A long-handled sword condensed from Hong Xuanqi's hand, and all the spiritual energy was compressed together, with cold light shining, unparalleled sharpness, and murderous aura.

Xuan Qi swung the Guan Dao in his hand and slashed at the two green wolves in the void. He was hit by two crisp sounds of the long steel swords hitting each other. The bodies of the two green wolves in the sky were blurred at the same time, one disappeared, and the other flew backwards.

Wurong Xuanqi was proud, and the crotch felt a little cold, as if something was going to happen. He suddenly exerted force on his legs, jumped high, and the knife in his hand swung back, and the long sword in his heart turned down sharply and slashed towards the black shadow under his crotch.

Bombi's sharp canine teeth were exposed, and he rushed to Xuan Qi quietly. His sharp canine teeth were wide open and he bit Xuan Qi's crotch. However, he didn't expect that Xuan Qi had noticed it. Baby looked at the shiny blade heading down and let out a unwilling whisper. Ten hexagonal gems were inlaid in the black collar on his neck, which shone at the same time as Baby's whisper.

The milky white light column dragged Babi's head and condensed into a gaseous dog's head in the void. The dog's mouth was wide open, the dog's teeth were frustrated, and he bit the Daguan knife hard.

The Guan sword in Boom Boom Xuanqi's hand exploded, shattering the dog's head in the void. The energy of the violent evil continued to roll down. The collar in Babi's neck shattered, forming a dark green protective shield, offsetting the violent energy of the Guan sword. As the protective cover dissipated, the residual energy hit Babi's head. Babi was so painful that he whipped, rolled back and retreated directly, and retreated directly behind the Qinglang.

"You are strong." The cold green wolf began to examine Xuan Qi after Babi suffered a loss. Seeing him condensed from the explosive aura, and then looking at the spiritual energy contained in the aura, Qinglang found that Xuan Qi was very difficult to deal with.

As Baby suffered a loss and the Qinglang judged the situation, the three Xuan cultivators of the island country could not gain any advantage from Xuan Qi. The crazy monk sitting cross-legged on the ground shook his legs, his body bounced up, looked at the dark night sky, and took a deep sniff: "It's really a very pure spiritual energy." After that, he looked at Xuan Qi with greed.

Bawangwan pulled the whale-slashing knife, and a pair of tiger eyes flashed with bright light. The bottle was stuffed with a bottle cap and hung it behind the waist. His legs were slightly separated, and the remaining half of the remaining pot of wine trembled in the pot.

"Drink my drunken dream in the morning, don't you feel dizzy?" Bawangmaru spoke, calm as if it was the sea after midnight. The gentle sea breeze blew, and the sea water brought the quietness after sleeping. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing the sea water on the sea surface, condensed into huge waves, and hitting the reefs on the shore.

"Drunk in the morning?" Xuan Qi shook his head slightly: "No wonder the fragrance remains on his lips and teeth, which makes people feel long aftertaste." After that, he opened his mouth and sprayed a ball of black wine. The more beautiful the wine is, the easier it is to make people fall into depravity. When Xuan Qi smelled the aroma of the wine in the pot, he realized that there was something wrong with the wine.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the Crazy Monk, and he focused his mind and looked Xuan Qi up and down, and then whispered: "How strange, how strange. Could it be that you have reached the state of fasting, your whole body is free of leakage and filth, swallowing wind and drinking dew, and you will not invade all poisons?"

"What are you talking about?" Qinglang frowned, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a half-foot-long flame in the void jumped. Kuroromaru, who held the Taidao, and Kamiko, who was carrying the black zither, emerged from the dark night, and formed horns with Qinglang to attack Qianqi.

"There are more people and fewer people." A ferocious look appeared on Qinglang's face: "No matter who you are, I will die here today, leaving behind a spirit stone. I can make the decision to make you die more happily. Otherwise..."

"Who said that more people can bully fewer people?" Three black shadows suddenly appeared on the dark street. Three people wrapped in black robes, and even those with big hats on their heads walked over silently and stood behind Xuan Qi.

The lazy voice continued to say weakly: "We are many people now, you guys, you guys, just wait for death."

"What did you say?" The crazy monk with a hot personality was full of dissatisfaction. He suffered a loss in Xuan Qi's hands. The crazy monk always wanted to find face in other places. Xuan Qi was very strong and the newcomer must not be as strong as Xuan Qi. The crazy monk who was determined to find face was as big as a drum, his hands were shiny, and he shouted loudly, and slapped at a man in black.

"You thief dare." A black light flashed in the black man's hand, and the dead aura of death spread throughout the sky. A ball of jade as big as a palm was thrown out and directly printed on the iron sand palm of the Crazy Monk.

The crazy monk, who was bulging like a balloon, quickly flattened his body after trembling wildly. His extremely hard palm seemed to hit the wall. The recoil force shocked and his blood rolled, and his eyes were bursting.

The Bawangmaru, who was beside him, seemed to see that the Crazy Monk was in a wrong state, and immediately waved the whale-slashing knife to slash at the man in black.

Another man in black robe also took action. A silver-white chain of light was decorated with a hammer head full of cold light. It was like a flying fire meteor, and it hit the whale-slashing knife in Bawangmaru's hand with a buzzing sound, which made Bawangmaru retreat, and half of his body felt numb from his arms to his arms.

"Get out of here" the man in black did not want the life of the Crazy Monk. Seeing that his face was blue and purple, he immediately shook the dead jade, which was greatly damaged by the Crazy Monk.

The monk rolled on the ground, trembling like a gourd. His face turned from dark to purple, his body kept trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear and panic.

"What's wrong?" Bawangmaru helped the Crazy Monk up, and the frightened Crazy Monk said in a low voice: "That...that...that...that...that...that...that...that...that...that's weird."

The Chinese light flashed in the blue wolf's eyes. I didn't expect that the man in black who had just arrived was so strong. There was still one who had not taken action. The other two had already surpassed the Bawangmaru and the Crazy Monk, and the Xuanqi who had a cultivation level with him. It was difficult to deal with it.

The streets that were originally noisy were a little quiet for a moment. The quiet night wind whistled, rolling up the dust on the ground. The green wolf then realized that it was not possible to bully the few people if there were too many people. A group of sheep with high morale could not defeat a fierce and cruel wolf.

The initiative moved sideways and fell into Xuan Qi's hands. Looking at the green wolf on the opposite side, then at the crazy monk who was experiencing fear, and the Bawangmaru who was already retreating, Xuan Qi felt that he could counterattack. Taking this opportunity, he would kill Xuan Xiu from the island country in one go.

"Amitabha" A loud Zen sing turned sharply from the sky, and a different kind of golden light rushed out of the dark night sky. Eighteen golden monks emerged from the night. The copper-headed arhat walking in the front, his eyes turned red little by little, staring at Xuan Qi, and then asked in an unstandard Chinese language: "Is it Xuan Qi?"

What should come is finally here. Although Xuan Qi was prepared in his heart, it was a bit beyond Xuan Qi's expectations when he met a monk from the island country at this time, in this place and in this situation.

Since they could come to the door, they must have known their information. Xuan Qi did not hide and just pointed his head: "I am Xuan Qi, who is yours?"

"My name is Tongtou Arhat, and behind me are my seventeen brothers." After saying that, the Tongtou Arhat began to observe Qinglang again. Judging from their position, they must not be chatting. If they were the opponents, they might not have to wait for the Super Power Conference to be held, and Xuan Qi can be killed here.

Looking at the eighteen Arhats that suddenly appeared, all the golden pieces, you can tell at a glance that it is not easy to mess with. Qinglang comforted the restless Babi, and his eyes flashed with a flash of scrutiny. Before confirming the purpose of these monks, Qinglang planned to slowly draw it.

For a moment, the scene fell into silence again. The three forces intertwined. No one dared to act rashly before they understood the other's intentions. Dozens of monks stood on the quiet street, staring at each other and blew the cold wind together. Such a scene was really hard to see and incredible.

Always staring at you like this is not enough. After a while, the copper-headed Arhat spoke first: "I heard that Xuan Qi's Taoism is profound, and I happened to meet him by chance today. If I don't abandon you, please give me some advice."

When the bronze-headed Arhat said this, a strange color flashed in the green wolf's eyes. Could it be that the new monk and Xuan Qi were in a different way? Waiting to see if they were friends or enemies, they could tell at a glance.

Looking at the enemies around him with ulterior motives, Xuan Qi simply stopped retreating and said directly: "Since the master has such a good mood, I will definitely accompany him to the end." After that, he condensed his energy into a shield and grabbed a spiritual energy bead from the void.

The Xuan Xiu, who knew Xuan Qi's foundation, almost stared out of the box. The extinct thing like a spirit stone is rare. If a cultivator from the island country seeks one, he will regard it as a treasure and stay by his side to wait for the bottleneck to practice before using it. Now this Xuan Xiu of the Huaxia actually uses the spirit stone as a battery to fight with people. It's so luxurious, shameless, and too...

"Okay" The copper-headed arhat's eyes flashed with a strange color. He reached out to take off the monk's robe, naked, and wearing a pair of golden shorts on his lower body. He took a golden brow stick from the hands of the person next to him. The muscles on his body were bulging one by one, and the golden skin actually showed a unique metallic color under the moonlight.

Xuan Qi condensed his energy into a soldier, and the spiritual energy beads on his chest turned into spiritual energy, which were constantly absorbed by Xuan Qi. The old man chattered in Xuan Qi's ear: "Be careful, this copper head is very hard. Although they look very young, they are actually old fairies who have lived for hundreds of years. That golden skin is not for the sake of good looks, and its defense can really reach the level of copper and iron bones."

"The strong ability to resist strikes does not mean that the attack power will be weakened." The old man comforted him with great thoughts: "If it really doesn't work, you can hide first, and keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood..."

Xuan Qi shook his head slightly, the Chinese light of the tiger's eyes trembled, the left sword and the right shield, and the Qi soldier also held a sword flower in his hand. The bronze head on the opposite side danced the Qimei stick in his hand. Neither of them attacked, but looked at the other party bit by bit, waiting to find the other party's flaws.
Chapter completed!