With a slash in the air, the green wolf's body jumped high, and another knife swung towards the ground. The huge blade quickly slashed down towards Zhu Xiaoqi on the ground with the sound of wind and thunder.

Xuanyuan Yu landed beside Zhu Xiaoqi, and without raising his head, he punched out into the air. A red flame erupted along one of his arms, like a dragon out of the sea, and slammed head-on into the blade in the air.

There was a loud bang, and the air exploded with spiritual light, and the blade and flame disappeared at the same time.

Xuanyuan Yu's feet sank deep into the sand, and the green wolf in the air seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and his body flew out like a broken kite.

"I just like to see you use this trick to fall more and more domineering!" Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand, picked up Zhu Xiaoqi on the ground, and praised loudly in his mouth.

"Xuanyuan Yu, you are actually Wuzun!" Zhu Xiaoqi ignored his taunt and said through gritted teeth as he watched him.

"Did I say I wasn't?" Xuanyuan Yu frowned and looked at him with an innocent expression.

"Then why the hell are you still pretending to be a martial artist in front of Lao Tzu?" Zhu Xiaoqi wanted to cry without tears.

"Oh, your strength is too weak, I can only do this, otherwise I will die!" Xuanyuan Yu shrugged his shoulders.

"Good! good!" I once thought that as long as I worked harder to cultivate, I could defeat Xuanyuan Yu, but I didn't expect that he had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and Zhu Xiaoqi heard the sound of his heartbreak.

"Oh, I forgot, you've always wanted to beat me. Then work hard, you are now a martial artist, and you are not much different from a martial artist. Xuanyuan Yu smiled.

"That guy is yours. Zhu Xiaoqi pointed to the green wolf that had just fallen back to the ground in the distance, and then pounced on a rising sun soldier on the battlefield with a kitchen knife. Private, the other party's rank made him secretly happy in his heart. At this time, he needed to pick up a soft persimmon and pinch it, and comfort his injured soul with the pleasure of chopping melons and vegetables.

Military rank, after hand-to-hand combat, is an important basis for soldiers to choose their opponents, because the higher the rank of the officer who kills the opposing party, the shorter the time until the end of the battle. A small private, in an important battle, is often overlooked by the opponent.

When Zhu Xiaoqi walked towards him, the private was searching for his target in the chaotic battlefield. At this time, a familiar figure came into his sight, which made him overjoyed. Isn't this chubby guy with a golden kitchen knife in his hand the same Zhu Xiaoqi that the platoon commander wants to deal with himself?

His eyes hurriedly swept over the battlefield, and he found that the platoon commander had been entangled by a strong opponent, and two strong men at the martial honorable level were fighting happily.

"That's cheap for me!" he rejoiced. If you kill this guy in front of you, won't this battle be over? In this case, maybe your military rank should be changed again, right?

"Brother, I'm in a bad mood, let me slash twice to vent! I promise not to hack you to death!" a weak voice floated into his ears. Looking back, the guy he wanted to kill was looking at him with a sad expression.

"I promise I'll beat you to death. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the soldier's mouth.

"Then try it!" Zhu Xiaoqi's kitchen knife in his hand shone brightly, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth.

When people are unlucky, they drink cold water and stuff their teeth. A private dares to be so arrogant in front of him, which is simply challenging his bottom line.

"Okay, try!" the Private smiled dismissively.

A golden light as dazzling as the sun suddenly shone in front of him, eclipsing the kitchen knife in Zhu Xiaoqi's hand.

The private stretched out a hand, and the golden light silently converged on his hand, and a large golden bow gradually appeared in his palm. And when his other hand stretched out, Zhu Xiaoqi saw a golden long arrow.

Pulling arrows and taking bows, the gaze of the private locked on Zhu Xiaoqi in front of him.

"Damn! Another Wuzun, do you want people to live, can you still play happily!" pinching the persimmon and pinching a cactus, Zhu Xiaoqi wanted to die, and groaned in pain, while pulling out his feet and running.

How can a private of the Rising Sun have the protective spiritual power of Wu Zun? If the young wolf's men are so strong, will they still have to fight this battle today? Wouldn't everyone on their side who participated in the battle have to be explained here?

One question after another, flashed through his mind. Within a few minutes of the start of the battle, a qiē was developing in a direction that he could not control. He knew that Meng Yi's people were very strong, but the experience of the two fights told him that as long as Gale was full of strength, they could handle it, and if they added the help of the Sand Clan, they could win this battle.

However, at this time, he suddenly discovered that he Yan Zhan had underestimated the strength of Meng Yi and his subordinates. Under normal circumstances, a strong person at the level of Wuzun will not succumb to the army, and even if he enters the army, he will not serve as a low-level officer, let alone be a private. However, in Meng Yi's troops, all the impossible became possible, and the private of the Wuzun level simply dazzled his eyes.

"This stupid pig, the chrysanthemum is about to be exploded, why are you still running in a straight line?" On the sand dune, Lei Meng, the captain of the reserve team, looked at the golden long arrow chasing behind Zhu Xiaoqi, and said anxiously.

The appearance of this Wuzun disturbed his mind. He probably didn't expect that there would be two martial honor-level powerhouses in a platoon on the other side. Fortunately, there were only two, and when he found out, he probably calmed down. Leng Yunfei said lightly.

"Why don't you save him?" asked Lei Meng with a frown.

"I'm only good at sneak attacks, and I can't touch fish if the water isn't muddy. What's more, I can't deal with that guy either. Leng Yunfei was still very calm.

"Then you're just watching him be blown up to death?" Lei Meng was furious when he heard this.

"Why don't you go?" Leng Yunfei glanced at him.

"Don't irritate Lao Tzu. Lei Meng was stunned.

"You stimulate Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu doesn't go. How comfortable it is to stay here!" The next moment, he lay on the sand, looking like he was enjoying it.

As Leng Yunfei said, Zhu Xiaoqi quickly noticed that there were no new martial honorable-level powerhouses among the soldiers in the melee. This discovery reassured him, and then he remembered the bow and arrow in the hand of the private martial artist, and couldn't help but turn his head nervously to watch.

This turn scared him out of a cold sweat. Behind him, a long golden arrow was whistling towards him, only seven or eight meters away from him.

Zhu Xiaoqi's unique magic skill reappeared, and the whole person rolled out diagonally, and when he got up again, he was already more than ten meters away from the golden arrow attack line.

"Can you escape like this?" In the distance, the private looked at Zhu Xiaoqi, who was unbearable, a sneer appeared on his face, and he stretched out a hand and gently pulled it in the air.

The golden arrow seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and the arrow suddenly turned around and chased after Zhu Xiaoqi.

You can't dodge it, this arrow has eyes. Zhu Xiaoqi stood up straight, raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and decided to take the other party's attack.

This was a reluctant decision, because when he calmed down and thought about it, there was no one on the battlefield at the moment who could fight against this strong man, and once he turned to other Gale members, he might cause serious casualties to the troops, which he could not accept, and he had to personally go out and entangle the other party.

For a martial artist, trying to take on the attack of the martial artist is tantamount to asking for his own death, because the strength of different levels is very different. But Zhu Xiaoqi is different, he not only has a strong ability to resist blows, but also has the Li family's treasure scattered spirit armor on his body, in addition to this, he can also gather the power of the five systems to perform a thunderous blow. As for Long Wei, he didn't consider using it for the time being, because Li Xiaowan had told him that a low-level cultivator could not be suppressed by a high-level cultivator.

When the golden arrow arrived in front of him, Zhu Xiaoqi swung his knife and struck out a golden light.

Two golden rays of light collided in the air, and an explosion suddenly sounded. A cloud of spiritual power light drifted away, and the speed of the golden arrow piercing from the light point slowed down significantly, and the light dimmed a little.

The huge impact force when the two forces collided made Zhu Xiaoqi staggered back more than ten steps before he could barely stabilize his body, but his chest was stuffy and stuffy, and the Venus in front of him was soaring.

Gritting his teeth and swinging the knife again, another green light shot out from the kitchen knife, hitting the golden arrow.

The collision occurred again, and the golden arrow became only half the size of its original size, and its speed became slower and slower. And Zhu Xiaoqi, who was flying back, had a trace of blood soaked from the corner of his mouth, and his face became more and more ugly.

With one more swing, the golden arrow was wiped out in the earthy yellow kitchen knife light. Zhu Xiaoqi was also so tired that he collapsed to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. This mouthful of blood spit out, Zhu Xiaoqi's whole person was much more relaxed.

"It seems that this guy is hiding among the soldiers and specializes in yin!" Zhu Xiaoqi looked at the private in the distance and sighed with palpitations.

The private looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The appearance of the three-line spiritual power made him have a strong interest in the opponent in front of him.

"One more arrow, I'll see how you deal with it!" he slewed his bow and arrow, aiming at the enemy in the distance.

Seeing the golden arrow attacking again, Zhu Xiaoqi felt so sad in his heart! Even though he was a fifth-line spiritual power martial artist, even though he had an extraordinary physique, looking at the relaxed appearance of the other party when shooting arrows, he would be played to death sooner or later if he continued like this.

"Yu Yao, I have to miss you!" Again, he deeply missed the woman he loved and hated.

The golden arrow was approaching, and Zhu Xiaoqi was about to swing his knife out, when a strange sound suddenly came from under him. A whirlpool of sand appeared, and his body disappeared into it.

"Hey, you can drill into the dirt, it's so fun!" the private was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"I think he's funny, too, but my man can only play with me!" a cold female voice, with a hint of chill, came into the private's ears.

The private's head ached sharply, as if he had been stabbed with a knife in his life.

"Smack!" There were two crisp sounds, and he was in a state of distraction, and his face hurt hotly from the slaps of the left and right bows. After the slap, a Miaoman's figure floated in the air, and a huge force exploded in his chest, and his body fell heavily and flew out.

"It's so beautiful!" he looked up, and he saw a girl who was charming and amorous. She stared at him coldly, a thin layer of anger on her face, and her full chest became as turbulent as a river because of the fluctuations of her feelings.

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