Fan Lao's worries are not unnecessary. They were attacked in the Qilin Realm, which was close to the Cunzhong Realm.
The spirit ship was flying well, but suddenly there was a fluctuation, and many yellow-robed masked men appeared around. In the distance, a spirit ship larger than them appeared.
Oh no, he turned on the concealment formation and waited!
Hu Qing looked at the delicate yellow emblem on the spiritual boat and the orange-yellow female figure standing at the front of the boat.
“Is that Mao Yurou?”
Han Li led everyone to activate the formation to counterattack, and Hu Qing stood on the bow of the ship and asked Fan Lao.
Fan Lao: "That's her. Look at her arrogant look, she will definitely come after you."
Hu Qing was puzzled: "I don't count with her. Have a grudge?”
Fan Lao: "Who knows what is going on in the mind of that kind of person. Your identity and information are no longer secrets."
Hu Qing understands that anyone who arranges to enter the nine sects and nine clans, who can not know her? His name?
"It's a pity that an ambitious woman can't get along with me. Master, go and kill her."
Fan Lao didn't refuse. He had wanted to kill this woman for a long time.
So he flew forward.
Mao Yurou was a little surprised to see Fan Lao, her face gloomy. The news she got didn't say that Fan Lao was there. She couldn't help but secretly resent that the current Cunzhong Realm was turned into an iron barrel by the nine sects and nine clans that suffered heavy casualties. She couldn't put a nail in it at all.
The Demon Realm is useless. Since we have entered the Inch Realm, why not kill all the nine sects and nine tribes? A place as good as Cunzhongjie should be used by her.
Now, she is here to continue eradicating the nine sects and tribes!
Hu Qingke couldn't hear the wild call in her heart. When he saw Fan Lao rushing forward, several people jumped out of the spirit boat to fight with him, while Mao Yurou stared at her without moving an inch. , the malice and greed in his eyes were undisguised.
I can’t help but wonder, what on earth is this woman thinking?
No matter what Mao Yurou has planned, it will not affect her. Hu Qing looked at the hundreds of people attacking his spirit ship, slashing with swords and bombing them. Although they were blocked by the defensive barrier, it was still a waste.
The total number of people on our side is less than eighty. The opponent's base is large and attacks fiercely, and our side's counterattack seems weak.
She smiled, the long bow was fully drawn in her hand, and the ten arrows shot out easily. She only heard the sound of popping into the flesh, followed by muffled sounds. The ten people fell down together, and the yellow robes were filled by the wind, forming a pattern in the air. A delicate flower.
The delicate yellow flower has not fallen far, and the soul-locking chain is silently wrapped around it, tied tightly and recycled.
Hu Qing glanced at each other, kissed each other, and said to his weapon spirits: "Competing with whoever is faster, I won't let you go."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Every sound is ten arrows. Clusters of arrows shot out, swaying with beautiful spiritual light. No matter how the other party avoided or greeted them, those arrows would pierce into their throats or foreheads as if they had eyes.
Shooting these two positions will guarantee death.
Han Li exclaimed: "What a skill with arrows!"
Disciples: "Wow - senior sister is so sassy!"
Hu Qing smiled and said while shooting the arrow: "I'll protect you, just kill them out. No matter how slow you are - I'll kill them all."
When everyone heard this, they were anxious, yelled and killed them all.
Han Li did not go, but he called out his natal weapon: "Qinghou."
The man with black hair tied high was tall and cold, and the faint look he gave Hu Qing made her feel his shyness... What the hell? !
Qinghou grabbed his sword and killed him.
Hu Qing was frightened, and subconsciously fired arrows around him, so Qinghou used his sword to kill in front of a yellow-robed man. The man was facing him, and suddenly an arrow hit his throat. His head tilted, and he was hit by an arrow. A chain was pulled away.
Kissing him and glaring at him: "All dead people are mine, don't snatch them from me." Qinghou: "."
He silently looked back at Hu Qing.
Hu Qing was even more horrified. Why did he feel wronged to himself?
Han Li folded his arms to watch the battle. When he saw this, he explained to her: "Qinghou always wanted to compete with you in the past. Later, when you were not around when he transformed into a human form, he admired you very much."
Hu Qing didn’t feel lucky, but she felt sick: “Qinghou is not familiar with me, right?”
Han Li: "This kid is very shy. He is too embarrassed to go to you without a human form. In fact, he has watched a lot of your short videos."
Hu Qing: ".You worship me, so you have to defeat me?"
Han Li: "Of course, this is the spirit of our martial arts."
Hu Qing didn't want to talk and kept shooting arrows. It's just that this first wave is obviously cannon fodder. They are already in a hurry to deal with the others and have no challenge to their own archery skills.
Seeing that there were too few of them to pose a threat, Hu Qing decisively focused his spiritual power on the three people fighting with Fan Lao.
During the five hundred years of conquering the Nine Nether Demonic Heart Flame, Hu Qing had already become one with Simu. Simu was her brain and the arrows were her fingers. The bow string was loose, and the three arrows split the space and stabbed straight. The slender arrows made a harsh sound, faintly breaking through the space.
The three people fighting with Fan Lao looked at each other in shock. Their eyes followed the arrow and fell greedily on Simu.
Hu Qing smiled, did they think they were relying on the power of longing? Well, she took help.
The arrow pierced their defensive spiritual shield hard, and the shield showed signs of cracks. The huge force from the arrow penetrated their arms, causing pain in their joints.
Good swordsmanship, good bow!
The three of them all stared in Hu Qing's direction with salivation for a moment. Even Fan Lao was waiting behind him. When they were thinking about how to snatch it, they suddenly heard a scream and roar.
He turned his head sharply and looked.
It’s Mao Yurou.
She watched the battle calmly and watched Hu Qing's archery skill indifferently. When Hu Qing shot three arrows, her eyes followed them. Mao Yurou didn't care about the cannon fodder that was shot by Hu Qing before. If a pawn of that level couldn't take it down, it couldn't be a member of the Shuangyang Sect.
But the three people besieging Fan Lao were the three most powerful people around her at the moment. Only by dealing with these three people could she see Hu Qing's true level.
Mao Yurou had some guesses about this Shuangyang Sect's only female disciple and the most respected disciple of the sect master and vowed to catch her.
Just when she stared closely at the three arrows and saw that one bow and three arrows broke the spiritual shields of three people at the same time, and she was surprised and secretly surprised, an invisible and colorless arrow quietly The sound suddenly appeared not far in front of her and came quickly.
Finding that it was too late to escape, Mao Yurou was shocked when the fairy treasure he was carrying sensed danger and automatically activated. A layer of green light floated quickly, completely blocking her body. A huge force hit her, and Mao Yurou groaned. The green light and the transparent arrow in front of her shattered into foam and exploded at the same time.
At the same time, Fan Lao, whose opponent's attention was attracted by Hu Qing, suddenly jumped in front of her and pushed out with a fierce palm. The huge spiritual power and killing intent instantly hit Mao Yurou's body.
Mao Yurou screamed and fell to the ground, golden light floating around her body. Angry and angry, she roared, and a red luan bird flew out of her body and rushed towards Fan Lao fiercely.
Fan Lao was scornful, and with a twist of his palm, a black and red cold flame shot up into the sky and swallowed the luan bird turned into his belly.
The spiritual fire was swallowed, and Mao Yurou vomited a mouthful of blood. Unwilling to accept it, she could only order: "Retreat!"
Fan Lao: "Kill!" (End of this chapter)
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