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Wang Ziqiao and Su Feifei were wrapped in a rapidly rotating wind wall. He stood in the wind tunnel, and his mental power had accurately caught the opponent's attack, but the speed of the opponent had surpassed the rotation speed of the wind wall.

His magic wand was brewing the ultimate magic tornado, but right now it was too late to block the opponent's attack.

Prince Qiao originally wanted to use the long sword to fight against the enemy, but his sword has been stored in the storage ring. There is a dragon-shaped real essence in the storage ring, which makes it impossible for him to call out the long sword alone.

As soon as his eyes rolled, Wang Ziqiao was overjoyed, turned around suddenly, and punched out, and his storage ring was worn on his index finger, and spiritual power was injected into it to activate the miniature teleportation array.

Roar!

A dragon's roar came out, and more than a dozen small dragon-like zhenqi drilled out from the storage ring on his finger, spread out, and met the opponent's palm full of zhenqi.

boom!

When the two powerhouses met, the burst of true energy and dragon energy sent the opponent flying, and Wang Ziqiao also flew upside down.

Using the teleportation array, part of the true energy in the storage ring was sent out to defend against the opponent's attack. Not only did it defuse the attack, but it also caused the opponent to suffer a lot of damage.

And the real essence in the storage ring is also one-tenth less.

The figure of the other party freezes and turns into an old man wearing a black Taoist robe. On the surface, this old man looks very young, with black hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, and his skin is flushed, but his eyes are hazy, cold, and full of murderous intent. Flesh and torn palms.

The true energy at the end of the ninth level is not something that can be resisted at the beginning of the ninth level. The most important thing is that the black-robed old man is obviously careless. How could he have thought that Wang Ziqiao would bombard such a violent true energy?

However, he also noticed the ring on Prince Qiao's finger, and his cold eyes showed some doubts.

Fuyunzi's master was also surprised, this is his senior brother, they are the same master, and now they have entered the path of ruthlessness.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about other things. His skinny figure was full of blood, and he stepped on the ladder. In an instant, he was in front of Prince Joe who was flying upside down. Captured in the void, there was a huge real yuan paw print, like a steel anchor. In general, he caught the tornado around Wang Ziqiao and took it with force.

Prince Joe approached him quickly.

It's just that when Wang Ziqiao called out the dragon-shaped true essence, he also dropped the Lanyin sword, and the energy and spirit of the whole body drove the magic power into the blue singing sword, making the blue singing sword glow with color. With both feet in the air, driven by the wind element, he stabbed the skinny old man with Su Feifei on his back.

One is ingestion, the other is attack, and standing together makes Wang Ziqiao's speed a little faster.

The skinny old man was surprised. He originally thought that Wang Ziqiao would struggle to escape, but he never wanted to fight back against him, but he had already seen that Wang Ziqiao's cultivation was not strong enough to fight against him, so he changed the paw prints in his hand and yelled at Lan The sword grabbed the past.

when!

flutter!

Wang Ziqiao broke the paw print with a sword, and the castration continued. The sharp point of the sword locked the skinny old man's throat.

It's just that at this critical moment, the ninth-level old man who sneaked up on Wang Ziqiao just now has arrived, his body is like smoke, under the moonlight, like a ghost, he flashes up, and he still appears behind Wang Ziqiao , and pointing like a sword, a white sword energy, carrying the moonlight light like flowing water, cut into Wang Ziqiao's windshield, and approached Sophie Fei's back neck.

"Die!" Wang Ziqiao spun around with the windshield, and before he had time to kill the eighth-level skinny old man, the long sword swirled and collided with the sword energy behind him.

when!

The Lan Yin Sword sent the sword energy flying and smashed into pieces.

But the opponent flicked his fingers repeatedly, releasing multiple sword qi continuously.

Prince Qiao Lingwei is not afraid, he only has one move, which is continuous stabbing, the magic power in his body is running wildly, continuously flying forward.

dang dang...

Every blow can shatter a sword energy.

However, under the impact of the sword energy, the huge counter-shock force brought by it was too much for Wang Ziqiao. When the true essence sword energy was condensed, it was comparable to a king kong, and when it shattered, it exploded like explosives. Wang Ziqiao's windshield shattered.

The eighth-level skinny old man seized an opportunity, raised his hand with a sword qi, and hit the back of Sophie Fei behind Prince Joe.

Wang Ziqiao's spiritual power senses all directions, so he can naturally know the opponent's attack direction. The magic sprouted, and suddenly a mahogany branch stretched out, like refined iron, around Sophie's back, and struck at the sword energy.

when!

The sword energy was blown away.

Numerous peach branches crazily grew out of the magic wand, fixing Sophie on the back of Prince Joe, and covering the main parts tightly.

"Wudang Grabber!" The ninth-level black-haired old man who looked like remnant smoke suddenly yelled, and struck out the same claw shadow as the skinny old man, and grabbed the Lan Yin Sword in Wang Ziqiao's hand, followed closely by his figure. Quickly followed up, another palm was printed on Prince Joe's chest.

Crazy true energy poured into Wang Ziqiao's body, like a grenade, it exploded, and Wang Ziqiao flew upside down.

The clothes on the chest were torn, the flesh was bloody, the muscles and bones were shattered, and all internal organs were shattered.

flutter!

Prince Joe, who was flying upside down, spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the opponent did not stop attacking, the black-haired man finished his attack with a palm, and the eighth-level skinny old man went up immediately, and a sword qi hit Su Feifei behind Prince Joe, cut off a peach tree branch, and fell into Su Feifei's body The back pierced Sophie Fei's body and emerged from Prince Joe's chest.

"Die!" Fu Yunzi, who had been unable to get in his hands, stepped in the void, and used Wudang's lightness skill to move the ladder, straight up the void, and came to the top of Wang Ziqiao and Wang Ziqiao. Countless sword qi shot out, covering the two of them completely .

"Are you going to die?" Sophie hugged Wang Ziqiao. She was seriously injured by the blow just now. If the mahogany branch hadn't changed the direction of the sword energy, so that the sword energy could not hit the heart, otherwise, she was afraid at this time. has died.

The combination of the three is not something that Wang Ziqiao can match at all, let alone he is carrying a Su Feifei on his back.

Looking at the bright silver sword energy above her head, Su Feifei felt that the whole world suddenly became quiet, and even the sword energy became extremely slow. She was not afraid, and even felt that death was a kind of relief. Together, it's all worth it.

Death should be scary, and only when you are with your loved one can you have the confidence to face it.

Prince Qiao fought against the three masters of the seventh level. This was the most tragic battle in history. Although the time of the battle was short, it was always in crisis.

However, he didn't want to die. After the opponent attacked one after another, the ultimate magic tornado was finally stimulated. This is magic beyond his realm, so naturally it takes more time. In fact, it is not too long, because the opponent's attack Incredibly fast, in an instant.

Just after the sword light was about to reach Wang Ziqiao's head, a violent gust of wind suddenly appeared with Wang Ziqiao at the center, and the howling sound was like the roar of ten thousand beasts.