Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Ji Yihu laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Wei Zhuang, none of the people I, Ji Yihu wants to kill are still alive."

"I, Ji Yihu, have never been unable to get what I want."

"The quicksand will be shattered in my hands, and it all starts with you."

"I'll kill you first, and then plunder Li Changqing's beloved woman, hahaha..."

Wei Zhuang's eyes were cold and fierce, and he swung his sword one after another, one after another, the sword energy raged horizontally and horizontally. Short spears and short spears came from all sides, but they were all smashed by his sword energy.

But with such a high-intensity counterattack, he must not last long.

The three of Mo Ya couldn't hold on anymore, and the life-saving secret technique Mo Ya launched was about to be exhausted, and short spears kept piercing through the group of black crows, killing them in front of them.

Bai Feng jumped three feet vertically, avoiding the short spear under his feet.

At a certain moment, a spear came and brushed against Bai Feng's waist, bringing up a stream of blood, and then continued to gallop, precisely locking onto the side face of Mo Crow.

Bai Feng's complexion changed, his body turned around, he reached out with his left hand, and instantly grabbed the short spear. His left hand creaked with all his strength, and his strength was exhausted.

"call-"

Bai Feng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he successfully intercepted it.

The short spear landed on the side of Mo Crow's face, only one centimeter away from the cheek. Once this blow hits, it can penetrate Mo Crow's face in an instant, and it can kill Mo Crow in an instant.

The Mo Crow smiled lightly, and he didn't feel lucky to survive the catastrophe, and he didn't feel the lingering fear of passing by the god of death. He just smiled lightly and said, "Boy, your speed has improved."

It seems that Mo Ya cares more about Bai Feng's growth than his own life and death.

Bai Feng turned around, threw the short spear out, clanging and shaking the spears flying, and said arrogantly: "It seems that this time, it's your turn to owe me."

Afterwards, Mo Ya, Bai Feng, and Liu Feng raised their heads at the same time, looked at the red figure flying towards them, and said with a long sigh, "It's finally here."

Ji Yihu also saw the light of the fire and the beautiful figure in the light of the fire, and smiled coldly with his eyes: "Heh, another one is here to die."

The next moment, a gust of wind swept across, and a strong man with a height of eight feet, a muscular body, and a huge iron sword rushed towards him, flying sand and stones along the way.

Looking at the scene a hundred steps away, Ji Yihu said with a gloomy expression, "Lei Kuang, another nine-rank martial arts."

Yemu was no stranger to Lei Kuang's information, and Ji Wuye and his son were no strangers either.

Ji Yihu taunted: "Wei Zhuang, are these two people behind you quicksand? Haha, you underestimate the black-armored team too much."

The corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth twitched: "Your stupidity is astonishing. Since you are the second player, how can you only have this kind of preparation."

Ji Yihu looked furious, and was about to say something.

However, in the next second, hundreds of people appeared at the same time and rushed out at the same time.

"kill!"

Hundreds of people, all elite disciples of Kuangfengmen and Qijuetang, each of them is a warrior, more than a hundred people in the third rank, and more than ten people in the seventh rank and above.

Hundreds of disciples turned into a torrent of steel and followed behind Lei Kuang.

From a distance of a hundred steps, with seven or eight breaths coming, Lei Kuang turned into a gust of wind, a raging wave, and a thunderbolt.

Lei Kuang turned into a berserk warrior, jumped three feet, flew ten meters across the sky, and swiped wildly with both hands holding up a few kilograms of fine iron epee, readying a blow, which was earth-shattering.

"Falling leaves in the wind."

Boom!
The huge sword smashed down, the thick sword energy bloomed, and the violent force roared, directly smashing into the back of the black-armored force, knocking more than ten people into the air, and opening a gap.

Hundreds of disciples shouted together: "Kill!"

The elders of Kuangfengmen, Lei Kuang's peers, and the elders of Lei Kuang's master's generation also took action. These people are at the seventh and eighth ranks of martial arts.

More than a dozen martial arts masters of the seventh rank or above were the vanguard, leading hundreds of elite disciples, turning into a sharp spear, piercing the enemy's heart.

For a moment, the black-armored powerhouse turned their backs on their backs, and lost nearly a hundred people in just ten breaths.

"Enemy attack, defense, defense."

"Diversion, defense."

"The third school, the fourth school, and the fifth school... Divide 500 people to resist the enemy's attack."

A commander of the Black Armored Army had experienced hundreds of battles and often practiced battle formations. He immediately issued an order to divert some of the Black Armored Forces to block the attack.

It's a pity that the hundreds of elite disciples led by Lei Kuang are themselves a fighting force no weaker than two thousand black-armored troops, and they are uniformly equipped with throwing spears.

"throw!"

"throw!"

"throw!"

Three-stage throwing, the spears flew out one after another, taking the lead, and killing the black-armored force, they couldn't catch it, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

Lei Kuang holds giant swords in both hands, and with a wave of the huge black sword, his whole body spins and spins, swiping the sword storm sword energy into the black-armored force in a spinning posture.

Huge power, strong hurricane, and thick sword energy erupted, and the black-armored powerful troops flew upside down wherever they passed.

Ji Yihu's complexion changed drastically, he shook his head violently, and said in a daze, "No, it's impossible, it's impossible."

"How could you make such a careful plan in advance, impossible."

At first, Ji Yihu thought that Wei Zhuang was on the third floor, while he was on the fifth floor.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng rebelled, the birds were destroyed, and Liu Feng hid in the birds.Ji Yihu also thought that Wei Zhuang and others had reached the sixth floor, while he, who was in charge of the black-armored force, had risen to the ninth floor.

But now, Ji Yihu felt fear, a great fear in his heart, as if he was in the dark night wearing a green shirt, and stared at him mercilessly with a pair of deep and cold eyes.

Those eyes were cold, indifferent, and disdainful, as if Ji Yihu was not worth his shot at all.

"Li Changqing, Li Changqing..."

Ji Yihu looked terrified. He raised his head and saw the black-armored army fell one after another. They were killed by spears three or four hundred in just twenty breaths, and the remaining combat strength was as good as 1000.

At the same time, Wei Zhuang, Mo Ya, Bai Feng, Liu Feng and others also started to fight back.

On the other side, a fiery red figure descended from the sky, with a red gown and red armor inlaid with elbows, knees, and waist.

Yan Lingji descended from the sky, with a graceful body, slender jade legs, wildly dancing black hair, a flame rune flashed between her brows, pinched the magic formula, and shouted coquettishly: "Vulcan is angry!"

Boom!

Yan Lingji turned into a Vulcan, and summoned a crimson phantom one and a half feet high, soaring down from the sky, a huge wave of air, raging fire, and the explosion was not weaker than the peak of the ninth rank.

bang bang bang...

The flames and blasts were rampant, and the black-armored forces flew backwards one by one.

The scorching heat is very domineering, the flames infiltrate the spears, and the spearheads 'dangdangdang' break, the fires infect the iron shields, and the iron shields turn into red iron blocks.

The black-armored army was terrified and retreated again and again, throwing away the shield in their left hand because it was extremely hot.

Yan Lingji is like a goddess of fire, with a graceful figure and a brown flame rune, and the mysterious runes flickering between her brows.

Yan Lingji's eyes were cold, her murderous aura was sharp, and her voice was as sharp as a knife. At this moment, she no longer followed Li Changqing's tenderness and tenderness, but turned into a poisonous fire that devoured life.

The raging flames burned and burned everything. The flames built a high wall, and the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the night sky, illuminating a radius of hundreds of meters. The ring-shaped high wall of flames cut off the black armor's retreat.

Yan Lingji's beautiful face was cold, and her tone was even colder. She looked directly at Ji Yihu and said calmly, "He said, let me kill you."