"Li Qiang, you're awake, great. Duoduoqi Muge saw Li Qiang open his eyes and burst into laughter. The crystal tears are still hanging on the girl's delicate goose egg face, which is endearing.

Li Qiang nodded at Duoduoqi Muge and stood up with her support.

"The Holy Wolf Emissary has stood up!"

"Holy Wolf Messenger, he is not dead, he is not even injured!"

The voice from the felt tent of the Su branch couldn't help but make Li Qiang smile bitterly in his heart,

The true qi of the sword array that entered the body just now was quite weird, and by mistake, it actually merged with the true qi in his body to form a Taiji diagram, and at this moment, the true qi in his body was already twice as much as just now.

But before subduing the sword array true qi in his body, the sword array true qi stirred up the world in his internal organs for a while, and his internal organs had been completely injured. He is quite skilled in medicine and knows his physical condition at the moment.

I'm afraid that it won't last long.

Li Qiang glanced into the distance, just now he and Duoduoqi Muge were almost killed on the spot, judging from the current internal injuries, I am afraid that they will not live for a year.

All this is thanks to the shaman on the hill!

"Today you have already set up two big arrays, I don't believe you can still set up a third one!"

Li Qiang protected his heart with a breath of true qi, took out a piece of rune paper from his arms, and slowly picked up the wooden sword from the ground.

A wisp of green smoke, the rune paper burned out in his hand, and regardless of the injuries on his body, he poured all his true qi into the wooden sword as much as possible.

"Open. ”

As Li Qiang shouted, the wooden sword filled with true qi emitted bursts of white light. He shouted hoarsely: "This wooden sword, I don't think you can dodge!"

The wooden sword pointed forward, and it was about to be thrown, only to hear someone in the void speak faintly.

"Little friend, stop, listen to me!"

The voice hung in the air, the western sky was full of blue clouds, the halo was swirling, a blue, white and red auspicious cloud descended from the sky, and in a blink of an eye, it fell on the distant hills, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a crown of heaven, wearing a golden silk robe, a plump and heroic middle-aged Taoist, walked in front of the shaman in a few steps.

The Taoist faced Li Qiang's direction and bowed his hand slightly: "Xiaoyou, listen to me, God has the virtue of a good life." In today's battle, since you and this shaman have won and lost, you don't need to kill them all, right?"

The virtue of a good life?

Make a clean sweep of?

Li Qiang looked at the Taoist who fell from the sky in the distance, and sneered in his heart: Did I kill them all?

Whose scouts came to the camp of the Soviet branch? Whose iron horsemen came from a hundred miles away? Who sent down the heavenly fire? Who summoned the sword array?

Under a sword, he almost died on the spot!

Now, he only has one year to live, he has just come down the mountain, he is not yet eighteen years old.

"Who are you, what are you doing?" Li Qiang said coldly.

"I am a mangtong under the account of the great god of Jumang, and I have come here to mediate the war, and I will take these shamans away later, this battle is won by Xiaoyou. ”

"Why?"

Mang Tong was stunned for a moment, as if Li Qiang's sentence was a big surprise to him, and after a moment of silence, the Taoist gave up his hand again: "What should I do according to Xiaoyou's intentions?"

"I want their lives!"

Li Qiang's sentence was extremely ruthless, he knew that the Taoist came down from the clouds, and the Taoist claimed to be a mangtong under the account of the great god of Jumang.

The great god of Mangtong in his mouth is the ancient god who is in charge of the Fusang Divine Tree and the place where the sun rises, and the realm should be the Dongyuan Taichu Golden Immortal, which is the second rank among the nine immortals in the Taiqing Realm, second only to the Mixed Yuan Beginningless Golden Immortal. And Mang Tong himself, among the nine immortals in the Taiqing Realm, is at least the cultivation of a fifth-class immortal.

And he is just a mortal fetus in the flesh.

But so what?

Li Qiang didn't want to forget about this matter today, he wanted to fight for an explanation for himself.

"So...... Xiaoyou doesn't want to give poor Dao this thin face. Mang Tong's tone was obviously cold, and he stretched out the sleeves of his robe: "Then the poor Dao will teach the high tricks of the little friends." ”

"I'm going for them, I don't want to accept it!"

Whether it is rank or status, what should Da Luo Jin Immortal do, can he crush the flesh and dignity of mortals at will?

Even if it is, then you have to ask the wooden sword in your hand!

Li Qiang urged the true qi again, and the Taiji diagram slowly rotated in his body, although he was seriously injured, but in the past eighteen years of solid practice, among his peers, there were few people who could beat him. The Taiji diagram in the body is formed, and the true qi at this moment is much stronger than before the start of the war.

A wooden sword in his hand had been filled with aura just now, and a spell had been cast, and this time Li Qiang poured all the true qi around his body into it again, and the white mangs of the wooden sword were even better, and it actually had some texture of fine iron. With one throw, the momentum was not slightly weaker than the sword formation summoned by the shaman just now, and it was even a few points faster in speed.

A wooden sword was so powerful that it couldn't help but make Mang Tong's heart shocked.

The young man looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and an ordinary cultivator, at this age, he couldn't even gather his qi freely, let alone release his true qi.

And in the battle just now, the young man single-handedly resisted the two great arrays of the more than a dozen shamans with the highest mana on the grassland. Now the strength seems to have not been damaged at all, and in the wooden sword, the true qi is pure and full!

Originally, Mang Tong thought that he had just obtained an ordinary mission, after all, he was already a person who had ascended to the Immortal, and his attitude towards Li Qiang just now was not good, but it was enough for ordinary people in the lower realm.

But under this sword, he suddenly regretted a little, if his tone was more gentle and his attitude was more sincere just now, he should be able to avoid this new dispute, right?

This mangtong is indeed a person who has attained enlightenment. This Taiqing Realm Immortal is divided into nine ranks, the first-class Mixed Yuan Beginningless Golden Immortal, the second-class Dongyuan Taichu Golden Immortal, the third-class Lingyuan Creation True Immortal, the fourth-class Heavenly Immortal, the fifth-class Immortal, the Sixth-class Earth Immortal, the seventh-class Narcissus, the Eighth Class Immortal, and the ninth-class Ghost Immortal.

The fifth rank and above are the realm of immortals, and Mangtong is the fifth level.

Li Qiang fought with the shamans just now, Mang Tong originally didn't pay attention to it, the "Cold Dragon Stone Rock Array" was indeed a little mysterious, and the bare-handed sword formation was indeed bold. But after all, it is a mortal fighting method, and the level is still a little worse.

But after Li Qiang defeated the shaman twice, he was still full of true qi, and the wooden sword was thrown, and it even exceeded the power of the sword array summoned by more than ten shamans. couldn't help but let Mang Tong re-examine the strength of the young man in front of him.

After entering the realm of immortals, the three flowers gather at the top, and the five qi are in the yuan, and you can see what mortals can't see.

Mang Tong fixed his eyes and saw that Li Qiang's dantian was surrounded by black and white, and there was a hidden cash light on the top of his head.

He secretly said in his heart: What kind of exercises did he practice? What is the golden light above his head? Does he still have a back hand?

I can't take this sword hard!

Mang Tong made up his mind, his arms were held in a moon-hugging pose, spread out above his head, and a five-colored light appeared in his arms, and a little girl jumped out of the arms of the Taoist. The little girl is only more than a foot tall, dressed in red and with red shoes, and has a bun on each side of her head, which looks a little cute at first glance, but when you look closely, this girl has no eyes, mouth and nose!

Sword to!

The little girl leaped towards the wooden sword and blocked it with her body!

"Poof"

The sound of the wooden sword piercing the little girl was not loud, but everyone under the sky could hear it clearly. Under the true qi, the little girl immediately exploded into several pieces. Hindered by this, the wooden sword also lost castration and plunged into the grass in front of Mangtong's feet.

Windy ......

Blown through ......

This colorful doll is a magic weapon of the fairy family, the body is extremely strong, and it can be called out when it is critical, but it can protect the body and continue to live, but I didn't expect it to be folded under Li Qiangmu's sword today.

The colorful doll was smashed by the wooden sword, and Mang Tong felt distressed for a while, but he couldn't show it slightly.

This boy is strange! This place should not be stayed for a long time, I will appease him in a while, and take away the shamans!

"Xiaoyou's wooden sword, it's so powerful. I don't know if after breaking my colorful doll, can I make Xiaoyou's anger calm down a little?" Mang Tong rolled up his sleeves and hugged his fist at Li Qiang: "Today's poor Dao is just acting according to orders, and he offended a lot of words just now, so I will compensate Xiaoyou." Today, Xiaoyou and Shaman fought a battle, but Xiaoyou won. Poor Dao promised that from now on, the shaman will never harass Xiaoyou again, and even the Su branch, and from now on, he will retreat, I wonder if Xiaoyou can be satisfied?"

After saying this, without seeing Li Qiang speak, Mang Tong hurriedly arched his hand again, took a dozen shamans, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and went to the sky.