations, the current situation is getting more and more serious, no matter which side of the battlefield has problems, they will be defeated.

But there is one battlefield that can be turned around as long as you win, and that is Song Zhi.

Wu Shu's strange mirror restrained Song Zhi, and once he got close to Wu Shu, he was likely to be fatally attacked.

This is the only way to sneak attack.

Liu Zhengjing's body flying upside down really attracted Wu Shu's attention, but when he saw that the other person couldn't even maintain his balance in mid-air and had fallen to the ground, he didn't care about it, and concentrated on dealing with Song Zhi.

He could feel that Song Zhi would be taken down by himself immediately.

At this moment, Liu Zhengjing, who fell to the ground, suddenly raised his hand, and three flying needles shot out.

The martial artist yelled to be careful, it was too late.

As a warlock, Wu Shu's physical fitness is not a strong point, even if he is a great magician, he is not much stronger than an ordinary martial artist.

And Liu Zhengjing's flying needles are no longer what they used to be, they have no intention of calculating, and they don't give him a chance to dodge at all, one of the three flying needles shot through his right hand, one shot through his shoulder, and one hit the bronze mirror in his hand.

It's not that Liu Zhengjing doesn't want to shoot his head, it's that he just can't shoot when he lies on the ground.

Wu Shu snorted, the mirror was knocked away, and he shouted angrily in anger, and an elemental ring erupted from his mouth and set it towards Liu Zhengjing.

Liu Zhengjing just stood up with a carp, the martial artist had already attacked the front, and swept out with a stick, who knew that the martial artist was going to resist hard this time, slapping the iron rod with one palm and Liu Zhengjing's chest with one palm.

This stick Liu Zhengzheng was greedy for speed, and he expected that the martial artist would still hide, but he didn't inject much internal force, and he was actually blocked by the martial artist.

He was slapped in the chest, and his figure staggered back a few steps.

The elemental ring also shrank and fell on Liu Zhengjing's body.

Liu Zhengjing's consciousness slowly dissipated, and when he was about to dissipate, he saw that Song Zhi had broken all the elemental rings, and a holy light pierced through the head of the martial artist who was about to take Lin Qingyue, and the head of the martial artist in front of him.

The children have all fallen into the trap, and as a mother, she chose to save people as soon as possible.

Liu Zhengzheng fell straight to the ground, and the black iron rod hit the ground with a dull sound.

Lin Qingyue let out a terrible scream, and a huge black gas rushed out of the corridor, and there was a petite figure in the black air.

The two martial artists fell to the ground, Wu Shu fell to the ground, the toxin began to attack, and the bronze mirror rolled on the ground.

Song Zhi knelt on one knee, and there was no holy light on his body.

Liu Zhengjing's consciousness dissipated......