Under the reflection of the firelight, the figures were crowded.

Armed with a variety of weapons, the rogues pounced on Jing Yu.

Some of the people in this group were wearing leather armor.

Others wore thick leather jackets with a longbow hanging from their backs.

I don't know where I got this equipment.

As soon as he had run a short distance, the arrows splashed like water.

Jing Yu swung a sword wind in front of him, stopping the arrow.

Although the martial arts of these rogues are average, there are too many of them.

No sooner had the group fallen than another group of people came up.

Jing Yu carried his sword and ran with a roar.

This guy didn't just run, but ran in circles around the camp.

A monk of the Yi tribe hid in the crowd and wanted to attack Jing Yu.

But the moment he rushed over, he was overturned by Jing Yu with a sword.

"I don't know, master, I'm a rare genius student in Huailu Academy in a hundred years? It's up to you? Let's practice for another 100 years. ”

Jing Yu made a very methodical move, trying to avoid wasting his strength on those miscellaneous fish.

Instead, he concentrated on dealing with a few Yi monks.

Soon, three Yi monks died by his sword.

Jing Yu made a big jump and jumped over the crowd.

Again went straight to the Yi monk behind the crowd.

"Your dad is here!!"

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The Chinese army battalion.

Commander Ye Hao listened to the movement outside, and he didn't seem to be interested.

Glancing at the Yi envoy, he prepared to withdraw silently.

Standing here, where is it comfortable to lie on a woman's lap.

As soon as his back touched the curtain of the tent, a hand suddenly patted him.

Well?

Ye Hao subconsciously turned his head.

The cold light was fleeting.

Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

A moment later, he fell to the ground weakly with a "poof".

Li Ping'an walked in calmly.

The envoy of the Yi tribe turned his back to Li Ping'an, and there were words in his mouth.

A wisp of black smoke seeped out of his body.

Where would Li Ping'an wait for him to make a big move, and handed it over with a knife.

Bang!!

The knife flashed, but it was like hitting some kind of hard object and was bounced back.

The envoy sneered, "The old man's scattered spirit array can be called the nemesis of monks.

Whether you are a martial artist or a qi practitioner.

The lower third-grade monks are quacked and killed, and even the middle third-grade monks are difficult to deal with. ”

Li Ping'an frowned, "So powerful!?" ”

The messenger turned around, "If you meet the old man, you are unlucky, just wait to be sucked dry of the aura in your body and die!" ”

The surrounding air flow immediately turned black, and there was a cold aura.

Filled the entire space, twisting into a mass in mid-air.

Li Ping'an showed a frightened expression, "This... What is it!? ”

The messenger laughed, "In a few moments, the aura in your body will be sucked clean, and this is where you will be buried." ”

Li Ping'an: "What? Will the aura in my body be sucked clean?

Don't, don't! ”

The messenger cried out frantically: "Despair, make a sound of despair." ”

As his mournful voice rang out, the air was even more bloody and tyrannical.

An eerie coercion suddenly rose in every inch of space.

The murderous aura that filled almost every inch of space, giving people a sense of suffocating oppression.

Li Ping'an gradually couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Half a cup of tea has passed.

Li Ping'an was lying on the ground, his whole body stiff, and his limbs were twitching constantly.

The messenger put down the teacup, and it was estimated that he had almost sucked it.

The other party's "heart pulse" is about to be broken, and his qi and blood are extremely weak.

With a wave of his hand, the messenger untied the formation.

was about to leave the camp tent, and kicked Li Ping'an hard by the way.

This kid can't be killed for the time being, the living are more useful than the dead.

Suddenly, something happened suddenly.

Li Ping'an suddenly burst out.

"Whoosh!"

The messenger hurriedly stepped back, tiptoeing at the same time.

Directly hit the opponent's feet, easily defusing the opponent's attack.

The messenger retreated to a safe distance, his face surprised.

"Impossible!?"

His arms didn't feel paralyzed, and no blood was coming out, so he was fine.

But there was a problem with the pulse, and it was very stable.

It even went over a little smoothly, as if he was asleep.

Piercing a thin silver needle on his arm.

The surrounding acupuncture points seemed to be blocked.

【Doctor's Benevolence: Acupuncture】

[The power of acupuncture and moxibustion, with qi as the degree, gathers the qi of the meridians under the needle, and the six needles return to their positions, dispersing the qi!!] 】

The messenger lucked the dantian, and the spirit drew qi and broke out of the hole.

Whoosh!!

The silver needle was knocked off his arm.

Although he quickly broke the opponent's stitch, he was caught by Li Ping'an for a moment.

The sleeve of the messenger's coat was swept by a strong wind, and the sleeve cracked open.

He didn't want to think about it, and waved his sleeves.

An invisible force erupted, enveloping the flying sword drizzle in his sleeve.

[Swallow through the clouds: shrinking the ground into inches]

Bang!!

There was a loud "click", and a huge force came.

Li Ping'an's knee slammed into the emissary's head.

Jumping out of the darkness and stabbing into the opponent's bones.

The messenger staggered backwards, and he almost fainted.

As soon as Fang landed, Li Ping'an slashed out again

A cut was made in the other person's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

It all happened only in the light of light.

The envoy's reaction was not unfast, but Li Ping'an's speed was too fast.

Within five steps, there is no possibility of winning against Shang Wufu by practicing qi in the same realm.

Although Li Ping'an is not a martial artist, his strength is not weaker than that of a martial artist of the lower three grades.

The move was sharp, without giving the messenger the slightest chance to react.

The messenger's throat ached, and a wisp of blood ran down his throat.

I was about to cast a spell, but there was only a flash of cold light.

Running for his head again.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wings carries a terrifying power that makes people's hearts tremble.

What a sharp knife!

The messenger was able to dodge, and then the cuffs suddenly broke with a "poof".

Li Ping'an pinched the sword trick in his hand, "Go!" ”

Xue Liang's flying sword was only an inch away from the throat of the messenger.