My brother is too strong

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan were stopped again.

This time they were intercepted by a group of fully armed monks wearing black helmets and armor.

Their expressions are full of indifference. On the standard black armor is a ferocious beast that looks like a tiger or a wolf. It roars with its mouth open. Hold their sturdy and strong bodies.

There is a faint black mist lingering around them, which is their materialized evil spirit.

The elite of hundreds of battles, the real killing machine.

Only by killing countless people can there be such a terrifying evil spirit.

These black-armored monks are a little more terrifying than the ones I saw in Dongzhou before.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan looked dignified, and their perceptions were very keen. The first time they saw them, they knew that they were definitely not good people, and they were not to be trifled with.

Lu Shaoqing was going crazy with anger, "Damn Holy Master, did I stab your ass?"

Of course, Lu Shaoqing kept his voice down and didn't dare to yell loudly with the word "Holy Lord".

Lu Shaoqing looked at the group of indifferent black-armored monks in front of him, and kept greeting the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Holy Lord in his heart.

He had seen the power of black-armored monks in Dongzhou.

In formation, they are fully capable of slaughtering enemies several times their own.

Those casual cultivators in Yanzhou were killed and cried for their father and mother.

It was only when the Black Armored Friars were exhausted and their vigilance was let down that he made a sneak attack and successfully wounded them.

After coming to Hanxing, he asked Yu Ling and Tan Ling, and learned more about the black-armored monk.

Black-armored monks are a regular army trained by the Holy Land, and they are trained in the army mode.

They seldom fight alone, they are better at fighting the enemy in formation.

They are often able to display stronger strength when they are in formation, and can deal with enemies with higher realms and stronger strength.

They are usually divided into squadrons, squadrons, and group operations.

There are ten people in the small team, 30 people in the squadron, and more than 50 people in the brigade.

The Holy Land also selected elites from the black-armored monks, and these elites were called Zijia Holy Guards.

Tan Ling said that the most elite Zijia Saint Guard had killed an enemy at the third level of the Nascent Soul Stage with the power of a squadron.

Appearing in front of Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan right now is a brigade of Zijia Sheng.

They may not be able to kill Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan, but they are enough to hold them back for a while.

Lu Shaoqing yelled at them, "Hey, good dogs don't get in the way, can you give way?"

The killing intent soared in an instant.

Although the Zijia Shengwei did not speak, they were not cold, thoughtless puppets.

Ji Yan took the initiative to strike, Wuqiu sword stabbed out shallowly.

It seemed ordinary, but at the moment of stabbing, it turned into a huge sword that held up to the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and slammed down fiercely towards Zijia Shengwei.

Faced with Ji Yan's attack, Zijia Shengwei's expression remained unchanged.

Everyone had already stood up and came to the formation, facing a sword that was like the sky falling.

Everyone's breathing rate and breath fluctuations are the same, giving people the feeling that fifty people have merged into one in an instant.

Lu Shaoqing watched coldly from the side, watching the spiritual power of fifty people gather, and finally turned into a huge energy ball soaring into the sky.

In the end, a violent explosion occurred, and countless energies were released, resisting Ji Yan's sword.

Lu Shaoqing frowned, the combined attacks of fifty people were very powerful.

After comparing them in my heart, I said in a low voice, "The parallel importer Yuanying from the Cui family is here, facing them, I have to cry and go back to find my brother."

Ji Yan met Zijia Shengwei for the first time, and the opponents were all at the alchemy stage, but they were able to withstand the attack of him, a middle-stage Nascent Soul, with their joint efforts.

Although the sword just now was more of a test, and he didn't try his best.

But it is enough to explain the horror of this team of Zijia Saint Guards in front of them.

Ji Yan immediately became excited and drew his sword again.

Freedom Sword Art!

The sword intent all over the sky was like a breeze blowing, and the strong sword light shrouded the earth like the sun.

A huge long sword descended from the sky again. Compared with the one just now, this sword was sharper and sharper.

When the sword fell, countless holes appeared in the ground instantly, and countless sword intents fell like raindrops, splashing countless dust.

The ground trembled and made a loud rumbling noise, and the powerful force made the world tremble.

The Zijia Saint Guards felt the threat of death, they all shouted loudly, the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands lit up again.

Everyone is neat and uniform, and they are chopped out with one knife.

Their spiritual power gathered into a huge sky knife, and it charged forward with a cold light.

"Oh!"

The swords intersected and collided fiercely.

The attacks from both sides erupted with a powerful impact. Facing the shock wave, Ji Yan remained motionless, like a breeze blowing on his face.

The same is true for Zijia Shengwei. They kept their formation unchanged, standing in place like statues.

Lu Shaoqing, who had been staring closely at Zijia Shengwei, became sharper.

Facing the incoming force, they also shared it equally.

The power that can destroy a mountain falls, but they can break it down and distribute it to everyone.

Just like the water of a big river flows into countless rivers in an instant, a powerful force falls on everyone, and in the end only a small force can cause them no harm.

Gather the power of all people to deal with the enemy and disintegrate the powerful power of the enemy.

Zijia Shengwei really deserved his reputation.

After Lu Shaoqing observed, his eyes fell on a tall figure.

This person is standing in the middle of the team. If Lu Shaoqing's guess is correct, he is the captain of the team.

He commands and runs the team, and he is the core of the team.

Sensing Lu Shaoqing's gaze, the captain turned his gaze, glanced at Lu Shaoqing, and then turned back expressionlessly.

Blatantly ignoring Lu Shaoqing, their goal is still the plan above the sky.

The performance of Ji Yan was regarded by the entire Holy Land. In their view, Ji Yan was the biggest threat.

"Oh, I was ignored. Forget it, I am the most magnanimous person if I don't have the same knowledge as him."

As Lu Shaoqing said this, he took out Mo Jun's sword in his hand.

Zijia Shengwei began to move, everyone ran, even if they ran, they were like a whole, rugged and numerous obstacles, they still maintained a complete formation.

They flowed on the ground like a black torrent.

All of them running across the ground raised their hands and attacked Ji Yan again.

The spiritual energies of fifty people converged to form a powerful beam of light, which blasted out towards Ji Yan with astonishing momentum.

At the same time, Lu Shaoqing was like a hunter who caught an opportunity, and shot immediately