Chapter 109
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A wind blade flew out of his hand, and the old monk with white hair did not stop. The next moment, a talisman burning on his finger tip, and a slightly weaker wind blade flew out again.
"Defense!"
One of the blades was aimed at the flying snails, which made the snails scream with fear. The team was covered with red shields at the same time.
Not finished, left and right teams quickly support, in front of the snail team again laid two layers of internal power shield.
Chuckle!
The blade of wind is extremely sharp. The shield that can resist the full attack at the beginning of gas refining is cut into two layers, and the last one bursts out.
The wind blade fragments have made deep scratches on the ground, and some smaller stones have been cut in half, leaving traces like cats on the rockery.
The same was true of the team attacked on the other side. Although it was difficult, the three teams together still blocked the white haired Friar's all-out attack.
Whew!
While the white haired friar attacks, the internal power sword of elite group controlled by spear and another group explodes on his white shield.
The white light of the mottled shield, which seems to be simple and unsophisticated, easily blocked the attack of two small teams.
"In the middle of Qi refining, the friars had magic tools and could barely compete with those who did not.
We can't break his shield. "
"If only the president were here."
The roar is ceaseless, the situation has come to a standstill, some players exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, none of us can control eight long swords at the same time with the accomplishments in the foundation period. If the eight long swords can form a structure and form an array prototype, it will definitely break this shield."
Nearly 400 people's internal power and the strength formed by Qi and blood are extremely difficult to control. Even the black sword, the former monks in the infancy period, could not control it with the cultivation in the foundation period.
It has to be at least at the beginning of gas refining.
Zhao Shi is an exception. He has this ability, but he is not here.
"Die!"
After a period of stalemate, the old monk with white hair turned pale. He again waved two wind blades, one before the other, forming a concentrated attack.
This is not over. He spits out a mouthful of blood, and a blade flies out again. Before the formation of the three linked blades, he has been injured. Now the black sword team with the weakest breath is killed.
"Help
At the same time, the three medium-level attacks of Qi refining come at the same time. The black sword frightens the dead and yells.
Whew
needless to say, the other seven internal power swords no longer attack the old monk with white hair, but cut them towards the wind blade.
Boom!
More than ten people died. Black sword also looked miserable, but it was not dead.
Whew! Whew!
At the next moment, in addition to the black sword and others, seven internal power long swords were killed at the old monk with white hair who had become gray and gray.
Bang!
"Go
The old friar with white hair was pushed back five steps, his mouth overflowed with blood, his shield was dim, and his simple black iron shield only had a little light attached to it.
"I hope you'll get together all the time and don't let me catch the gap."
In the bleak words, his figure flashed and came to Zhao Xuan. He grabbed him with one hand and ran to the outside without hesitation.
Obviously, he was defeated by a group of mortals, and he was not as indifferent as he comforted his disciples.
The light blue light flashed around him. He jumped three feet high in the gap between the attacks and ran out of the County Hall over a small team.
The spears were all breathing back, and they couldn't catch up with them.
Hearing this man's threatening words, the spear sneered, with senhan: "the eighth team, Liu Sheng!"
As a former yuanyingqi monk of the Sanjian guild who joined Zhao Shi, Liu Sheng still leads a small team of players, although he is only recovering from the early days of daojiji.
Zhao Shi's promise of equal treatment has been achieved.
Hearing the cold words of the spear, Liu Sheng's eyes flashed with anger, but he had to shout:
"Blood Sword code!"
Under the order of Liu Sheng, more than 50 people in the eighth team all showed helpless color. Their blood flowed out all over their bodies, forming a scarlet color. It seemed that the blood sword was shooting towards the old monk with white hair.
As soon as the sword flew out, more than 30 people of the eighth team fell down like wood. Their bodies were cold and their breathing stopped. The whole body is pale and dry, and there is absolutely no trace of blood in their bodies.
The blood sword seems to have a magic sound that makes the white haired old monk's fast running figure a little stiff. Then he only dimly sees a red sword shadow in his divine consciousness, and an attack comparable to that of a monk in the middle period of Qi refining explodes on his dark black iron shield.
"No..."
Bang!
In the white haired old monk's frightened eyes, the Blood Sword blasted on the black iron shield, flew the shield, and mercilessly blasted him on his bent body, flying him more than ten meters, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.Falling to the ground, he was drifting, apparently to the dying side.
After him, the moment the blood sword hit him, Liu Sheng of the eighth team and other 20 or so people fell down one after another. In the middle stage of the eighth team's foundation construction, a dozen or so of them were in the early stage of foundation construction. All of them died, and none of them was left!
No one looked at the tragedy of the eighth team. The remaining seven squads quickly killed the white haired monk and Zhao Xuan. In a flash, seven internal power swords surrounded the two seriously injured men.
"Spare me!"
Zhao Xuan was scared to a snot and a tear: "Zhao Shi, no, big brother said to let you spare my life."
He was lying on the ground, all in a mess, and no longer had the proud appearance of the immortal in the gas refining period before.
"Wait!"
The spear ordered.
Seven flying swords stop.
The players looked at each other.
Someone said, "it seems that the boss really said it."
"Let them go, then?"
Some people suggested that Zhao Xuan could not help but be pleased.
The spear shook his head: "no, these two people are fighting guerrillas and can't bear to harass us every day."
Zhao Xuan was anxious: "you can rest assured that my master and I will never appear here to revenge you again."
Players and spears ignore them. What you say is unbelievable.
After thinking about it, the lance opened its own system panel and dialed out two communication numbers at the same time.
When Qi Yan and Ji Rong appeared in front of him, he asked:
"group leader Ji, deputy group leader Qi, there are two monks, one in the early stage of gas refining and one in the middle stage of gas refining.
They are still alive. They need 1500 points in total. Do you want them? "
In terms of the number of guild points, the research group is the richest. It is not that they are poor people who can compare with each other.
Other players took a look at the spear with admiration. As expected, the official still has a long-term vision. Isn't it a waste utilization and makes a profit?
Qi Yan took a look at Ji Rong, as if they were together.
"Living?
Did you just catch it?
I said that the front yard is so noisy and noisy all the time. "
Jirong grabs his chicken coop like hair, no bargaining meaning: "no problem, you get them two."
"The season leader is magnificent."
The spear first praised it, and then said, "we will send it here, but the two presidents seem to say they want to live. Can you be gentle when you do the experiment?"
Ji Rong nodded: "OK, I know."
Zhao Xuan on the ground looked frightened: "what are you going to do? My big brother won't let you go when he comes back. Let me and my master go
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A wind blade flew out of his hand, and the old monk with white hair did not stop. The next moment, a talisman burning on his finger tip, and a slightly weaker wind blade flew out again.
"Defense!"
One of the blades was aimed at the flying snails, which made the snails scream with fear. The team was covered with red shields at the same time.
Not finished, left and right teams quickly support, in front of the snail team again laid two layers of internal power shield.
Chuckle!
The blade of wind is extremely sharp. The shield that can resist the full attack at the beginning of gas refining is cut into two layers, and the last one bursts out.
The wind blade fragments have made deep scratches on the ground, and some smaller stones have been cut in half, leaving traces like cats on the rockery.
The same was true of the team attacked on the other side. Although it was difficult, the three teams together still blocked the white haired Friar's all-out attack.
Whew!
While the white haired friar attacks, the internal power sword of elite group controlled by spear and another group explodes on his white shield.
The white light of the mottled shield, which seems to be simple and unsophisticated, easily blocked the attack of two small teams.
"In the middle of Qi refining, the friars had magic tools and could barely compete with those who did not.
We can't break his shield. "
"If only the president were here."
The roar is ceaseless, the situation has come to a standstill, some players exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, none of us can control eight long swords at the same time with the accomplishments in the foundation period. If the eight long swords can form a structure and form an array prototype, it will definitely break this shield."
Nearly 400 people's internal power and the strength formed by Qi and blood are extremely difficult to control. Even the black sword, the former monks in the infancy period, could not control it with the cultivation in the foundation period.
It has to be at least at the beginning of gas refining.
Zhao Shi is an exception. He has this ability, but he is not here.
"Die!"
After a period of stalemate, the old monk with white hair turned pale. He again waved two wind blades, one before the other, forming a concentrated attack.
This is not over. He spits out a mouthful of blood, and a blade flies out again. Before the formation of the three linked blades, he has been injured. Now the black sword team with the weakest breath is killed.
"Help
At the same time, the three medium-level attacks of Qi refining come at the same time. The black sword frightens the dead and yells.
Whew
needless to say, the other seven internal power swords no longer attack the old monk with white hair, but cut them towards the wind blade.
Boom!
More than ten people died. Black sword also looked miserable, but it was not dead.
Whew! Whew!
At the next moment, in addition to the black sword and others, seven internal power long swords were killed at the old monk with white hair who had become gray and gray.
Bang!
"Go
The old friar with white hair was pushed back five steps, his mouth overflowed with blood, his shield was dim, and his simple black iron shield only had a little light attached to it.
"I hope you'll get together all the time and don't let me catch the gap."
In the bleak words, his figure flashed and came to Zhao Xuan. He grabbed him with one hand and ran to the outside without hesitation.
Obviously, he was defeated by a group of mortals, and he was not as indifferent as he comforted his disciples.
The light blue light flashed around him. He jumped three feet high in the gap between the attacks and ran out of the County Hall over a small team.
The spears were all breathing back, and they couldn't catch up with them.
Hearing this man's threatening words, the spear sneered, with senhan: "the eighth team, Liu Sheng!"
As a former yuanyingqi monk of the Sanjian guild who joined Zhao Shi, Liu Sheng still leads a small team of players, although he is only recovering from the early days of daojiji.
Zhao Shi's promise of equal treatment has been achieved.
Hearing the cold words of the spear, Liu Sheng's eyes flashed with anger, but he had to shout:
"Blood Sword code!"
Under the order of Liu Sheng, more than 50 people in the eighth team all showed helpless color. Their blood flowed out all over their bodies, forming a scarlet color. It seemed that the blood sword was shooting towards the old monk with white hair.
As soon as the sword flew out, more than 30 people of the eighth team fell down like wood. Their bodies were cold and their breathing stopped. The whole body is pale and dry, and there is absolutely no trace of blood in their bodies.
The blood sword seems to have a magic sound that makes the white haired old monk's fast running figure a little stiff. Then he only dimly sees a red sword shadow in his divine consciousness, and an attack comparable to that of a monk in the middle period of Qi refining explodes on his dark black iron shield.
"No..."
Bang!
In the white haired old monk's frightened eyes, the Blood Sword blasted on the black iron shield, flew the shield, and mercilessly blasted him on his bent body, flying him more than ten meters, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.Falling to the ground, he was drifting, apparently to the dying side.
After him, the moment the blood sword hit him, Liu Sheng of the eighth team and other 20 or so people fell down one after another. In the middle stage of the eighth team's foundation construction, a dozen or so of them were in the early stage of foundation construction. All of them died, and none of them was left!
No one looked at the tragedy of the eighth team. The remaining seven squads quickly killed the white haired monk and Zhao Xuan. In a flash, seven internal power swords surrounded the two seriously injured men.
"Spare me!"
Zhao Xuan was scared to a snot and a tear: "Zhao Shi, no, big brother said to let you spare my life."
He was lying on the ground, all in a mess, and no longer had the proud appearance of the immortal in the gas refining period before.
"Wait!"
The spear ordered.
Seven flying swords stop.
The players looked at each other.
Someone said, "it seems that the boss really said it."
"Let them go, then?"
Some people suggested that Zhao Xuan could not help but be pleased.
The spear shook his head: "no, these two people are fighting guerrillas and can't bear to harass us every day."
Zhao Xuan was anxious: "you can rest assured that my master and I will never appear here to revenge you again."
Players and spears ignore them. What you say is unbelievable.
After thinking about it, the lance opened its own system panel and dialed out two communication numbers at the same time.
When Qi Yan and Ji Rong appeared in front of him, he asked:
"group leader Ji, deputy group leader Qi, there are two monks, one in the early stage of gas refining and one in the middle stage of gas refining.
They are still alive. They need 1500 points in total. Do you want them? "
In terms of the number of guild points, the research group is the richest. It is not that they are poor people who can compare with each other.
Other players took a look at the spear with admiration. As expected, the official still has a long-term vision. Isn't it a waste utilization and makes a profit?
Qi Yan took a look at Ji Rong, as if they were together.
"Living?
Did you just catch it?
I said that the front yard is so noisy and noisy all the time. "
Jirong grabs his chicken coop like hair, no bargaining meaning: "no problem, you get them two."
"The season leader is magnificent."
The spear first praised it, and then said, "we will send it here, but the two presidents seem to say they want to live. Can you be gentle when you do the experiment?"
Ji Rong nodded: "OK, I know."
Zhao Xuan on the ground looked frightened: "what are you going to do? My big brother won't let you go when he comes back. Let me and my master go
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A wind blade flew out of his hand, and the old monk with white hair did not stop. The next moment, a talisman burning on his finger tip, and a slightly weaker wind blade flew out again. "Defense!" One of the blades was aimed at the flying snails, which made the snails scream with fear. The team was covered with red shields at the same time. Not finished, left and right teams quickly support, in front of the snail team again laid two layers of internal power shield. Chuckle! The blade of wind is extremely sharp. The shield that can resist the full attack at the beginning of gas refining is cut into two layers, and the last one bursts out. The wind blade fragments have made deep scratches on the ground, and some smaller stones have been cut in half, leaving traces like cats on the rockery. The same was true of the team attacked on the other side. Although it was difficult, the three teams together still blocked the white haired Friar's all-out attack. Whew! While the white haired friar attacks, the internal power sword of elite group controlled by spear and another group explodes on his white shield. The white light of the mottled shield, which seems to be simple and unsophisticated, easily blocked the attack of two small teams. "In the middle of Qi refining, the friars had magic tools and could barely compete with those who did not. We can't break his shield. " "If only the president were here." The roar is ceaseless, the situation has come to a standstill, some players exclaimed. "Unfortunately, none of us can control eight long swords at the same time with the accomplishments in the foundation period. If the eight long swords can form a structure and form an array prototype, it will definitely break this shield." Nearly 400 people's internal power and the strength formed by Qi and blood are extremely difficult to control. Even the black sword, the former monks in the infancy period, could not control it with the cultivation in the foundation period. It has to be at least at the beginning of gas refining. Zhao Shi is an exception. He has this ability, but he is not here. "Die!" After a period of stalemate, the old monk with white hair turned pale. He again waved two wind blades, one before the other, forming a concentrated attack. This is not over. He spits out a mouthful of blood, and a blade flies out again. Before the formation of the three linked blades, he has been injured. Now the black sword team with the weakest breath is killed. "Help At the same time, the three medium-level attacks of Qi refining come at the same time. The black sword frightens the dead and yells. Whew needless to say, the other seven internal power swords no longer attack the old monk with white hair, but cut them towards the wind blade. Boom! More than ten people died. Black sword also looked miserable, but it was not dead. Whew! Whew! At the next moment, in addition to the black sword and others, seven internal power long swords were killed at the old monk with white hair who had become gray and gray. Bang! "Go The old friar with white hair was pushed back five steps, his mouth overflowed with blood, his shield was dim, and his simple black iron shield only had a little light attached to it. "I hope you'll get together all the time and don't let me catch the gap." In the bleak words, his figure flashed and came to Zhao Xuan. He grabbed him with one hand and ran to the outside without hesitation. Obviously, he was defeated by a group of mortals, and he was not as indifferent as he comforted his disciples. The light blue light flashed around him. He jumped three feet high in the gap between the attacks and ran out of the County Hall over a small team. The spears were all breathing back, and they couldn't catch up with them. Hearing this man's threatening words, the spear sneered, with senhan: "the eighth team, Liu Sheng!" As a former yuanyingqi monk of the Sanjian guild who joined Zhao Shi, Liu Sheng still leads a small team of players, although he is only recovering from the early days of daojiji. Zhao Shi's promise of equal treatment has been achieved. Hearing the cold words of the spear, Liu Sheng's eyes flashed with anger, but he had to shout: "Blood Sword code!" Under the order of Liu Sheng, more than 50 people in the eighth team all showed helpless color. Their blood flowed out all over their bodies, forming a scarlet color. It seemed that the blood sword was shooting towards the old monk with white hair. As soon as the sword flew out, more than 30 people of the eighth team fell down like wood. Their bodies were cold and their breathing stopped. The whole body is pale and dry, and there is absolutely no trace of blood in their bodies. The blood sword seems to have a magic sound that makes the white haired old monk's fast running figure a little stiff. Then he only dimly sees a red sword shadow in his divine consciousness, and an attack comparable to that of a monk in the middle period of Qi refining explodes on his dark black iron shield. "No..." Bang! In the white haired old monk's frightened eyes, the Blood Sword blasted on the black iron shield, flew the shield, and mercilessly blasted him on his bent body, flying him more than ten meters, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.Falling to the ground, he was drifting, apparently to the dying side. After him, the moment the blood sword hit him, Liu Sheng of the eighth team and other 20 or so people fell down one after another. In the middle stage of the eighth team's foundation construction, a dozen or so of them were in the early stage of foundation construction. All of them died, and none of them was left! No one looked at the tragedy of the eighth team. The remaining seven squads quickly killed the white haired monk and Zhao Xuan. In a flash, seven internal power swords surrounded the two seriously injured men. "Spare me!" Zhao Xuan was scared to a snot and a tear: "Zhao Shi, no, big brother said to let you spare my life." He was lying on the ground, all in a mess, and no longer had the proud appearance of the immortal in the gas refining period before. "Wait!" The spear ordered. Seven flying swords stop. The players looked at each other. Someone said, "it seems that the boss really said it." "Let them go, then?" Some people suggested that Zhao Xuan could not help but be pleased. The spear shook his head: "no, these two people are fighting guerrillas and can't bear to harass us every day." Zhao Xuan was anxious: "you can rest assured that my master and I will never appear here to revenge you again." Players and spears ignore them. What you say is unbelievable. After thinking about it, the lance opened its own system panel and dialed out two communication numbers at the same time. When Qi Yan and Ji Rong appeared in front of him, he asked: "group leader Ji, deputy group leader Qi, there are two monks, one in the early stage of gas refining and one in the middle stage of gas refining. They are still alive. They need 1500 points in total. Do you want them? " In terms of the number of guild points, the research group is the richest. It is not that they are poor people who can compare with each other. Other players took a look at the spear with admiration. As expected, the official still has a long-term vision. Isn't it a waste utilization and makes a profit? Qi Yan took a look at Ji Rong, as if they were together. "Living? Did you just catch it? I said that the front yard is so noisy and noisy all the time. " Jirong grabs his chicken coop like hair, no bargaining meaning: "no problem, you get them two." "The season leader is magnificent." The spear first praised it, and then said, "we will send it here, but the two presidents seem to say they want to live. Can you be gentle when you do the experiment?" Ji Rong nodded: "OK, I know." Zhao Xuan on the ground looked frightened: "what are you going to do? My big brother won't let you go when he comes back. Let me and my master go www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
