Originally, more than 20 martial artists gathered together, and he could use the skills of the burst arrow to suppress the range, but now that the opponent dispersed, he could not take such a large area and could not suppress them. He would probably be approached by the opponent and expose his strong trump card.

Just as Zhao Hu was thinking about whether to give up the magician's long-range attack ability and use the wilderness ancient fist to kill more than 20 martial artists, Qingqing, who was guarding him, frowned, shouted lightly, and moved his body to face more than 20 martial artists. The long sword in his hand danced lightly. The Jade Girl sword technique was used, and cold sword lights shot out, covering the bodies of more than 20 martial artists, and cutting the throats of the three martial artists like lightning.

Seeing Qingqing so powerful, Hu Ming behind him was shocked and quickly shouted: "Kill the magician Zhao Hu first!"

As soon as Hu Ming finished his voice, he saw more than 20 martial artists split into three and rushed towards Zhao Hu, while others surrounded Qingqing and were cautiously prepared.

Seeing Hu Ming treating himself as a soft persimmon, Zhao Hu was furious and immediately put the evil god's staff into the space ring, preparing to let them taste the power of the ancient fist of the wilderness.

"Xiaohu, leave these people to me to deal with. Just watch them from the side. Today I have to know that I am not a beautiful vase, not a target that needs your protection, but a fighter who can fight side by side with you!" Qingqing looked at Zhao Hu and shouted loudly.

After saying that, Qingqing's body moved and instantly rushed out of the encirclement of more than 20 martial artists. He approached Zhao Hu like lightning. The white jade sword in his hand danced gently. Three cold sword lights flashed in front of Zhao Hu's eyes, and three blood arrows shot out from the necks of the three martial artists attacking Zhao Hu.

"Qingqing, when did you become so powerful?" Seeing Qingqing's jade sword light in her hand, the three martial artists fell under the three sword lights and became a cold corpse. Zhao Hu couldn't help but say with a look of surprise.

"Xiaohu, do you think my three years in the Ice God Palace have been in vain? Today, let you see the power of the Jade Girl's swordsmanship!" Seeing Zhao Hu's surprised expression, a satisfied smile appeared on his green face.

After saying that, Qingqing smiled slightly at Xiaohu, her body was like lightning, and she rushed into the middle of the remaining twenty martial artists. The jade sword in her hand danced lightly, and the sword lights containing the strong icy aura shot out from the jade sword in her hand and fell towards the remaining twenty martial artists.

Facing the sword light that Qingqing swung, the twenty martial artists who knew that they were powerful did not dare to take it forward. They moved their bodies and flexibly avoided the attack of the sword light. At the same time, three people, two attacks and one defense, were entangled with Qingqing, which greatly increased Qingqing's pressure.

Those twenty martial artists were not vegetarians, but were all third-level warriors. They had experienced many battles. Only at the beginning did they look down on Qingqing's combat power, but Qingqing seized the opportunity and killed the man in a lightning manner. Now they reacted and began to organize the siege and kill Qingqing, which greatly reduced Qingqing's extremely sharp Jade Girl sword technique.

Qingqing, who was surrounded and killed, did not cause any emotional fluctuations because of the organized attacks of the twenty martial artists, but waved the jade sword in his hand with a calm expression, swung out a series of extremely sharp sword lights, containing the cold and coldness, and fell towards the twenty martial artists.

Seeing Qingqing fighting fiercely with twenty martial artists, evenly matched, no one could hurt anyone, Zhao Hu felt a stir in his heart. His wife was so powerful that he had to show his strength that matched him, so he shouted: "Qingqing, I'll help you!"

After saying that, Zhao Hu moved his body and joined the battlefield. The violent power in his body was released, and his fist with terrifying power smashed hard towards a martial artist.

Seeing Zhao Hu joining the battlefield and bombarding himself with his fists, the attacked martial artist showed a cruel smile on his lips, and the sharp sword in his hand stimulated, facing Zhao Hu's fist, wanting to see if it was Zhao Hu's fist powerful or his sword sharp.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang in the sky. The sharp sword facing Zhao Hu's fist broke into countless pieces in front of the huge force of Zhao Hu's fist, and shot out around. At the same time, Zhao Hu's huge fist did not diminish and landed hard on the chest of the martial artist, smashing his sternum, like a kite with broken strings, flying backwards, flying more than ten meters before falling to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and losing the breath of life.

Zhao Hu's wild ancient fist broke through to the first level of invincible iron fist, and had a powerful body comparable to a fourth-level monster. Ordinary swords could not leave any trace on his body, let alone leave traces on his fist with the strongest attack power.

The martial artist wanted to pierce Zhao Hu's fist with a sharp sword, which was simply a delusion, and he was seeking death. You should know that Zhao Hu could defeat the fourth-level unicorn king with his physical strength. He was a third-level martial artist who wanted to use his long sword to break through Zhao Hu's fist defense, not seeking death.

Seeing Zhao Hu breaking his long sword with one punch, killing a martial artist, and besieging Qingqing's nineteen martial artists, I was shocked and secretly scolded the intelligence error. At the same time, nine martial artists were immediately assigned to siege and kill Zhao Hu. They did not believe that Zhao Hu and Qingqing would be the opponents of their nineteen martial artists. Even if they killed several of their companions, they thought they were despised by themselves, and they did not realize that Zhao Hu and Qingqing had strong combat power that surpassed the masters of the same level.

Seeing nine martial artists surrounding him, forming three groups, and launching an attack on him, Zhao Hu showed a smile on his lips, his body was like lightning, and his fists were swinging out, and with the whistling sound of the wind, he greeted the martial artists one by one.

Faced with Zhao Hu's fist attack, the nine martial artists were very cautious and did not dare to take it forward. They just waved the weapons in their hands and stimulated towards the vital points of Zhao Hu's body from different angles. They hoped that this method would be used to avoid Zhao Hu so that his fists could not exert their strong combat power.

However, Zhao Hu did not dodge at all at all at the attack on their weapons. He relied on his powerful body and the soft golden armor outside his body to withstand their weapons, just like a human-shaped monster. Under the siege of nine martial artists, he rushed left and right, swung his fists continuously, and fist shadows with terrifying power enveloped the nine martial artists, constantly hitting the nine martial artists, looking like a rogue attitude of fighting for life.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a few clear sounds, the long swords of the three martial artists were shattered by Zhao Hu's fists, and their chests were also pierced by Zhao Hu's fists, making a shrill scream, a large amount of red blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and they collapsed weakly to the ground, becoming a cold corpse.

Looking at Zhao Hu, who was covered in blood, his eyes were filled with blood-red light, and some internal organs were hanging on his fists, like a fierce demon from hell, and the other six martial artists who besieged him were shocked and retreated involuntarily. He looked at Zhao Hu with fear and fear, and did not dare to approach him, nor did he dare to attack, but surrounded him from afar.

At the same time, Qingqing, surrounded by ten martial artists, also began to show his power. A series of cold chills were released from his body, invading the ten martial artists around him, penetrated into his body, freezing the flesh and blood of his meridians in his body, making his movements slow down his weapons, and his combat power instantly weakened by three points.

After releasing the cold attack, a trace of coldness flashed in Qingqing's eyes, his body flashed rapidly, and his white clothes fluttered, as if dancing in the wind. The jade sword in his hand released a series of cold sword lights along with its ethereal dance steps, which struck a martial artist's neck, causing him to let out a shrill scream, and a blood arrow shot out from his neck, falling to the sky, becoming a cold corpse.

In the blink of an eye, Qingqing's dance steps stopped, and all the ten martial artists around him were killed by a sword, which shocked Hu Ming, who was supervising the battle in the rear. He quickly shouted at the six martial artists beside Zhao Hu: "Get rid of your ideas, let's retreat!"

As soon as Hu Ming finished his voice, he saw Qingqing move and appear in front of him, blocking his way to escape, and said with a cold look on his face: "I want to run, it's too late!"

Hu Ming saw that his escape was blocked by Qingqing, and the remaining six martial artists were also held back by Zhao Hu. He was unable to protect himself and could not help him fight. He couldn't help but feel tightened, and his eyes turned: "Madam Zhao, we are just entrusted by others, there is no need to kill them all!"

"You should all die if you affect the elegant atmosphere of Xiaohu and I visit the beautiful scenery!" Qingqing replied with a cold look on her face. At the same time, the chill released from her body invaded Hu Ming's body. The jade sword in her hand even slashed as her arm swung, and as she waved her arms.

Facing Qingqing's jade sword attack, Hu Ming did not dare to look at it, and immediately took the big sword in his hand and fought fiercely with Qingqing with all his heart.

As the leader of more than 20 martial artists, Hu Ming's strength is naturally not to be underestimated. Not only does he possess the powerful strength of a nine-star martial artist, he also plays a big sword with great power, powerful and exquisite. For a moment, Qingqing can't even take him. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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