How can pure physical strength be tyrannical?

Jia Qing's expression changed drastically, and he thought of the Qingzhou general, Wei Zhengxian.

This great general who joined the army at the age of ten, it is said that at the beginning of his transformation, he had the strength of four elephants and could wrestle with four elephants with one arm.

This man's strength is no less than that of Si Xiang!

"ah!"

The hair is dancing wildly, and the blood is vigorous.

Backing away again and again, Jia Qing roared loudly, and the raging sound waves rolled back and forth in the night, like large invisible ripples.

Those who were closer felt their eardrums tingling, while those who were further away were also surprised.

"Second leader!"

There are fierce bandits roaring to kill, but they are not afraid of death.

Tsk~

However, as soon as the sword fell, seven or eight heads flew into the sky, and the bloody atmosphere suddenly became intense.

"ah!"

Just by retreating, several brothers were killed by the sword. Jia Qing was shocked and angry, but the blade was too strong. Although he was extremely angry, he still retreated a few steps.

roar:

"The idea is to stick to your hands and shoulder to shoulder! Once he draws his bow, no one can escape!"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Yu Changjing and other sect masters.

The pronunciation is like thunder and can be heard from miles away.

Although Yu Changjing and others retreated a lot, they naturally heard these words and knew in their hearts that he was telling the truth.

In terms of its terrifying archery skills, once it draws an arrow, almost no one can dodge it, and it can walk on arrows.

No one thought they could escape.

But the group of people didn't even look at each other to discuss. They all retreated in unison, bursting with speed and escaping into the night in all directions.

Side by side?

Escape may not mean there is no chance of survival, but if you step forward, there will definitely be death!

Jia Qing's martial arts skills were still superior to theirs. His inner energy exploded and his blood was gushing out. Even if he was forced to retreat with a sword, how could they get close to him?

Only a group of fierce bandits from Changliu Mountain roared and killed them after hearing the news.

Zhengzhengzheng~

There is a forest of knives, accompanied by long swords and spears.

The tough bandits who can follow Jia Qing here are naturally good players, and there are many elites who have passed the second level. Under normal circumstances, one person is worth a hundred people.

But at this time, it seemed to be overshadowed.

When Chang Jing and the others were escaping, they didn't forget to look back, only to see blood and heads rolling into the sky. Before one of them fell to the ground, there were several rising into the sky.

Looking from a distance, I felt that the evil spirit was coming, and I felt cold all over my body. Where could I dare to go up?

"Rat! Untrustworthy sect rat!"

Seeing the sect members fleeing and many brothers being killed, Jia Qing's eyes were about to burst. He gritted his teeth and crushed the secret medicine hidden in his teeth.

Let out a roar:

"kill!!!"

As soon as Jia Qing stepped forward, his whole body erupted with blood-like red light, and his originally thin body swelled up as if he was blowing air.

You can even see the protruding veins under its skin.

While dancing wildly with wild hair, a sword is about to strike out again.

However, in the next moment, a round of sword light came as quickly as a crescent moon.

laugh!

The sword flashed around his neck, and Sen Han's sharp edge remained unabated, cutting away several fierce bandits who were charging towards him.

“Ho ho…”

The long sword in Jia Qing's hand fell to the ground, his hands were holding his throat, his eyes were scarlet, like a ghost:

"The lackey will die a good death..."

Blood spurts out.

This scene is truly spectacular.

A warrior who has changed his blood twelve times, even in his twilight years, will still have a hundred times more vitality than an ordinary person. When he is angry, his blood will boil even more than normal.

At this moment, the viscous blood rushed out, just like a waterfall flowing backwards, with countless pictures rushing up and falling down.

It was like a bloody rain fell from the sky!

"Ha~"

Faintly scanning the headless body, Yang Yu returned the sword to its sheath, raised his long bow, and shook his head slightly:
Chapter completed!