Lan Likong's raid caught six men in gray outfits off guard.

The strange-shaped short knife clenched a man's neck extremely fiercely. As the blood sprayed, the man's right hand almost twitched and then fell heavily to the ground.

Lan Yichang groaned.

Lan Mujin scolded coldly.

Qiao's pupils shrank, and the attacker who had been split into his throat seemed to be instinctively reacting before his death. The long sword with a faint light flashed in his hand actually slashed across Lan Ji Kyoto's left leg obliquely.

The sword edge split Lan Jigeng's left leg, and Qiao faintly heard a crisp sound of "click", which was the sound of the sword edge colliding with the leg bones.

Lan Yikong's movements suddenly slowed down.

A man in strong suit suddenly blurred his figure, and a gray wind squirted out beside him. The long sword in his hand brought dozens of sharp cold lights, like a heavy rain covering Lan Ji Kan.

Lan Jigen landed on the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner. His left leg hit the ground, and a large piece of blood spurted out of the wound. His body staggered. A curved cold light that was originally perfect from the short knife in his right hand suddenly became a little scattered.

Seven or eight sword lights blasted in along the scattered part of the knife light, and several blood spurted out from Lan Jichang's chest and lower abdomen.

Lan Jigong let out a shrill long roar, and his figure was also blurred. When he appeared again, he had already pounced on the attacker's arms. The short knife in his hand was like a machete made of dumpling stuffing in a butcher's hand. "Puchi", "Puchi" kept entering and exiting the other party's body, and stabbed more than a dozen transparent blades in the other party's body in succession.

In an instant, Lan Kikyo killed two attackers, and was seriously injured and fell to the ground weakly.

The moment Lan Mujin was hit by Lan Kikyo's thigh, his hands were swung out quickly.

His arms instantly brought about afterimages, as if he had grown eighteen arms.

The afterimage of the arms roared and flashed, steel needles, tiny triangular sharp blades, delicate hidden weapons such as barbed caltrops silently broke through the air, and densely enveloped the four attackers who had already pounced on Qiao.

The bodies of the four attackers blurred for a while.

Countless gorgeous sword lights spewed out from the long swords in their hands, and the rushing sound of wind spewed out from their sword edges. A series of green runes flashed on their sword edges, and the air was surging violently and abnormally.

The hidden weapon produced by Lan Mujin is too exquisite. The direct consequence of the exquisiteness is that it weighs too lightly. With the strong wind, countless steel needles, blades, and caltrops are blown away without a trace.

The four attackers snorted coldly, and one of them rushed to Qiao, and the sword in his hand stabbed Qiao's lower abdomen. His left hand was thrown to Qiao on the ground, and he grabbed the alloy document box that had just been taken out of the vault.

There was another hole in the wall of the carriage.

The third wave of bullets came.

Qiao's body twisted strangely, and the Titan Fist emitted a faint cold light, and Qiao's arm once again blocked the position of three bullets attacking.

About half a mile away from Qiao, in a north-south alley parallel to Fortress Street on the west side of Fortress Street, three men in black cloaks stood together in a font shape. At their feet was a triangular black magic-patterned halo with a diameter of more than ten feet. In the air between the three of them, a black crystal ball the size of a human head was quietly suspended.

In the crystal ball, Qiao's figure could be seen faintly flashing.

The three men raised their hands and chanted the secret spell in a low voice. Evil murmur sounds in the air, and tentacle phantoms covered with circular patterns floated behind them like willow branches. The void was slowly twisted and squeezed by a powerful force, and the bodies of the three men also changed strangely and collapsed.

Joe's body suddenly stiffened.

An evil force descended from the void, like an invisible human-described container, sealing him tightly inside.

There was a loud 'dou'.

The third wave of three bullets hit Joe's arm, and the Titan Fist, which intercepted three attacks in a row, made a harsh tearing sound, exploding countless shattered Mars.

While the third wave of three bullets shattered, the Titan Fist finally couldn't withstand the continuous heavy blows. The runes inside were destroyed. Two arms flowing with faint light broke open and exploded into countless thumb-sized fragments that were spilled all over the ground.

The attacker who approached Joe had already grasped the handle of the alloy document box in his left hand.

His right sword stabbed heavily on Qiao Baihua's belly.

The friction sound of "hiss" was extremely harsh, and Qiao's belly and eyes were sunken more than an inch... This was the final result of the attacker's sword with all his strength.

Qiao Ran felt no pain at all.

The attacker felt as if he had stabbed a piece of thick, thick cowhide that had been soaked in water.

All the power on the rune sword was absorbed by Qiao's flesh and blood. He tried his best, but only made Qiao's belly sink a little sharp, sharp enough to easily cut open the steel sword, but failed to leave any scars on Qiao's belly.

'puff'!

Lan Mujin raised her hands and several dark black lights flashed by. The attacker who had already grasped the handle of the document box and pulled the body of the attacker. A three-inch-long poisoned dagger had penetrated deep into his left eye. Blood spurted out along the blood groove on the dagger like a fountain.

Qiao roared lowly, and his body shook slightly.

The evil power in the void was extremely powerful, and Qiao was unable to break free from the imprisonment of the evil power.

"Get out of here!" Qiao was furious. A hot white air spurted out of every pore in his body. The bloated fat flesh on his body collapsed, from white flowers, harmless round white flesh to a classical statue that was symmetrical, strong, and full of beauty.

Qiao exerted all his strength and cheered up his body hard.

Behind him, a large area of ​​black air was filled with black air, and a huge abyss giant crocodile dragon could be seen roaring towards the sky, and a powerful creature from the soul rolled out.

In the alley, three men in black shook their bodies at the same time.

They coughed violently, and blood was constantly ejaculated from their mouths. Behind them, the illusory and hazy tentacles shattered inch by inch, and there were sharp and hysterical roars in the void.

The triangular magic pattern aura at the feet of the three of them disintegrated, and the black crystal ball suspended in the middle made a harsh crack, and a thin crack appeared from top to bottom that ran through the entire crystal ball.

"Damn... is this the power that the third level should have?" A man in black roared in anger: "His physical strength is at least more than 100 million pounds! Intelligence errors, intelligence errors... Who is responsible for the intelligence? He must bear all the responsibility for the failure of this operation!"

"Stop talking nonsense... retreat!" Another man in black bent down, coughed violently, and then spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood: "We...we are secret masters...I don't want to... fight them......"

A man in black hurriedly picked up the damaged crystal ball. The three of them bent over and shaking, like three middle-aged and old men who were exhausted, jogging all the way to a fork in the distance not far away, and climbed into a four-wheeled carriage with difficulty.

The man who was driving the car shouted, and the two horses pulling the car ran wildly, and left the Fortress Street as fast as possible.

The attacker who took action to Qiao Yijian fell heavily to the ground.

The remaining three attackers made sharp whistles at the same time. They did not retreat because of their successive deaths. They hissed and continued to pounce on Qiao Fei.

One of them reached out to grab the official document box.

The other two swayed their swords and stabbed them quickly. The sword light was like a rainstorm, and the "Cravara" poured on Qiao with the sound of a turbulent storm.

Qiao bent down, grabbed the document box before an attacker, and clamped it under his left arm. He waved Helinger's killing with his right hand, and slashed two consecutive horizontal slashes.

The first horizontal slash was cut, and three long swords broke into six pieces.

The second slashed, and three attackers were cut off in half.

Helinger's killing made a sharp sound of swords, and it seemed to be very excited because of this killing.

Behind, across the headquarters building of the Royal Bank of Ice Sea Kingdom and on the top of the six-story building on a street, Ivan's thick slap on the sniper was already slapped heavily.

With just one blow, the sniper's body was first frozen into a human-shaped ice sculpture, and then exploded, and countless ice crystals sprayed hundreds of feet away.

With a loud "boom", Da Yifan used his palm too hard, and the mountain-shaped chimney, along with half of the roof, was smashed to pieces by him. The entire six-story building shook violently, and countless cracks broke out on the half of the exterior wall facing Qiao, and then, the bricks on the exterior wall kept falling like a landslide.

The moment Qiao was attacked, four Hydra Secret Guards in his team had already rushed out.

The two rushed to the position where the sniper was in front of Qiao Zheng, and the two rushed to the ambush place of the sniper on the right.

Their speed was extremely fast, and their erratic figures brought about afterimages, like a wind rushing through the air.

Qiao's ears were shaking slightly, and he heard the sound of fighting from half inside and outside.

The battle time was extremely short. Qiao had just killed several attackers, and the four Hydra Secret Guards rushed back with the bodies of two snipers and four swordsmen.

The four swordsmen were covered with sharp sword marks, and the fierce sword moves of the Hydra Secret Guards almost cut them into pieces.

The two snipers, their faces were dark and black poisonous blood kept flowing out of the corners of their mouths.

They were not killed by Hydra Secret Guards, but were unable to escape, so they simply took poison and committed suicide.

Qiao held the document box in his left hand and Helinger's killing in his right hand, looking at the dead attackers with a gloomy face.

From the instinct of Crimson, Qiao estimated that with today's attack power, if Qiao wasn't a little magical, it would be replaced by an ordinary extraordinary sixth-level warrior, such as the ordinary Wolf Temple warriors of the Highland Tribe, they were killed and killed in this attack.

The opponent took out a sixth-level extraordinary formation to deal with... Qiao?

"No, they were not for me."
Chapter completed!