After briefly looking at each other, the two men, both warriors, said nothing and immediately punched.

A tremendous amount of blood energy erupted from the two of them, and their punches and kicks were powerful!

If you look closely, you will see that the dull man is not inferior at all to a high-spirited sixth-grade warrior. He must also be a sixth-grade warrior.

Two sixth-level warriors who could fight strange beasts on land and catch dragons in water collided fiercely and entangled together.

A Jiujiu martial artist does not rely on external force. Every part of his body is a weapon, and his fists, fists and feet are all deadly moves.

The two are inseparable!

The situation is getting increasingly tense.

But at a certain moment, the blood-eyed man's shoulders slumped slightly, and the dull man seized the opportunity and kicked him away. After hitting the barrier, he bounced back again.

The bloody-eyed man took a deep breath, stabilized his body, and gathered strength to run forward.

The two collided again.

But.

Under the pressure of the magic circle, the blood-eyed man's gravity is getting heavier and heavier!

During the fight between the two, they gradually became exhausted.

Begin to respond passively.

He was knocked away again and again, and his body plummeted to the ground under the weight of a mountain!

The man with bloody eyes was covered in blood.

Others' eyes were mixed with his own, blood filled the air, and his vision gradually blurred.

"So what if you are a sixth-grade martial artist? With a thousand iron cavalry, four spirit formations, and martial artists of the same grade taking turns to 'serve' you, there is still only one way to die."

Li Shida narrowed his eyes and said.

Gao Yi looked at the situation on the street coldly from the side, nodded when he heard this, and said in an admiring tone: "Mr. Li still had a plan, and he expected the worst situation from the beginning."

Li Shida smiled softly.

In a guest room in an attic somewhere.

Su Xiaoxiao saw the shaky figure on the street, bathed in blood, with a pale face and trembling eyelashes.

Especially after seeing Liu Sanbian once again being kicked to the head by a dull man and then landed hard on the ground.

The little fox demon closed his eyes and tilted his head, "Zhao Rong, think of a way to tell him to stop fighting and run away. If this continues, he will die!"

Zhao Rong said nothing.

He pursed his lips and looked through the narrow window.

Watch quietly.

In the street, the battle between two sixth-grade warriors began to turn to one side.

The blood-eyed man was knocked away again and again, and he stood up with difficulty, but the next moment the dull man disappeared in an instant, without giving him any chance to breathe, he was knocked back in a certain direction.

At a certain moment, the dull man stopped and frowned slightly. This was actually an unequal battle, and the opponent was an opponent he felt he should respect. If it were normal, according to his temperament, he would never fight again.

However, he owes the Langxi Qin family a huge favor and must pay it off.

He relaxed his brows, no longer hesitated, and delivered a punch that was at the peak of his energy and energy.

"boom!"

The bloody-eyed man was hit in the temple, and his body flew away in the direction of Qin Ji who was outside the spiritual energy barrier. He hit the invisible spiritual energy barrier again and suddenly fell to the ground.

The body is motionless.

The dull man stood there and waited for a moment. Seeing that the bloody-eyed man still didn't move, he walked forward vigilantly and came to three meters in front of the bloody-eyed man.

"Hahahahaha, dead, this loser is finally dead!"

Outside the barrier, Qin Ji laughed and walked forward.

The old man in black robes beside him frowned when he saw this, but after taking a look at the spiritual energy barrier he had laid down, he stopped trying to dissuade him and followed him closely, just in case.

The dull man glanced at Qin Ji who was slowly approaching from outside the barrier. Without saying anything, he picked up a spear with his foot, grabbed it with his right hand, and gently poked the blood-eyed man who was lying motionless on the ground with his eyes closed.

Seeing that there was no movement, the dull man did not squat down and get closer. Instead, he used his spear to jump off the dead man's clothes on the ground and began to carefully inspect them.

Whether you are practicing in the mountains or walking around the world, it is always right to be cautious.

While fanning himself, Qin Ji walked to the barrier with straight steps, clicked his tongue twice, squatted down, three meters apart, and looked at the dead man buried on the ground with a smile and tilted his head across the barrier.

"That's it? With all your ability, you want my son's head? Hahahaha, come on, come on, get up, right here, you loser, come and get it! Cut~"

The dull man pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words, but he didn't say anything. He inserted the tip of the spear into the belly of the dead bloody-eyed man on the ground, twisted it gently, and tore off the clothes on his belly.

The next second.

A strange pattern caught the dull man's eyes.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

It was... the pattern of a bloody five-petaled flower, and each petal had a... grimace.

The hairs all over the dull man's body exploded!

Because he knows it!

It can make a dying warrior burn three breaths of blood!

Forcibly upgrade one level!

The dull man was stunned for a moment.

A bloody hand came to the five-petaled flower with a grimace at some point.

Five bloody fingers, stained with thick black blood, gently pressed on the faces of five ghosts with different expressions.

"Hahaha, you are just as useless as your immortal father..."

Qin Ji's voice suddenly choked!

Because the dead man's head in his mouth suddenly raised, revealing a pair of...

Bloody eyes!

One punch.

The dull man flew upside down.

Two punches.

The four spirit magic circle is broken.

Three punches.

The old man in black robe died.

One breath has passed.

Four punches.

blocked by something.

The golden lock on Qin Ji's neck glowed with blazing golden light.

One breath after another.

Five punches.

The golden lock remains the same.

The bloody hand held out a finger.

"Negative Mountain" Sword-piercing Furnace.

The golden lock is broken.

Three breaths have arrived.

Liu Sanbian died.

Qin Ji raised his eyebrows.

A drop of blood spilled out.
Chapter completed!