Da Bong fights more people

"amnesty!"

Boom!

The sky was filled with dark clouds, thunder was loud, and a dazzling lightning bolt suddenly fell from the surging black clouds.

The speed of the lightning was too fast, and the air was not the martial artist's home field. This time, the man in black robe didn't dodge and was hit in the head.

Zizi!

The lightning was blocked by the invisible gas shield, and the fine arcs traveled on the surface of the gas shield.

He defied a lightning strike with his inflator.

Zhao Jin's complexion changed drastically. Such a violent lightning strike could not stop the black-robed man. Given the distance between the two sides, the next moment the black-robed man would approach them.

Li Miaozhen frowned, since she had no choice, she could only fight to the death.With the strength of himself and Xu Qi'an, maybe he has the strength to kill this fourth-rank peak expert.

At this moment, she heard Xu Qi'an say: "Keep flying!"

Without hesitation, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​a death fight on the ground, and rushed up with the flying sword.

But at this time, the man in black robe was just a few feet away, and he had already charged up, ready to pounce on him at any moment.

laugh!

Xu Qi'an burned a page of paper with shaking hands, blocked the burning of the paper with his body, and said loudly: "God has the virtue of good life, don't kill!"

The man in black robe froze abruptly as he was about to pounce, his sharp pupils softened, his will to fight dissipated, and the urge to repent arose in his heart.

Confess that I chased and killed the three people in front of me, and regret the murders I have committed before.

This process only took half a second, and the strong will of the warrior dispelled the influence.

It was too late, the uncontrolled arrow fell, and he only saw the black shadows of Li Miaozhen and the three of them, getting farther and farther away, and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

"Fomen?"

The man in black murmured in anger and helplessness.

Li Miaozhen flew above the sea of ​​clouds for a quarter of an hour, then turned around and flew for another quarter of an hour, and finally sank on her toes, leading the two of them through the sea of ​​clouds and back to the world.

"The one just now was the spy of King Zhenbei?" She said via voice transmission.

"Tianzi-level spy." Zhao Jin responded via voice transmission: "Anyone with this level of cultivation is definitely a Tianzi-level spy. Xu Yinluo is right, we are indeed being followed."

He showed emotion and admiration: "Fortunately, there are two of them here, otherwise Zhao would have died."

Seeing how powerful Feiyan and Xu Yinluo are, he became more confident in his next move.

As long as the two of them are willing to help each other, they will be able to pass the matter back to the capital, and the imperial court will punish the King of the North.

Half an hour later, according to Zhao Jin's guidance, Li Miaozhen landed outside a valley. As soon as he landed, Xu Qi'an felt hostile eyes locking on him.

This is the intuition of a martial artist in the God Realm, able to capture the hostile sights and thoughts around him.

There was no feedback of the attack, which meant that the other party had no intention of making a move for the time being. Xu Qi'an turned his head calmly and glanced at Zhao Jin.

The latter nodded slightly, took a few steps forward, and imitated Ye Xiao's cry.

A few seconds later, the same cry came from the valley, and the frequency of the two was the same.

After a while, a tall and burly figure came out of the dense forest in the valley, with a long knife at the waist and hips, and a hard bow with horns on his back, which is the standard equipment of a typical northern warrior.

"Brother Zhao, you are finally back."

The person who came was a bearded man, seven feet tall, full of muscles and holding up his clothes, with a rough appearance and a strong appearance of a northerner.

He stood in the distance without approaching, looking at Xu Qi'an and Li Miaozhen: "Who are they?"

Zhao Jin explained: "This is Li Miaozhen, the heroine of Feiyan, and also the saint of Tianzong. As for this, hehe, he is the famous Yinluo Xu Qi'an.

"Two, he is my sworn brother, Li Han, a sixth-rank warrior."

The burly man with an ox horn bow was quite cautious, looking at the two of them: "How do you prove your identity?"

Li Miaozhen slapped the sachet, strands of green smoke curled up and floated in mid-air, with ghostly cries.

"The method of controlling ghosts, other than the Sorcerer's Sect, is the Taoism." The burly man with the horn bow immediately looked at Xu Qi'an, clasped his fists and said:

"I'm waiting to avoid arrest, so I must be cautious. I hope Xiongtai understands how you can prove that you are Xu Yinluo."

Xu Qi'an didn't speak, took out the waist badge that symbolized his identity, threw it over, and said: "Give this to Zheng Xinghuai, he will naturally know my identity."

Everyman in the world may not know the badge of a warden, but Zheng Xinghuai, who is the chief envoy of Yizhou, is definitely no stranger.

The burly man took the badge, pondered for a moment, and said, "You two wait a moment."

He immediately strode into the valley, and about a quarter of an hour later, Xu Qi'an saw the light of the torch and was moving towards him.

A group of people greeted him, the leader was a pale old man in his early fifties with a goatee beard, the first impression he gave was that he was rigid and majestic, with the unsmiling temperament of a superior.

This person was followed by six people from the world, one of them gave Xu Qi'an a great sense of threat. He was tall and thin, with thick bags under his eyes, as if he had been hollowed out by excessive indulgence.

Among the remaining five, Zhao Jin's sworn brother Li Han, and three men and one woman.

When Xu Qi'an was looking at everyone, the other party was also looking at him and Li Miaozhen. For this young man who tilted his head and squinted at others, everyone felt a little arrogant.

The old man Qing Huang stared at Xu Qi'an, bowed and said, "But Xu Yinluo?"

"Exactly!"

Xu Qi'an nodded, held his cheeks with his palms, rubbed them gently, and recovered his true face.

"It's really Xu Yinluo." Li Han laughed in surprise.

The people present seemed to have seen Xu Qi'an's portrait, and they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to themselves, as expected of Xu Yinluo, no wonder they tilted their necks and squinted at people, this unbridled arrogance was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"I am Zheng Xinghuai, the chief minister of Chuzhou." The old man Qinghuang bowed and said, "This is not a place to talk, please come inside."

Xu Qi'an and Li Miaozhen followed them into the valley. There was a natural cave in the valley, which was spacious and deep, leading directly to the mountainside.

Zhao Jin moved the branches at the entrance of the cave and made a simple disguise.

A bonfire was burning in the cave, and a simple "bed" was laid out with dry grass, and many bones were scattered on the ground.In addition, there are iron pots and rice grain reserves here.

After escaping from the city, Xu Qi'an hid in a deep mountain, swept through the cave, and sat down by the campfire under Zheng Xinghuai's gesture.

"They are all guests of my house. There were more than 20 people when we escaped, but now there are only six of them." Zheng Xinghuai introduced.