Qi Ming had been frowning, and his casual expression finally changed slightly at this moment.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of interest, "Something interesting!"

The sword in his hand was raised slightly, and it slashed lightly in the air, not facing Qin Jiu.

Unexpectedly, he actually brought Qin Jiu's fist style to the other side.

There was a loud bang, and the bluestone slab floor of the ring was blasted out of a spider web crack.

......

There was silence in the ring.

The spiritual power fluctuations and coercion that Qin Jiu punched just now made their scalps tingle.

"That'...... Aren't those people from the obscure little sect of the Blue Sky Realm? How can they be so strong?"

"If that blow had hit me, I'd ...... I was completely powerless to resist. ”

......

Qin Jiu's punch was deflected, and he wanted to attack again, but Qi Ming's second sword had already arrived.

This second sword was not a horizontal slash, but a gentle circle.

But it was such a circle, but it made Qin Jiu's face suddenly flush.

Because at this moment, there was sword light in front of him, and he felt that there was no way back.

Just when Qi Ming's sword momentum advanced layer by layer, he was about to attack Qin Jiu.

Chu Moli's voice sounded slowly, "Old Five." ”

Before the words fell, Qi Ming suddenly felt that his elbow was pulled by something and he couldn't move.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a tall and beautiful woman, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and her slender ten fingers flicked away.

And what grabbed his elbow was the silk thread that Ling Yusheng wrapped around him.

When did these threads come up?

He didn't even know it?

Qi Ming was surprised, Ling Yusheng had already flicked his fingers, and dozens of silver needles flew towards Qi Ming with lightning speed.

Qi Ming wanted to bend down to dodge, but he was wrapped with silk threads on his body, and he couldn't bend over.

At the last moment, he had to take a step back and avoid the attack.

......

Under the ring, many people gasped.

"They, they actually forced Mentor Qi Ming to move a step. ”

"Just now, the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect formed a sword formation, and more than twenty people attacked in unison, and they couldn't let Mentor Qi Ming move even a bit. ”

"Who is this Xiaoyaomen? Why are they so strong?"

......

These shocked onlookers didn't know that the attack of the six people from Xiaoyaomen had just begun.

Qi Ming had just dodged Ling Yusheng's attack, broke the silk thread on his body, and was about to raise his sword to attack.

Chu Moli said again: "Xiao Qi." ”

"It's ready!" Luo Yu showed a bright and lovely smile, his fingers flicking in the air.

Qi Ming was surprised at what they had to do.

Suddenly, countless birds fell from the sky, blocking Qi Ming's sight.

Almost at the same time, a dense group of small mice appeared on the ground at some point, burrowing into Qi Ming's clothes.

If you look closely, you will find that these little birds and mice are not real birds and mice at all, but lifeless puppets.

Luoyu's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his face was pale, but the movements in his hands did not stagnate.

Qi Ming's movements of his hands and feet finally showed a trace of panic.

He suddenly burst out of the spiritual power in his body, shaking away the bird puppets and rat puppets around him.

But before he could regain his keen insight, two powerful sword lights had already roared.

Leng Yumo and Yun Ruohan's figures overlapped and staggered in the void.

The sword lights of the two superimposed on each other, but it was not an ordinary one plus one, but a complete blend.