He was beaten for a long time after being attacked. It was not until this moment that Ji Ping finally saw the opponent's appearance clearly.

The very ordinary wild warrior dressed in a shabby short dress, with leggings, ordinary face, mixed beard, and a pair of slightly sunken eyes shone with a blade-like light.

"Big...Brother..." The thief lying on the ground flipped over his body, and blood foam appeared from time to time.

The wild samurai locked at Ji Ping and said without looking back: "You are just asking you to monitor me, why are you so much?"

The thief struggled to hold the package and said, "This is the treasure that the boss has always wanted.... When he saw it, he wanted to take it."

The wild samurai raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"

"Seed of Strength."

As soon as this statement came out, both the wild samurai and Ji Ping changed color.

The wild warrior was both surprised and happy, and Ji Ping suddenly felt shocked. He pursued the thief, but it happened to be the same. He didn't know what was missing. He just thought it was gold, silver and jade. He didn't expect it to be this. At this moment, he also understood who was missing.

"Can you still move?" The wild warrior seemed to be talking to the thief, but his breath was firmly locked in Ji Ping.

"Yes!" The thief gritted his teeth and got up. Seeing that he couldn't straighten his back, he didn't think about fighting, but there was no big problem with taking two steps.

"Bring things to the second head of the family. Let's go!"

"Brother, this guy is also a samurai..."

"He can't eat and leave!"

At this moment, Ji Ping suddenly raised his toes and a stone as big as a fist flew towards the thief. His strength was as fast as a hidden weapon. In his current state, he could not avoid it.

The wild samurai swung his sword sideways, and with a local whistle, knocking the stone away, but with this move, his posture was broken and he lost his chance.

Ji Ping moved, and rushed towards him like a storm. White lights flashed in both palms, like two balls of white fireworks burning, and slammed heavily on the body of the wild samurai sword that was rushed back to the blockade.

The wild warrior groaned and retreated, and wanted to swing the knife to fight back, but his expression changed. Ji Ping's mysterious killing hit the sword, and even the black iron sword was bent into an arc. It was broken but it still could be used, but can a bent knife be used? Even if it is barely used, it is so awkward and unattached, how many strength can it be exerted?

This heavy blow consumed one-fifth of Ji Ping's energy, making him unable to attack again while breathing. He hurriedly retreated to a safe distance, and said with a smile while panting: "I don't have weapons, and you have one, it's equivalent to not. Now, we're even."

The wild samurai threw the knife casually, his fingers squatted, and his knuckles made a sound, his eyes were like a wolf: "Very good, then let's fight fairly!"

...

Wu Junyan was furious and even more frightened. He had lost a seed of strength. If he lost another one, even if he was the son of the head of the family, he would not be able to bear the serious consequences.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his lungs were about to break, and he just wanted to kill someone!

So, the three guys who jumped out to intercept were in trouble.

What will happen if three fourth-level wild warriors maliciously hit the sixth-level warriors?

Ji Ping, who is gentle, will turn them into rolling gourds, while Wu Junyan, who has red eyes, will turn them into rolling gourds...blood gourds!

ah--

When the third group of intercepted wild warriors were roared by Wu Junyan and kicked into sky-storming cannons, spraying bloody "fireworks" all over the sky, every four or five batches of interceptors who came from afar turned green and turned around and ran away. The farther away from this crazy evil star, the better.

Wu Junyan carried two long bloody swords that had been pulled from the interceptor, and rushed past Ji Ping like crazy. The white light of the sword flashed violently. The wild warrior caught him off guard and retreated in panic. Ji Ping was stunned for a while - Is this still the handsome junior Wu who is usually the usual?

"Don't die!"

With the roar, two steel knives filled with Yuanli slashed like wheels, cutting the Yuanli shield condensed by the wild warrior into a trembling film, and star light splattered, and finally split into pieces with a loud bang. Perhaps Wu Junyan chased all the way, and Yuanli consumed a huge amount. After slashing Yuanli shield, the sword light became dark. As a result, although the two swords were heavy on the arms of the wild warrior crossing into a cross, they were not cut in but were knocked away, and the door was wide open with the empty chest and abdomen.

The wild warrior sweated like a waterfall, his head was covered with wet hair and covered his forehead. However, his eyes that were as fierce as a wolf through his hair were still fierce and calm. At the sight of the opportunity, he smiled and split his arms, turning his fist into a palm knife, like two shovels, penetrated fiercely into Wu Junyan's ribs.

Wu Junyan had no time to return to defense and could not dodge. He gritted his teeth and instead of retreating, he rushed into the arms of the wild warrior, opened his arms and tied them tightly, spread his white teeth, and bit his throat.

The wild warrior was shocked. He was also a desperate person, but this was the first time he had seen such a crazy person. However, although he was shocked, he was not panicked because the Yuanli could not move his teeth at all. Even if his teeth were the most powerful part of the human body, he could not bite the skin of the level 6 crocodile warrior who was more solid than ironwood.

Boom!

Wu Junyan's big teeth blasted, and the wild warrior's throat also had a severe pain - his skin was not broken, but the pain was inevitable.

The wild warrior roared with anger, and a pair of peaks penetrated his ears and hit Wu Junyan's temples. Taking advantage of the moment he was dizzy, he pinched his neck with one hand and pulled it open, and turned his fist into a hand knife with the other hand. The palms were covered with silver-gray luster, like a metal blade, and chopped down fiercely.

A figure swept through the wild warrior quickly, and a flash of blood rain sprinkled.

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"Hand! My hands!"

"I've lost my head, what else do I need!"

Wu Junyan had his hair disguised, his eyes were white, and his lips were as shaped like a ghost. His ten fingers were opened like ghost claws, gathering his strength to the Dantian, and madly injected all the re-called Yuanli power remaining in the Yuan core into his ten fingers. He held the wild samurai's sky spirit cover with one claw, and pinched his chin with one claw, and twisted his chin with one claw, twisted his left and right - Kaba! Twist the wild samurai's neck from front to back, and then turned back from back to front.

Three hundred and sixty-five degrees, one degree is quite a lot.

Ji Ping threw away the blade blood bead, looked at the slump of wild warrior, and then at the shaking Wu Junyan, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a while, Wu Junyan spoke first, his voice hoarse as if he had a handful of sand: "Senior Brother Ji, where did that thief run away?"

Ji Pingchang let out a sigh and said, "They have accomplices, called the "Second Head". Their strength is not inferior to this wild warrior. With the current situation of Junior Wu, I'm afraid... If my junior trusts me, please return and meet with everyone before coming. As for the thief, leave it to me."

Wu Junyan was silent and counting breaths, his chest was undulating, and he was about to speak.

A cold and hatred voice came: "No one needs to leave, no one can leave."

A warrior wearing a hat and a pair of swords on his back walked out of the forest. He was dressed like a dead wild warrior, with a short green cloth jacket, tied feet, and slim shoes. He looked no different from a warrior on the street, and was as ordinary as he could not be more ordinary. However, as soon as this person appeared, his breathless momentum suddenly made Ji Ping's eyes wide open.

"Zhu, Que, Wu, Shi!"

"No, it's a wolf-tooth warrior!"

Pooh! Wu Junyan, who had exhausted his energy, could not withstand the powerful pressure of more than a thousand-mile, and knelt on one knee.

The man slowly took off his hat and showed a face that was not very distinctive, with only those slightly sunken eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty vicious light: "You are killing my most powerful subordinate, the boss of the Thirteen Knife. I am the second leader of the Crazy Sand Thieves, Shalifeng. You don't need to register, you just need to know who died in his hands."

Sha Lifeng said as he raised his arms and slowly pulled out the two blades behind his shoulders bit by bit. He pointed at Wu Junyan with his left hand: "This knife will chop you up." Then he pointed at Ji Ping with his right hand, "This knife will cut you alive."

Shalifeng looked wooden, his arms spread out, and he drew half an arc. He crossed his swords and his eyes were drooping, and he didn't even look at Ji, and Wu and the others said: "Come and bear your way of death."
Chapter completed!