Boss Qi asked Qi Lao Er to drag Zhao Ziming, and when he performed his soul technique, Zhao Ziming saw the way his soul power operated and the changes in the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth.

For the first time, Zhao Ziming saw that soul power could also be used in this way, not directly for attacking, but for mobilizing the vitality of heaven and earth, and then releasing it in the form of martial arts.

Just as he tried now.

Recalling the process of Boss Qi's spell in his mind, Zhao Ziming methodically mobilized his soul power to grasp and absorb the ice elements between heaven and earth.

The process was unexpectedly simple, and he was still worried that he hadn't memorized the strange spells that Boss Qi had recited, but now it seemed that the spells were not a necessary step.

With the gathering of the ice element, Zhao Ziming gradually felt that he was struggling, like carrying too much weight.

He hesitated for a moment, stopped absorbing the ice element, contracted his soul power, and changed a few seals with his hands.

An ice spear emerges out of thin air!

Zhao Ziming felt that he still had spare strength, and pinched the trick again.

Another Ice Spear!

Boss Qi shuddered suddenly, and subconsciously turned his head, just to see Zhao Ziming performing the "Ice Spear Technique", and the momentum was huge, and the number of ice elements attracted was far less than half of it.

His eyes widened suddenly, he forgot to run away, slowly stopped, and turned to look at the dreamy scene.

It wasn't until the two cold ice spears were aimed at him that Boss Qi woke up like a dream, hurriedly pinched the mantra, spewed out a cloud of essence blood, and cast a defensive soul technique.

An ice shield stood in front of him, crystal clear and indestructible.

Boss Qi didn't have the slightest sense of security, and continued to urge his soul power, wanting to condense the second ice shield.

But Zhao Ziming had already memorized the method of casting the ice shield, and he didn't plan to continue wasting time, he pointed forward with the index finger of his right hand and spit out the word "go".

Two ice spears shot out side by side, and with a flash, they arrived in front of Boss Qi and slammed into his ice shield.

Table tennis!

The ice shield collapsed at the touch of a button, and the two ice spears were no longer hindered, piercing straight into Boss Qi's chest, piercing through his chest, and nailing him to the ground.

Boss Qi's eyes were wide open, and there was still a look of disbelief on his face, as if he didn't expect to die that he would fall under the stunt he was proud of.

......

Lin Xi forgot the time, forgot everything, immersed in the world of marksmanship, and swung the gun and the gun again without distraction.

The strange thing is that his swinging movement is getting slower and slower, the number of gun flowers is getting smaller and smaller, and the trajectory of his marksmanship is becoming clearer and clearer, as if a beginner is practicing the gun alone.

Udi noticed these changes, but he was not happy at all, but a little frightened.

Because, although the difficult silver light has rarely appeared, although he can accurately block every shot of his opponent, he can't find a chance to fight back at all!

It can only be blocked.

Udi had never been in such a strange situation, and he felt like a cow stuck in the mud, with nowhere to exert his strength, nowhere to be powered, and to die of pain.

Moreover, the strength of that guy's gun is getting stronger and stronger, and he is gradually a little unstoppable, and there are already several holes on the surface of the big knife in his hand.

Suddenly, Udi felt a creep, and a strong aura of death rushed towards him.

He bit his lip and let out a beastly scream from his throat, and with a knife in both hands, he danced like the wind, and laid an earthy yellow wall of knives in front of him.

A familiar feeling came to his heart, Lin Xi was in a trance for a moment, sobered up from his state of selflessness, and saw the glitter at the tip of the silver spear.

Naturally, he twisted his wrist and sent it, and the light flew out of the spear, silently sinking into the wall of knives beneath Udib.

The overlapping shadows of the swords dissipated instantly, and Udi stood motionless in place, his eyes glazed.

Bang Dang!

The ghost-headed broadsword was broken in half, half held in Udi's hand, and half fell to the ground, and in the center of the fracture, there was a small semicircle in each.

"Ho-ho-" Udi let out two breaths, slowly lowered his head, looked at the bloody hole the size of the little finger in his chest, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally he didn't say a word, and fell straight back.

Udi's last thought before he fell to the ground was that if he didn't be greedy for merit, obeyed the arrangement in his eldest brother's letter, and waited for him to do it again, would there be a different ending?

"It's ...... Xue Ji?" Lin Xi rubbed the silver spear and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Haha, I understand, this is Xue Ji! This is the real Xue Ji!"

Zhao Ziming and Lin Xi won at the same time, and the whole process only took a cup of tea, whether it was the Wind Chasing Bandit Group or the Blizzard Commercial Bank, no one noticed this for the time being.

The fight between the two sides is hot.

The Wind Chasing Bandits had the advantage in numbers, and with their tacit understanding, they undoubtedly gained the absolute upper hand, killing and injuring many members of the Blizzard Comptoir.

Li of the six-trick faced Fang Wenyu of the seven-trick, even if the former tried his best and used several middle-level talismans, but after supporting more than a hundred moves, he was defeated, and was hit in the shoulder by the latter with a folding fan, vomiting blood and retreating.

Fang Wenyu laughed, opened the folding fan in his hand with a "brush", and walked forward, his demeanor was chic, he looked very elegant and extraordinary.

He was about to take advantage of the victory to chase and kill Li Gu under the fan, when a young girl suddenly sprang out in front of the latter and blocked the way.

Fang Wenyu smiled and said, "Little Nizi, do you think that I will show mercy to my subordinates?"

The girl's face was full of anger, and she bit her big white teeth, "Bastard, show mercy to your subordinates? The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time! If it weren't for Uncle Li's sacrifice of his life to lure you, you would still be cowering in the crowd and wouldn't dare to come out, right?"

When Fang Wenyu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and even though he was so scheming, he didn't understand what the girl meant for a while.

The next moment, he understood.

The girl's right hand was slightly raised, revealing a white and smooth palm under the thick velvet long sleeves, and a golden talisman was held on the palm, and a small sword was painted on the surface of the talisman.

"Golden Sword Talisman!" Fang Wenyu looked at it, his face changed wildly, with his knowledge, he could naturally recognize this precious and terrifying talisman.

Zheng Lulu didn't give Fang Wenyu any chance to escape, and as soon as the latter's word "Fu" came out, she inspired Fu Zheng.

A golden sword appeared, turned into a flash of golden light, and shot out with lightning speed, piercing the bodies of seven or eight bandits in a row, and finally disappeared somewhere.

Including Fang Wenyu, the person in the middle of the sword seemed to have been immobilized, and his movements froze for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.

Zheng Lulu leaned over to help Li Gu, "Uncle Li, are you okay?"

Li Gu smiled bitterly and said: "Thank you Miss for saving me, those talismans are your life-saving things, don't use them next, if something happens to you, the second son can't explain." ”

Zheng Lulu pursed her lips and swept her eyes around, but seeing that there were enemies all around, she knew that what he said was for her own good, so she didn't refute it.

She raised her head, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and muttered, "Brother Lin Xi, Xiao Mingzi, you must win." ”

......

Lin Xi and Zhao Ziming glanced at each other, nodded their heads, and invariably set their eyes on the battlefield.

"Brothers, the leader of the bandits has been executed, follow me to kill the remnants!" Lin Xi boosted his Yuan Li and shouted, dragged his gun, and killed into the crowd.

He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and wherever he passed, no bandit was an enemy, and the silver spear swept away, and blood was splashed!

Zhao Ziming was much simpler, because it only took two ice spears to kill Boss Qi, and most of the ice power he pulled was left, so he simply exhausted it in one breath and condensed seven ice spears.

Wherever there were many bandits, he went and shot at him with an ice spear.

An ice spear can often kill two or three bandits, and the cold air dispersed after the ice spear is broken can cause frostbite to a few, so after the seven spears are shot, nearly half of the bandits are killed and injured and fall to the ground.

Such a terrifying killing efficiency not only frightened the bandits, but even the people of Blizzard Comptoir saw it, and their faces were filled with a trace of fear.

With Lin Xi and Zhao Ziming joining in, the battle situation immediately showed a one-sided situation.

The bandits finally realized the reversal of the situation, and I don't know who shouted: "Run!" The remaining bandits abandoned their opponents and turned and ran.

The wind chasing group came violently, and in the end, less than ten people escaped, leaving corpses all over the ground, as for the more than ten injured and captured people, Lin Xi was merciless and solved them all.

Blizzard comptoirs suffered nearly half of the casualties, and three wagons were destroyed, which was much lighter in comparison.

Moreover, from the corpses of those bandits, a large number of Qiankun bags were obtained, and the materials in them were more than enough to repair the damage and pay compensation.

It's just that the dead can't be resurrected.

At this time, the eight people killed in the Blizzard Comptoir were lying quietly on the dry pyre.

Lin Xi flicked his fingers, and the talisman on his fingertips turned into a puff of flames and fell, and the dry wood suddenly burned violently, and the orange flames rose into the sky.

"Good all the way. ”

"Rest in peace. ”

......

The people of the Blizzard Merchant House gathered around the fire, folded their hands, and bowed three times with solemn expressions, and when the firewood ran out, they packed up and set off on horseback.

At this time, the dawn has already appeared in the sky.

......

Zhao Ziming still drove the carriage to the end, his eyes were closed, his snort was long, and he slept soundly.

His body swayed with the jolts of the carriage many times, and if it weren't for the crossbar next to him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Zhao Ziming was too tired, and the continuous fighting in the past few days had consumed a lot of his energy.

Especially last night, the three powers in his body inexplicably fused, although the power of the soul magic he cast greatly increased, but the trouble left afterwards was not small.

As soon as the fusion state was lifted, Zhao Ziming's dantian, soul sea, and blood mansion became empty, and the remaining strength was less than half of it, almost hurting the cultivation foundation.

The condition of his body was even worse, his body was covered with large and small dark wounds, countless meridians were broken, and the vitality of various organs was greatly reduced, and he could only barely maintain his vitality.

The culprit of all this is the kind of power after fusion, which is too strong and too heavy on the body, which is not at all what Zhao Ziming can withstand at this stage.