Lei Qing and Zuo Qianqian have always had a tacit understanding. They cannot miss the opportunity. They keep flashing, wandering like thunder. The sword in their hands is fighting like a lightning, like a dragon coming out of the sea, swaying and radiating, radiating lights, and attacking Zong Wuji.

His offensive was fast and fast. Although Zong Wuji was very strong, he could only block it after being quickly attacked by Lei Qing for a while.

What's more, Lei Qing did not go on the road alone. He was not a strong man or a strong horse under his command, but he was also a small force. Miao Renjie Zuo Qianqian and others did not dare to go forward to siege, so they used a Qianji Crossbow to shoot at Zong Wuji.

The power of Qianji Crossbow is extraordinary. Wood as thick as a thigh can easily penetrate. Even if Zong Wuji wears the inner armor and the Dou Qi condenses into a qi to protect the body, it will never be able to stop the amazing penetration power of Qianji Crossbow.

In the Tianlan Empire, there are twelve trained Qianji Crossbowmen. After setting up a formation, they can kill a silver-level powerful man. This is why all forces are coveting the Tianlan Empire's standard Qianji Crossbows.

Only when the strong Li Sanba, who was as strong as a bear, was crazy and was not afraid of even the strong silver man. He rushed forward with a stick and smashed it into the head with a stick.

The power is extremely strong, even a big stone will be smashed. But the opponent is Wuji, a middle-level Poison Eagle Sect in the Silver.

Zong Wuji snorted coldly, and did not fight with him. He swung his body and then dodged the attack sideways. At an extremely strange angle, his claws stabbed Li Sanba's neck.

Ding ~

Lei Qing's sword came in love with each other and drove away his almost certain sting. He was shocked by the courageous Li Sanba's sweat.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

Zuo Qianqian and his personal guards launched the Qianji Crossbow at the same time, and six or seven sharp arrows roared away. At close range, the Qianji Crossbow had extremely strong head and impact.

Even a strong man like Zong Wuji dared not look at him casually. He was moved by his body and mind, and his claws flew around. He either twisted his body and avoided it, or used his claws to fly. Six or seven crossbow arrows fell into nothing.

But when Zong Wuji tried his best to deal with the crossbow arrow, he also revealed his flaws. Thunder took a step forward and jumped up. He used a sword as a knife and slashed down like lightning.

With a thunder and lightning roaring, the sword light formed a training game, with unparalleled power and domineeringness.

When Zong Wuji's fighting spirit was not smooth, he barely used his claws to one square. There was a loud noise, and he was staggering and took two steps back by the huge force that Lei Qing had accumulated.

The bold guy Li Sanba saw the advantage and swung his mace with both hands and swept away. In the crisis, Zong Wuji still twisted his body at an incredible angle and hurriedly resisted it.

But he finally underestimated Li Sanba's power. In terms of power, I'm afraid some ordinary bronze-level powerhouses are slightly inferior to those.

What's more, the impact of a hundred and fifty pound mace dancing is amazing.

There was a loud "dong" sound. Zong Wuji felt like he was slapped by a giant bear, his wrist was sore and painful. He retreated two or three feet before he could remove the terrifying impact.

This is the first time since Zong Wuji debuted that he has been so insulted. He originally thought that he would just fight a bronze-level white-faced young man and a small group of miscellaneous soldiers. He was just right? But he didn't expect that he would suffer many losses as soon as he fought. The disciple of the Wanyingjian Eagle King and a strong man in the middle level of the silver, even a small miscellaneous soldier dared to pass claws on him.

Immediately, Zong Wuji let out a sharp roar, and his body seemed to have stormed by a hurricane, killing Zuo Qianqian and others. He believed that the miscellaneous soldiers holding powerful crossbows posed too great a threat to him.

Lei Qing's feet were connected, like thunder and lightning, and he followed him closely. He fought in his hands, and a faint blue sword light burst out, hissing.

This is the first time Zong Wuji has encountered such a difficult bronze-level boy. Although that boy seems to be at the peak of bronze, in his concept, such boys can handle it in only ten moves at most.

Unexpectedly, Lei Qing's difficulty was far beyond his imagination. However, he didn't know that Lei Qing's cultivation skills and sword skills were all grown up through repeated life and death hardships. Moreover, even if the Tianlan Lei family is no longer glorious, their foundation is still very strong.

With the "Three Changes of Heavenly Thunder" by the Lei family, two saint-level powerful men were produced by their ancestors. This shows that the Lei family's fighting qi technique is still very desirable, not general.

With the continuous sound of gold and iron clashing, Lei Qing forced Zong Wuji to stop him, but Zong Wuji's faint blue and cold claws also pulled and cut Lei Qing's leather armor.

Fortunately, his sharp skin soft armor has good defense, and he retreats quickly, and his sharp claws almost hit his chest and skin. The sharp wind fighting spirit cut through his muscles.

After Zong Wuji almost succeeded with a blow, he attacked Lei Qing with his claws, laughed wildly and said, "Boy, you are a bold person. Don't stop me from taking Li Baobao away, I will spare your life."

Lei Qing is not weak, but his opponent is a very powerful mid-level silver. Not only is he fast, but his strength is also very strong. Every time he swings his claw, his wrists will be a little numb. He has to dance the love Zhan to make it shine, not airtight, and he struggles to resist, and keeps back and dodge. It is not easy to be able to barely resist, and it is so pressed that it is difficult to even speak.

If Lei Qing was allowed to face Zong Wuji alone, he would definitely be defeated but not defeated. The difference in realm and strength would be suppressed by others. But he was not fighting alone. Zuo Qianqian and others used the Qianji Crossbow to cause great trouble to Zong Wuji, and he needed to block from time to time or dodge.

This gave Lei Qing a chance to breathe, and the sword of love was filled with light.

Li Baobao, who was standing beside him, seemed extremely worried about Lei Qing. But she herself had a fighting spirit and had extremely poor practical ability. She knew clearly that she would not only not be able to help, but would only bring negative trouble to Lei Qing. She was not good at using crossbows, so she had to nervously hold a sword and watch the battle.

Zong Wuji couldn't fight for a long time, and felt that the more he dragged on, the more trouble he would be. He immediately changed his tactics and made several fierce moves to force Lei Qing to retreat. He turned around and swung his sharp claws at Li Baobao. Anyway, his goal for this trip was very simple, that was to kill Li Baobao. As for the difficult boy named Lei, he wanted to save his life.

As he moved quickly, Lei Qing's face was as calm as water, and he was tangled like a maggot and tangled with bones.

"Boy, go to death for me." Zong Wuji was really angry. His shoulder muscles contracted and he took a crossbow, and a sharp arrow penetrated into his shoulder with a three-pointer.

At the same time, his right claw pierced into Lei Dong's lower abdomen at a tricky angle, kicking Lei Qing out of more than a foot, and hummed and fell on the gravel ground. If it weren't for the fact that he would frame the tragedy, the effect of killing the tragedy master was not good, Zong Wuji had made up for it just now. But those two strokes were probably enough for the boy to stand it, and he would definitely not be able to get up for a while. He was very confident in his strength.

"Boss~"

Lei Qing's group of brothers, seeing Lei Qing being severely injured, roared angrily. They abandoned their crossbows and drew their swords, and roared and rushed forward.

"You are looking for death, hehe." Without the entanglement of that powerful guy Lei Qing, Zong Wuji was like a falcon returning to the sky, happy and free, and no one could stop him. Although he was injured by a crossbow arrow shot on his shoulder blade, it would not affect his strength.

The sharp claws flew, and pierced into a guard's chest with a puff, stirring him hard, and brutally crushed his heart with his claws. In the painful and terrified expression of the guard, Zong Wuji seemed to have found some fun, with a cruel and excited look in his eyes, and he laughed wildly.

With one claw in his backhand, he opened several scimitars in the grid, and his claws flew. The captain of the guard Miao Renjie had no time to retract his lower abdomen, and his sharp claws entered his abdomen three inches, and he pulled them across. When the blood flew across, his intestines flowed out.

"Aoao, bastard." Li Sanba, whose eyes were red, had a ferocious and sad face, and waving his mace to smash it hard. But his opponent was not the Black Iron level, nor the Bronze level, but the Silver mid-level.

Zong Wuji smiled twice, shook his body and easily avoided the attack, intending to torture Li Sanba. His claws were dancing up and down like performing acrobatic magic. He was hissing and cutting on him, but in a flash, dozens of claw marks less than half an inch deep were left on him.

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