Chapter 94

Zhou Qi also rushed to the founder's monsoon smoke at the first time.

Unfortunately

It's all late.

Yang Jian's figure is like a ghost, which can't be seen by others at all. The only thing that can be seen is the virtual shadows that constantly flash in the air.

All the arrows were cut off at the moment of shooting, none of them could be close to the monsoon smoke.

At this moment, blood splashed and screamed in people's ears one after another. Leixu watched as the soldiers he brought were killed by the light and shadow. There was no room to fight back.

The strong smell of blood filled leixu's breath, like death's Scythe life hooked leixu's neck, making him unable to breathe.

"Zhou Qi! Zhou qikuai! "

At this moment, leixu can only place all his hopes on Zhouqi.

Zhou Qi's strength can be said to be the top in Jicheng, and only he can save all this.

Zhou Qi's cold sweat continued to fall, and he rushed to the monsoon smoke standing still.

"Miss!" Linghe shouts, and he will jump up when he raises his sword.

But

The heavy sword in Zhouqi's hand has been raised high, and heavily split from the head of monsoon smoke!

But the monsoon smoke is still standing in place, Zhou Qi's eyes flashed a little light, and the coming joy was revealed from the corner of his mouth.

But

When!

Zhou Qi's heavy sword didn't split on the head of the monsoon cigarette at all, but was caught "gently" by two slender fingers half a palm from the top of the monsoon cigarette.

Zhou Qi stared at the two fingers, and easily took the monsoon smoke of his full blow. No matter how hard he tried, the heavy sword remained motionless.

Monsoon smoke slightly raised his head, smiling eyes on Zhou Qi's frightened eyes.

"People, how to fight with immortals?" Monsoon smoke lips slightly Yang, spit out let Zhou Qi all over cold words.

The double fingers of monsoon smoke with heavy sword flick slightly

An invisible force suddenly spread from one end of the heavy sword. The hard and incomparable heavy sword shivered faintly at this moment, and the shiver passed to Zhou Qi who was holding the sword at a very fast speed.

Almost subconsciously, Zhou Qi quickly released his sword holding hand.

In the moment of his release, the quivering heavy sword broke up with a crack. The heavy sword, which Zhou Qi was proud of, turned into countless iron chips in front of his eyes and splashed at the foot of the monsoon smoke.

"You're the only one who deserves to fight with brother Ling?" The monsoon smoke slightly tilted his head, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Even though she failed to survive the thunder disaster, the soul of her previous life has already ascended to the position of half immortal. Even though her internal pill is broken now, it doesn't take much effort to deal with these mortal bodies.

Life or death is only between her thoughts.

When the voice of monsoon smoke fell to the ground, her right hand lightly waved, and the broad cuff raised a light breeze, which slowly raised the iron filings of the ground heavy sword, and blew to the stunned Zhou Qi.

Just like the breeze passing by, Zhou Qi could not feel anything unusual, but a strong smell of blood came from his nose.

He subconsciously lowered his head, eyes touched, but let his whole blood in the moment counter current!

Zhou Qi's whole body was shot into blood holes by those iron scraps. Blood trickled down his armor and dyed the earth under his feet red.