Chapter 66 Defeat the enemy in three moves
"Zhang Xun, let me help you."
After hearing this, the spirit patrol officer's strength as a chivalrous master emanated from him, his eyes were like torches, and he stared closely at the fair young man in front of him.
After he found that he was no match for Yi Xifeng, he secretly asked the nearest spiritual patrol officer for help through the secret method among the spiritual patrol officers.
He didn't even need to identify who was coming and what strength he was in.
It's just because this secret technique cannot be learned by those who are above the chivalrous level, unless... that person is a genius, or he has made great contributions on the battlefield with the position of patrol officer, so he will be specially rewarded.
The moment he offered help from behind, within a matter of three breaths, the man reached the battlefield and stood side by side with Zhang Xun at the beginning.
"Zhang Xun, my surname is Qin and my name is Qing. I just finished dealing with a group of defectors. I'm sorry for being late."
Zhang Xun looked at the person speaking next to him. He did not recognize this person, but judging from the aura emanating from his body, he only had the cultivation level of a knight at the peak of Xiaocheng. His heart trembled slightly. It seemed that this person was indeed a genius.
The peak of Xiaocheng has the combat power of Dacheng, but I don't know how many percent of Dacheng's combat power it can exert. This secret technique is not so easy to learn.
"Qin Xun came just in time."
"Why is there another one?" Seeing another patrol officer coming, Michonbe, who was hiding, couldn't help but mutter a little, and then slowly moved around, trying to move himself further away from the battlefield. Go to the theater.
Now with every additional person, she is at greater risk of exposure.
Of course, it also depends on the person's strength. If there are more powerful people of the level of the ranger, let alone hiding, the aura they exude will be enough to suppress her from hiding.
This hiding method is certainly excellent, but unfortunately her strength is too weak.
Thinking of this, she sped up her pace, trying to get away from this place as quickly as possible.
"Um?"
Qin Qing, who had just arrived, seemed to sense something, and his eyes instantly glanced at the place where Meng Xinyuan was hiding.
This glance caused Meng Xinyuan to freeze on the spot, not daring to move. However, the anxiety in his heart was like a raging river, and his face was extremely ugly. He pursed his lips and did not dare to breathe.
Can you sense your own presence? Could it be that this new patrolling officer has special skills?
She couldn't beat any of the people present. If she was discovered, death would be inevitable.
Yi Xifeng could save Zhou Yi, but he couldn't explain that he could also save me. He wasn't a good person either. From the death of the fat man in black clothes, she could see that Yi Xifeng was not that kind of bad person. Good people.
"What's wrong, Qin Xun? Did you find anything?"
Qin Qing was just confused and said casually: "My technique is special than others, and that direction gives me an uncomfortable feeling. In short, we should be careful."
"good."
Yi Xifeng followed Qin Qing's gaze, but he just released his consciousness, then frowned slightly and stopped caring.
He held the Night Sword Hanxing in his hand and slashed at the two men.
Since they were in a group, they were all here to capture him, and Yi Xifeng had nothing to say to this kind of person.
People only want to believe what they believe.
Now they are in a hostile position, and there is no need to explain.
Yi Xifeng's hand holding the sword moved, and in an instant, the Night Sword Hanxing came out of its sheath. The surrounding atmosphere suddenly sank, and the sword came out, unremarkably, piercing the air.
"Qin Xun, you resist for a moment. I will help you after I deal with the chaotic zhenqi in my body. But be careful, there is something weird about his black flames."
The battlefield is changing rapidly. The word "weird" is enough to explain it, and no other explanation is needed.
Qin Qing, who was facing Yi Xifeng, heard this and replaced the sword in his hand with a purple golden bowl. As soon as the golden bowl came out, he blocked the attack. Yi Xifeng's sword also reached in front of him. In an instant, the two were fighting. The golden light is brilliant.
boom--
A violent shock wave sounded, and Qin Qing's body was shaken, and the remaining energy came back, and the corners of his mouth immediately turned red.
This first sword has no moves at all, it is just pure strength suppression.
Qin Qing did not use any moves. He originally wanted to retaliate in the same way as others, but unexpectedly he shot himself in the foot.
Little did he know that Yi Xifeng was also extremely surprised. The young patrol officer in front of him was actually a Buddhist disciple.
He didn't have much involvement with Buddhism. At most, he knew that Zhao Long could enter Buddhism.
Regardless of whether he is a Buddhist or a demonic sect, the sword pointed at him is his enemy.
On the battlefield, Qin Qing also noticed the intention of the fair-skinned young man in front of him. His expression sank, his palms turned over, and the Buddha energy around his body rose sharply.
On the opposite side, Yi Xifeng pointed his fingers together and used Qi to control the sword. The black flames all over his body were blazing, and the second sword was also cut down.
"Amitabha."
Qin Qing combined his hands, the purple golden bowl floated in the sky, shrouded in golden light, and blocked the sword again.
The Night Sword Hanxing danced in the yellow sand, the sword broke through the dust, and like a night walker, it seemed to tear open the space and instantly came to Qin Qing, and slashed directly on the purple gold bowl body.
"puff!"
The remaining power of this sword force shook, causing Qin Qing to groan, and took a few steps back, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Yi Xifeng took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He immediately let out a soft drink, and his true energy rose into the sky. His hair danced wildly. In an instant, the sword energy surged like wind and thunder.
Before the sword move was made, the force of the sword overwhelmed Qin Qing's body. The sword's steel had already condensed the meaning of Gang Qi. If this sword were to strike, Qin Qing himself would not know whether Zijinbo could still block it. Down.
On the battlefield, Yi Xifeng reappeared that day with the sword that struck Zhou Yang in the capital of God's Domain. In an instant, the flying yellow sand on the battlefield seemed to have stopped. The sword energy shot straight into the sky, and a sword fell, trying to kill Zhou Yang. Qin Qing was killed directly by the sword and treated as a dead soul.
Qin Qing's expression changed, and he immediately mobilized all the inner energy in his body, and the golden energy surged out wildly, using the secret method of Buddhism.
Golden light suddenly appeared from Qin Qing's body. In this move, all Qin Qing's true energy was exhausted.
But Ye Jianhanxing still entered the uninhabited land, and the golden light that filled the sky like a mirror shattered, and the purple golden bowl no longer shined as before.
The sword was slashed down, and the purple golden bowl broke in response.
Qin Qing's whole body was covered in blood, but his steps were retreating again and again.
The retreating movement of his feet gradually slowed down, and finally, after a moment, there was only a bang, and Qin Qing knelt down on the ground.
There is a clear difference in strength. With just three moves, the winner will be decided.
Qin Qing's mouth was constantly bleeding from the corners of his mouth, which was obviously caused by irreparable damage to the internal organs in his body.
At this moment, his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.
Why... the gap between them is so huge even though they are both heroes, Xiao Cheng!
"Keep him alive, or I'll kill him."
In the distance, Meng Xinyuan's figure appeared in front of Yi Xifeng's eyes, with a bright broadsword resting on his neck.
(End of chapter)
