Super Soldier King

But this time Ye Qian won't be fooled again, his body swayed, and he kept retreating behind.

The black-faced man laughed loudly, followed Ye Qian's direction, and moved over.

"Boy, what's the matter? Are you scared? Don't stop, haha."

The black-faced man was laughing while chasing Ye Qian, his speed didn't slow down at all, but showed signs of strengthening.

Ye Qian backed away, muttering in his heart: the aura of the black-faced man in front of him is completely circular, and flows out from the middle top, flows around, and then returns to the center.

Obviously, the attraction he felt before came from this way, and Ye Qian could see it clearly outside of the aura.

But at this time, he was a little hesitant, because he was not sure if this was a deliberate trap set by the black-faced man, and he was waiting for him to fall into the trap, and then trapped him in the aura again.

"Fight!"

Ye Qian held the Dao Bing Huasheng knife in his hand, flashed in the center of the head of the aura in an instant, and then stabbed fiercely in the direction of the air flow.

There was a violent collision between the blade and the grass, trees and dust, because it also pierced against the direction of the airflow, the Dao Bing Huasheng knife was affected a little bit, and the blade became slower.

However, after the stabbing, Ye Qian's expression changed instantly, and he immediately swung his knife and turned around, blocking a slender shadow that stabbed at his back.

"Stab..."

The slender black blade made a long series of ear-piercing sounds with the Dao Bing Huasheng Knife, but it was the Dao Bing Huasheng Knife that left no deep or shallow marks on the black blade.

The surrounding vegetation and dust stopped instantly, and then gathered towards the center.

At this time, Ye Qian saw that a pair of palms appeared on the ground, and then they kept changing their movements, and the surrounding dust also changed their movements, trying to gather towards him.

"die……"

Ye Qian wanted to escape from the black-faced man's moves, but the skinny man made him lose his chance.

"Clang..."

After getting ready, he felt the man's slender blade, but kept waving it in the direction Ye Qian was escaping from, forcing him back to the center of the dust again and again.

The skinny man's sword skills are not very good, and his strength is not so great, but his speed is extremely fast. Often when Ye Qian just has an idea and rushes away from one direction, the skinny man's knife will reach Ye Qian.

"There's no end to it." Although Ye Qian was patient enough, he was also annoyed by the rogue style of these two people.

The skinny man obviously wanted Ye Qian to fall into the encirclement of the black-faced man. As the vegetation and dust continue to narrow the area, it will form a strong obstacle at that time, and Ye Qian will definitely face a powerful blow from two people at that time. .

The two cooperated very tacitly, every step made Ye Qian extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hmph, what kind of strength, what kind of treasure to match, if something you shouldn't have appears on your body, it means that your death is approaching." The thin man ignored Ye Qian's shouting, and when the dust circle became smaller, he became even more vigilance.

Ye Qian's mind turned, and he pulled his hands into his arms. The Meteor Hunting Orb obtained from the auction appeared in his hands, and at the same time, there appeared the fourth-class World Killing Dao Soldiers obtained from the auction.

"Since you want it so much, then I'll give it to you." When Ye Qian said this, the Meteor Hunting Orb in Ye Qian's hand and the streamer of the fourth-class world-killing Taoist soldier Huacheng were thrown by Ye Qian to different places. far away.

Although this place is more than a hundred miles away from Yunzhong City, the three of them have been fighting for a while, and there is no guarantee that no one will pass by or wait for an opportunity in secret.

The two black-faced men saw Ye Qian's movements, and it was too late to stop them. They stopped the movements of their hands in unison, and then flew towards the direction where the things fell.

They don't want these things to end up cheaper for other people.

"Hmph, really greedy."

Ye Qian's action was too sudden, and there was no warning. After seeing the target of their trip, the black-faced man lost the ability to think in an instant. There was a gap.

Daoist Ye Qian waved a purple-gold saber energy, appearing directly behind the black-faced man, and instantly chopped off one arm of the black-faced man.

"Stabbed..." The trend of the saber energy did not decrease. After Ye Qian's precise calculation, after passing the black-faced man, it flew straight towards the feeling man.

The skinny man only had the last image of the thing Ye Qian threw in his mind. At this moment, he was extremely anxious, and his speed continued to increase. He wanted to rush to the two things and quickly pick them up.

But the huge crisis behind him immediately woke him up. He raised the knife in his hand, but his arm was injured after all, and his movements were much slower. The knife energy directly traversed his chest and went away through the air.

"ah!"

The skinny man yelled at Ye Qian when he was seriously injured. At the same time, his body instantly became plump.

"I want you to die!"

At this moment, in the thin man's mind, the treasure has become unimportant. The black-faced man just fell on the ground with one shoulder, and he suffered such a completely irreversible serious injury. The fate of the two seems to be doomed.

At this time, it's better to fight to the death, and pull Ye Qian down.

"Ahhhhhhh..." the black-faced man roared loudly, with the other palm moving quickly, he tapped on the other shoulder continuously, trying to stop the bleeding on the shoulder, but the wound was too big and the blood couldn't be stopped at all. After a while, he already felt dizzy, and the figures looking at Ye Qian began to overlap.

"Let's go together!" Both of them were desperadoes, but at this moment, they didn't have any scruples. After looking at each other, they rushed towards Ye Qian desperately.

The black-faced man only has one arm left, but all the strength of the whole body is poured into one arm, which makes the strength of this arm much faster than when he was fighting with Ye Qian before.

"It turned out to be like this, haha. Fortunately, I still don't understand it. It's not too late. Killing you is a happy thing." At this time, the black-faced man had an epiphany about his own practice, but But he knew that his epiphany was too late. After this fight, no matter whether he wins or loses, he is bound to die.

The originally skinny man has now turned into a man in hardcover. At this time, the slender blade in his hand, matched with the open and closed arms of the black-faced man, constantly stretches towards Ye Qian from tricky angles.

It was obviously a knife, but he used it as a sword.

"Clang..."

The knife in Ye Qian's hand slashed fiercely on the black-faced man's arm, making a sound like a metal collision, and then the huge counter-shock force made him take a few steps back.

The moment Ye Qian lost his center of gravity, the tip of the hardcover man's knife just pointed at Ye Qian's heart, Ye Qian could only turn sideways, but the clothes in front of him were directly pierced by the hardcover man's knife point. Hole.

Then the blade swept across, but at this time Ye Qian's Daoist Transformation Saber had gained room to breathe, directly blocking the black blade.

At the same time, Ye Qian raised his wrist to lift the Dao Bing Huasheng Knife, and then rotated his wrist 180 degrees. The blade that was swept across Ye Qian just now was instantly pressed in front of Ye Qian's Dao Bing Hua Sheng Knife. It was good to block the fist of the black-faced man.

As a last resort, the black-faced man's fist could only be withdrawn.

With one move, Ye Qian got the upper hand and directly bullied him. Just now he was almost depressed by these two people. He definitely wanted to vent his anger at this time. Even when these two people went crazy, Ye Qian didn't care at all.

Ye Qian's combat experience is definitely much richer than the two in front of him. Now the two are clearly at the peak of their explosion. Now that Ye Qian is gaining power, the most important thing is to expand his offensive advantage. If he retreats, then next, he will Ushered in the storm-like blow of two people.

"Let you also taste the feeling of being aggrieved."

Ye Qian's Dao Bing Huasheng knife seemed to have become sticky, and it kept sticking to the strong man's blade. With his slender blade, he kept drawing a semicircle, flickering to the left and then to the right.

And the black-faced man's fist must pass wherever the black blade passes.

At the same time, Ye Qian's figure is constantly shaking, that is, he is constantly approaching the strong man. Ye Qian has already noticed that as long as he is close to the man in hardcover, his speed advantage will not be volatile. In this way, When the two of them are exhausted, the only one who can win is him.

The three of them have passed hundreds of strokes in just a few breaths.

In the end, the black-faced man roared furiously, and he didn't care whether he hit the strong man's blade. If he didn't move his punches, he wouldn't even have the chance to punch in a while.

"Boom..."

"Crack..."

When the black-faced man moved, Ye Qian's other palm had already been pasted with the Dao Bing Huasheng knife, and then when the black-faced man's fist hit him, he unloaded his strength and exited the battle circle.

After so many collisions with the Dao Bing Hua Sheng Dao, the sturdy man's blade was already extremely fragile. At this time, he was punched by the black-faced man and smashed into pieces.

The sturdy man glanced at the broken blade and the hilt in his hand. Without the weapon, his threat to Ye Qian was almost zero.

But he was still not reconciled, and wanted to rush towards Ye Qian, but when he just raised his footsteps, the whole person suddenly fell straight forward, and his body suddenly became thin again.

But now it looks more like a mummy.

"elder brother!"

Seeing the mummy in front of him, the black-faced man yelled, and wanted to hug the mummy, but a silver light flashed behind him, and it was Ye Qian who suddenly appeared behind him and slapped him on the neck. one knife.

The black-faced man wanted to turn his head, but just as his head moved, it rolled off his shoulders.

It's just that there is no sign of blood spurting from his neck now, because the blood had already drained during the battle just now.

"puff……"

Ye Qian's body suffered a lot of shocks, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he recovered a lot.