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"Zheng!"

At this critical moment, a metal-like string sounded suddenly. Zuo Qianqian, who had always been looked down upon by Situ Nan and ignored, finally pulled the first Qianji Crossbow. The sharp arrow that took off the string rose like a starlight, quickly piercing through the air, stirring up a sharp roar.

Situ Nan also experienced countless battles of all sizes throughout his life, and was a powerful saint-level man with an extremely sharp sense of consciousness. When the string sounded, he moved, dragged his seriously injured body, and avoided the sharp arrows as his body swayed.

But the Ice Sword Saint's palm that had enough fighting spirit finally caused him to suffer a lot of damage and his vitality. The only thing that supported him before he fell down was the vast Netherworld fighting spirit and tenacious vitality in his body. In this flash, flaws were revealed.

Lei Qing instantly captured this opportunity. He carried the Ice Soul Sword, and the thunder fighting energy in his body burned to the extreme. He jumped forward and jumped high. The cold-light Ice Soul Sword turned into a stunning thunder. The thunder light sizzled and the thunder sound rumbled, slashing downward. The sword light was huge and twisted, like a thunderbolt thunder.

"Booming Blue", the fourth style of the Sky Thunder Battle Skill was originally a sword style. However, when used with a sword, its power is not less powerful. This style is domineering and fierce, putting all its power on the attack, and it has a tragic momentum of never returning. It either dies or dies.

If it were normal, even if a person of Lei Qing was fighting hard, Situ Nan would not take it seriously, but at this moment, he felt a huge pressure coming towards him. But how could the severely injured beast be judged by common sense? Situ Nan just shook his body slightly, then smiled and blocked with one hand, and pushed Lei Qing with another palm.

Hiss!

Without a doubt, Lei Qing cut off Situ Nan's arm with a sword. But at the same time, Situ Nan hit the shoulder with a palm. Crack, the shoulder blades broke and flew backwards. They hit the pile of peach eggs and rocks. The dark, lingering Netherworld Fighting Qi drilled into his body like a maggot, eroding his meridians and body.

Fortunately, Situ Nan is at the end of his strength. He has consumed severe fighting spirit so far, and his strength is probably not even enough for 30%. Lei Qing also avoided the vital points at the last moment. Although this attack was very fierce, his life was worry-free.

Situ Nan was so awesome. He was cut off his hand by the Ice Po Sword, as if a piece of dead wood on his body had been cut off, and even half a trace of blood was not left. Obviously, he had already used the Dou Qi to seal the wound blood vessels.

Wow~ Another sharp arrow critical strike sounded. This time, Situ Nan was about to run out of oil and dry up. No matter how powerful he was, he was still a human. He would not mention all kinds of disability and fatal injuries. Just talking about the attack of the ice fighting energy that invaded his body was enough for him to bear it.

With a puff, the sharp arrow nailed into his chest three inches. The power of the Qianji Crossbow could even enter without a feather. The impact force made Situ Nan stagger back, but he still stood firmly. In his fierce eyes, there seemed to be anger, unwillingness, disappointment, and disbelief. There was even a trace of relief.

Soothing, another Qianji crossbow string sounded. This time, the sharp arrow directly penetrated Situ Nan's throat. After a muffled groan, Situ Nan fell forward straight and pounced on the broken pebbles that had been washed away by the mountain stream for many years.

It was obvious that Zuo Qianqian was cautious and afraid that Situ Nan would not die under the crossbow before, so she added another crossbow. It can be seen that although Zuo Qianqian was young, she was still very mature and stable in mind. After seeing Situ Nan really fell, she hurriedly threw away the Qianji Crossbow, and rushed up with a fall and crawling, lifted up Lei Qing's upper body, and shouted with a pale face: "Brother Lei, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Lei Qing saw that Zuo Qianqian did not lose his chain at the last moment. Instead, after he was injured desperately, he still calmly shot Situ Nan's two crossbows and fucked the terrifying thief. This made Lei Qing breathe a sigh of relief, and thought to himself that Zuo Qianqian was really a natural assassin. But when he spoke, it touched the wound on his left shoulder, and grinned in pain: "This Netherworld Fighting Qi is really difficult to deal with, it's so cold, so painful, and slim."

Zuo Qianqian is not the kind of ignorant girl. When she saw Lei Qing speaking clearly, she was obviously not a fatal injury. As for the subsequent palm, the Netherworld Fighting Qi that invaded his body, although it would cause him to suffer for a moment, it was not unsolvable. The tense heart was relieved and he pouted and complained: "Brother Lei, you are really, at the last moment, how could you hold your sword and fight with him? Running to me is the right way."

"Hehe, I was anxious at that time and forgot." Lei Qing smiled, but then he turned into a bitter smile because of the pain.

"I think you forgot where did you forget?" Zuo Qianqian snorted and began to help Lei Qing treat his wounds skillfully. She said dissatisfiedly: "I think you are afraid of getting me into the battle and being beaten to death by Situ Nan. Brother Lei, you don't trust me. I am also a fighter and your teammate, not your oil bottle. If you take him to run to me, because the direction of the target being shot is in a straight line, it is easy for me to aim, and I am very sure that a crossbow will explode his head."

"Oh, be gentle, aunt, you can't take personal revenge. Next time, I will definitely trust you next time. I am also afraid that Situ Nan will hurt your face because of our Qianqian." Lei Qing screamed by her intentional way of dealing with the wound with thick hands and feet. He thought to himself that although Zuo Qianqian is usually obedient and never arrogant, she will still get angry if she annoys her.

In fact, Lei Qing didn't expect that this time was not because she didn't trust her. Lei Qing and Leng Yuewu were hugging and kissing each other. Although because of trust, they knew that Lei Qing was acting, but it made Zuo Qianqian feel very uncomfortable. Although she and Lei Qing had known each other for a short time and had not even arrived for two months. However, the two had experienced a lot of things together. After experiencing the tragic death of their grandfather, they avenged their grandfather. All their sustenance and thoughts were unknowingly placed on Lei Qing.

Seeing Lei Qing begging for mercy, she was so sweet that she coaxed her sweetly. Zuo Qianqian laughed happily and helped him with his wounds: "Then do you think Qianqian is beautiful, or is that cold and fierce old woman from the Hanyue Palace look beautiful?"

"Just kidding, how can I compare?" Lei Qing looked shocked.

"What?" Zuo Qianqian raised her eyebrows and raised her mouth, looking like she wanted to get angry.

"Qianqian, stop joking. Our Qianqian is the cutest and most beautiful girl in the mainland. Why are you asking such a stupid question?" Lei Qing looked at it for granted, as if what Zuo Qianqian asked was so incredible.

Zuo Qianqian was coaxed so that she felt as sweet as if she had eaten Mi'er. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Situ Nan, who was already lying on the ground like a dead dog, and moved. When her heart suddenly tense, she suddenly saw Situ Nan, who thought she was dead, suddenly burst out like a zombie. Her wretched face rushed over with a ferocious and fierce look, and slapped it hard: "Boy, even if I die, I will pull you to placate your back." Because of a scratch in my throat, even speaking was hoarse and hoarse.

Zuo Qianqian was also careful enough, but he miscalculated the terrifying vitality of a saint-level strongman. Although the saint-level people are still in the category of humans, their vitality of an ordinary person is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is difficult to judge them by common sense.

"Brother Lei, be careful." Zuo Qianqian was anxious and turned pale and pounced on Lei Qing, blocking his back with a palm, and with a pounce, blood spurted out.

"Qianqian." Seeing this, Lei Qing roared with grief and anger. Fortunately, the Ice Soul Sword in his right hand has not been lost yet. Regardless of his injuries, he rose up and swept away with a sword. He directly cut Situ Nan's head away.

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Chapter completed!