"Beat you? Alone, or ......"

"You don't have to squeeze me with words." Yuan Qingwei's eyes were cold: "For me, the three of you are on one by one, I still waste time!" ”

"In that case, then we might as well be respectful."

When the words fell, a pair of iron fists fell, and the fierce and powerful fist power was like an invisible hammer striking at Yuan Qingwei's heavenly spirit. At the same time, the other person's eyes also skyrocketed into a fine light that he couldn't look at directly, and he pushed out with one palm, like the true qi of the blue sky and blue waves, with the majestic and uncast coercion of the wild waves of the sea, and crushed Yuan Qingwei against him.

The offensive of the two was condensed and both, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, plus the last person, their bodies flickered, and they hid in the attack of the two, like a Tai Chi arc between yin and yang, perfectly neutralizing the possible conflict between the two, and raising the attack to a higher level.

I have to say that the three of them are not very good, but the kung fu in their hands has not buried the name of the Demon Dao Grandmaster. The three of them obviously have no experience in joining forces against the enemy, but they can rely on their superb martial arts realm, and as soon as they make a move, they form a very tacit understanding of encirclement and suppression.

In the face of the joint trend of the three of them, even if Cang Haoqian is resurrected, he must show eighty percent of his strength and treat it carefully.

But Yuan Qingwei is different, he has the magic power of the mirror of the heart lake, and he has a very keen insight into all things.

No matter how tacit the connection between the three is, it is only the interweaving of true qi, as a demon path master, the three of them actually don't trust each other at all, and they still have a certain degree of defense against the other two, which is a very obvious loophole in Yuan Qingwei's opinion.

With a wrong step, the golden silk clothes appeared, and the long sleeves with a pale golden luster slid into the gap where the three people's true qi blended, splitting the fused true qi, and then slapped his palm on the person hidden in the attack.

This man is one of the most powerful assassins, the least defensive, and the best at escaping.

The moment he broke through the blockade of himself and others in Yuan Qingwei, he sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated, but after all, he was a step too slow. At the same time as he retreated rapidly, his lower abdomen was hit by the "True Qi" that came out of Yuan Qing's palm.

The "True Qi" that was as condensed and transparent as jade broke through his protective True Qi, although the number of this "True Qi" was not very large, but the destructive power exerted was very terrifying.

Everywhere I passed, the meridians in my body were all jade, and my internal organs were also greatly impacted.

What's even more troublesome is that this "true qi" is extremely condensed, and it is impossible to easily eliminate or assimilate it by relying on his skills.

Without looking, the assassin who hurriedly sat down cross-legged to heal his wounds, Yuan Qingwei's crystal jade palm rose, and collided with the falling iron fist again, this time the attack was more violent than the sneak attack just now, plus the other party tried to contain Yuan Qingwei and provide an opportunity for his comrades, the surging true qi continued to gush out, and the invisible air flow gushed out from the palms of the two people.

Yuan Qingwei chuckled, and an invisible force emerged from his palm, spitting and shrinking, deflecting and leading, the owner of the iron fist was uncontrollably offset by half a step, and the fist collided with the palm that had just fallen containing the power of the sea.

The iron fist, which has been slightly eliminated by Yuan Qing, is facing the waves in its heyday, and the result can be imagined.

With the crisp sound of bones shattering, this demon Dao master who was coerced by a pair of iron fists flew upside down and vomited blood. But at this time, Yuan Qingwei didn't know when he appeared behind him, spread out his palms, and pressed towards the back of the man who fell.

Mingyu mana flowed out, the man's eyes were round, and then a faint jade brilliance appeared little by little on the bronzed skin of his body, and as Yuan Qingwei avoided the vast palm power that fell immediately behind, cracks appeared on the other party's skin, and the last corpse full of blood fell to the ground.

"To put it bluntly, you are the first temptations to be pushed out, so there only one person who lives to go back to deliver the letter! And this person is obviously only fast enough! After avoiding the other party's sneak attack, Yuan Qingwei muttered to himself, stepped out, flicked his long sleeves, and the pale golden brilliance resurfaced, rolling towards the other party with a sharp edge.

The man on the opposite side raised his hands, and the vast true qi gushed out, as if the mighty river was sweeping towards Yuan Qingwei.

"Bo is not mixed, after fighting for so long, you haven't noticed that the general attack has no effect on me at all!" After Yuan Qingwei gave a conclusion, his palm passed through the other party's true qi and pointed at his eyebrows. As for the other party's strong true qi, falling on the golden silk clothes only lifted the corners of his clothes, slightly oppressing his meridians, and did not hurt his roots at all.

'It seems that the attacks below the Warlock Realm can no longer break through the defenses of the Golden Silk Cloth. Feeling the attack of the person just now, Yuan Qingwei compared the strength of his strength, which had surpassed him in the apprentice realm, but compared to him in the warlock realm, he still lacked some core things.

According to the records of the sect, the cultivation of the golden silk clothes to this extent is almost the extreme in the early stage of the warlock realm, but I can feel that the golden silk clothes have the possibility of going further. Yuan Qing used his magical powers, felt the pale golden light on his body like clothes, and thought secretly.

'This change is obviously not for no reason, I just don't know if it's because of the location of the breakthrough, or because when I broke through, I borrowed the secret method of the immortal world, or both? After thinking about the possible reasons, Yuan Qingwei turned his head to the assassin who was barely suppressing the injury and cautiously stood beside him: "Did you hear what I said just now?" ”

"Hear me!" As the martial arts master of the martial arts world, the assassin in front of him can be said to have no integrity at all, he is obviously fifty or sixty years old, and he licked his face and said respectfully to Yuan Qingwei: "I don't know if the real person has any other requirements?" ”

"Other requirements?" Yuan Qingwei thought about it and said casually: "Since this is the case, then you can tell the righteous people by the way, if you have any doubts, you can find me here in three months." I'm here in the ring waiting for them, and if they have the ability to win against me, whatever they want to know, as long as I know, they will answer. But if I've heard about this mess after the ring fight, don't blame me for not being emotional. ”

With his hands behind his back, his long sleeves fluttering in the wind, Yuan Qing glanced at the assassin slightly, but his bland eyes made the other party even more afraid. Yuan Qingwei gave him the feeling that he was not looking at people at all, but at a certain kind of dead thing.

The assassin did not dare to resist at all, and bowed his head and understood: "Yes! ”

"Let's go!" Yuan Qingwei stepped forward and patted the assassin on the shoulder, a cold current was injected into it, and said calmly: "You must come back within forty-five days, and then set up the ring within a month, no problem!" ”

"No problem!" The assassin replied, and his figure swept through the woods like a phantom of green smoke, disappearing without a trace.