Qian Qing only felt that a mouthful of blood was held in his heart, but he didn't pay attention to the attack of the Mo Camp and the Tianji Camp at all.

There are a lot of people in the Mo Camp and the Tianji Camp, but are there more than the corpse soldiers?

Their cultivation is higher than that of the corpse soldiers, but is it higher than these heaven-level peak and innate primary-level guards around them?

He had already inquired, and these people had only been following Jun Muyan for a year and a half.

Originally, these people were just slaves in the mass ghetto, or they had very ordinary qualifications.

After only a year and a half, how much benefit can we make?

Qian Qing looked at Mu Yan with a blazing gaze.

When all the woman's men were killed, she would cry and cry and prostrate at her feet, and hand over the child formed by the fairy fetus.

Poof!

Suddenly, two heads rolled to his feet, with a strong smell of blood.

Qian Qing frowned and kicked one away.

This must be one of those useless corpses.

The corpse soldiers who have not yet been cultivated are useless, and they will be scrapped after a few casual hits.

Qian Qing was about to kick the second head away, but suddenly, his movements stopped.

His eyes widened slightly, and then he looked at the face that was close at hand in disbelief.

The face was covered in blood, his eyes were wide open, and his whole face was full of horror and disbelief.

Can...... But this is clearly not the face of the corpse soldier, but the ...... Rather, it was the guards beside him.

That's a heaven-level pinnacle guard!

Qian Qing raised his head suddenly, and his figure froze suddenly.

"No...... It can't be!!"

I don't know when it started, but the guards around him have been reduced by half.

And those corpse soldiers were even more like chopping melons and vegetables, and their heads were cut off one after another.

With a bang, a corpse fell towards Qian Qing.

A long gash in his stomach cracked, and blood gushed out.

The guard grabbed Qian Qing's hand and hissed, "Help me......!" Help me!"

Qian Qing exclaimed and shook off the guard.

Soon the men of the Mo camp rushed up, raised their swords and cut off the head of the guard.

"That's a heaven-level, even an innate master!How could it be?!How could it be so vulnerable?!"

Qian Qing let out an almost hysterical roar.

Then, melodious music slowly sounded in his ears.

Those sounds of music are so beautiful and beautiful.

But listening to it in Qian Qing's ears, it made him feel hot and restless, and he couldn't condense his Xuan Qi at all.

On the contrary, the people of the Mo Camp and the Tianji Camp listened to the sound of the piano, but they were like Fenglun Yin, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

Qian Qing's dull gaze moved to Mu Yan's hand little by little.

The girl's hands are so beautiful, white as jade, well-proportioned, slender and slender.

When you gently pluck the strings, it is as if you are using a feather to pluck the heartstrings of a person.

Between the fingers, beautiful musical notes flowed out and jumped in the air.

But it was such a pair of slender hands and this beautiful and melodious music that led to an unimaginable killing.

Kagura's third-level skill - [Feather Clothes Shock].

A group support skill that locks onto friendly and enemy personnel with the sound of the piano.

Within a quarter of an hour, the strength of your own personnel will increase by 30%, and the enemy's personnel will be reduced by 30%.

What is this concept?

It is equivalent to saying that he forcibly pulled the congenital-level guards on Qian Qing's side to the heaven level.

And the people of the original earth or heaven level beginner level of the ink camp have all been raised to the level of these guards.

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