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Naturally, Xuanfeng and the yellow-faced monk had no objection and agreed.

Afterwards, the three of them displayed their unique Shaolin skills and attacked Jiang Yi.

At this moment, a low shout came.

"Go!"

Whoosh whoosh.

More than a dozen cylindrical hidden weapons flew out from the walls on both sides of the escort agency, and fell towards the densely populated area at a high speed.

Jiang Yi's eyes were extremely sharp, and with just a glance, he could see that those hidden weapons were clearly thunderbolts, and the fuses were still sparking.

The next moment, Zhentianlei exploded in the crowd.

Boom boom boom!

For a while, blood and broken limbs flew around, screams and wailing everywhere.

The choking white gunpowder smoke filled the entire courtyard, and the scene became a mess.

"No, there is an ambush!"

"Help!"

"Who is so bold?"

Jiang Yi and the others were also thrown several thunderbolts, and the speed was extremely fast. It should be thrown by a certain master with hidden weapons.

Because Xuanfeng was not good at body skills, he was unable to dodge in time, and was sent flying horizontally, with one arm dripping with blood.

The yellow-faced monk was slashed by Jiang Yi when he was retreating, and blood flowed from his thigh.

Jiang Yi and Xuan Zhi easily avoided the bombardment of Zhen Tianlei without any injuries.

In the white gunpowder smoke, Jiang Yi swung his knife casually, knocking down the arrows that were aimed at him one by one, and took out a Shiquan Dabu pill with his left hand and put it in his mouth.

Having experienced the previous battles, his internal strength has been depleted a lot.Without the help of the elixir, he might not be able to sustain the next battle.

Just when many people in the martial arts were caught off guard by the thunder that suddenly threw them, a lot of Heisha dead soldiers appeared on the walls on both sides of the Escort, each of them still held a bow and arrow in their hands.

Because of the gunpowder smoke in the arena, they couldn't aim, but they didn't need to aim, they just had to shoot at the crowded place.

Crash crash crash.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrows fell like rain.

The sharp arrows shot out with a sharp whistling sound, pierced into the white gunpowder smoke, and pierced into the bodies of each martial artist, bringing up a splash of blood.

There were screams and howls again.

When the gunpowder smoke dissipated slowly, there were corpses strewn all over the courtyard, and the strong smell of blood rushed to the face, which was extremely pungent.

"kill!"

Following an order, the group of Heisha dead soldiers pulled out their steel knives, rushed into the courtyard, and slashed and killed the remaining martial arts practitioners.

Several Heisha dead men even swallowed the secret medicine that stimulated their potential, and became infinitely powerful, fearless of pain, and extremely brave in killing people.

The courtyard of the Zhenwei Escort instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.

At the same time as the order sounded, a black figure with a dark gold mask flashed suddenly, appeared in a corner of the courtyard, and slapped Zhang Tao with a palm.

Zhang Tao was furrowing his brows tightly, looking at the sudden appearance of those dead black warriors, facing the sudden palm of the masked man, he forced himself to use his internal force, and greeted him with a palm.

"boom."

It exploded with violent force.

After all, Zhang Tao was injured and his strength dropped greatly, so he couldn't block the palm.

puff.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, took two steps back, and slammed into the wall behind him with a bang, cracking the wall.

However, he also recognized the identity of the masked man through the confrontation just now, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed:

"It's you!"

A majestic sword energy slashed out like lightning, and Zhang Tao's voice stopped abruptly.

puff!

Zhang Tao, who was seriously injured, had no time to react. He was hit by the extremely sharp sword energy, and his head rolled off.

the same moment.

Two figures, one white and one black, flashed suddenly, swift as arrows, passing a distance of more than ten steps in an instant, and the two long swords pierced the "severely injured" Jiang Yi with a shrill scream.

It was Qin Sirong who had been lying in wait for a long time and the last of the four demons of the Western Regions: the bat demon.

Qin Sirong's sword light was snow white, like a pool of autumn water, extremely quiet, killing silently.

The bat demon's movement is erratic, with a hazy phantom, which makes people unpredictable. His sword light has a penetrating green color, which is obviously smeared with terrible poison.

Jiang Yi looked at the two swiftly approaching sword lights, his eyes flickered with a stern sharpness: Zhang Qiqiao's subordinates have finally made a move, and he doesn't have to act any more.

Vigorous internal force roared and surged through the meridians, and then surged into the black plume knife in his hand.