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"Then let's find an opportunity to remove the shield and fight this group of people." Tang Qianqian gritted her teeth and said decisively.

This game, no matter how you look at it, is a dead end.

However, Tang Qianqian thought of the flying knife that suddenly appeared when she was about to be stabbed to death by a middle-level third-grade master with a gun...

She is the think tank of the Tang Sect, and she has a lot of wisdom. At that time, she guessed that there was a member of her own in this group of powerful enemies.

Although she didn't know who this member of her own was, how high his realm was, and why he wanted to help the Tang Sect?

But now there is no time for her.

The Tang Sect has reached a life-and-death moment, and she can only put a glimmer of hope that the three thousand people of the Tang Sect can survive on that unknown "member of her own".

"Hope, don't let me down."

Tang Qianqian sighed in her heart.

Xiao Ping'an didn't know that he had become the only hope of the beautiful aunt, Tang Qianqian.

At this moment, he looked at the thirteen middle-level third-grade masters, watching the shield released by the five envoys being smashed by them fiercely.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

The defense skills of the five envoys of the Tang Sect are too strong. It's almost like a turtle shell.

This shield, which looks like half an eggshell, looks like only a thin layer.

Unexpectedly.

It's been so long.

It hasn't broken under the bombardment of so many middle-level third-grade masters.

However.

He saw it.

Even if it hasn't broken yet, it should break soon.

After all, he is not blind, and because he is a Confucian cultivator, his soul perception is terribly strong, and he instantly sensed... In addition to the light of the shield, which looks increasingly faint, in his perception, the aura of the five envoys in the shield is getting weaker and weaker.

"They are almost there, they can't hold on."

Xiao Ping'an murmured in his heart.

On the surface, he looked at the battlefield nervously like everyone else, clenched his fists, and cheered for the poisonous hand medicine king and other middle-level third-grade masters.

In fact, his brain was already spinning rapidly.

All kinds of strange ideas were brewing in his mind, thinking about what he should do to solve the crisis of the Tang Sect today.

Slowly...

Xiao Ping'an frowned his two handsome sword eyebrows.

Seriously.

Judging from the current situation, if he doesn't take action, the Tang Sect will be destroyed!

However, if he takes action, how to take action, how to take action? It is also a problem. Don't let the time pass, not to save the people, but to get himself and the ninth sister Xiao Rong involved. If that happens, the fun will be great.

Bang.

On the top of the cliff, under the continuous attack of the middle-level third-grade masters led by the poisonous hand medicine king, the dazzling shield condensed by the five envoys of the Tang Sect finally broke.

Snap.

It turned into starlight and disappeared into nothingness.

"Go out."

Tang Qianqian shouted and flew out.

"Kill."

The other five envoys followed suit and rushed towards the thirteen masters.

As the saying goes, the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer.

Tang Qianqian and the five envoys planned to attack first.

However, none of the six masters of the Tang Sect were willing to trouble the Poison Hand Medicine King.

"Finally dare to give it a try?"

The Poison Hand Medicine King smiled and walked towards Tang Qianqian with big strides.

Seeing the Poison Hand Medicine King coming towards him.

Tang Qianqian's face turned cold, and without hesitation, she put two fingers on her mouth and blew a loud whistle.

This whistle seemed to be a switch, and the strange-shaped chariot quickly flew towards Tang Qianqian.

The speed was amazing.

Tang Qianqian jumped accurately and stood on the chariot with a nimble figure.

The Poison Hand Medicine King was amazed: "The Tang Sect's mechanical skills are really not simple!"

...

The sky was full of blazing sun.

The Poison Hand Medicine King and Tang Qianqian fought together.

A black divine light appeared on the Poison Hand Medicine King.

The chariot under Tang Qianqian's feet stretched out dozens of hands, each holding a weapon, and bombarded the Poison Hand Medicine King.

Bang bang bang.

Boom boom boom boom.

"As expected of the Thousand Hands Rakshasa, although you borrowed external forces, it is remarkable that you can resist so many of my moves."

The Poison Hand Medicine King said lightly in the black light.

For him, it was only a matter of time to take down Tang Qianqian. At this moment, he was least afraid of wasting time.

After all, they were now on the side that had the upper hand.

When the other five envoys are defeated, even if Tang Qianqian's mechanical skills are powerful, they will be useless.

At this moment.

Poisonous Hand PotionWang did not use his full strength to deal with Tang Qianqian.

It is not that he has a heart of sympathy for women and does not want to do something cruel.

In fact, at his level, women are just skeletons to him. No matter how beautiful a woman is, he will not care.

In his life, he only cares about two women, one is his dead wife.

The second is his daughter.

The reason why he did not use his ultimate move.

It is just because he wants to save his energy to deal with Tang Dingtian.

So.

For the current battle, he did not use much strength, and planned to wait for other masters to deal with the five envoys of Tang Sect.

For a while, the battle between the two fell into a stalemate, and it seemed that no one could do anything to the other.

...

Poison Hand Medicine King dealt with Tang Qianqian alone.

The other twelve masters, on the other hand, collided fiercely with the five envoys of Tang Sect.

"Go to hell."

As the black clouds surged, a brilliant green light suddenly shone from the body of the wood envoy, like raindrops, rushing towards the master on the opposite side.

This was a big man in green clothes. He was tall and had a fierce face. You could tell at a glance that he was a tough guy. The spear in the big man's hand was like a white dragon, dancing impenetrably.

Like a snake or a dragon.

Very flexible.

Sweeping the world.

Shocking the four directions.

Each of his spears carried the power of thunder.

If it weren't for the strong resistance of the wood envoy, I'm afraid he would have been broken by a spear.

"Humph, a mere little poison, you want to deal with me."

The spear master looked at the green poison mist attacking him and sneered disdainfully. Then, he swept the spear in his hand, and suddenly, this piece of terrifying and weird green light was rolled to another direction.

After clearing the poison mist cast by the wood envoy,

"The gun comes out like a dragon."

The green-clothed man shouted loudly, and his body moved as fast as if he turned into a flash of lightning.

The divine light flew.

A bang.

A gun stabbed heavily.

A puff.

The gun directly pierced the chest of the wood envoy. The hot blood slowly flowed down from the wood envoy's body.

After the gun hit.

The green-clothed man not only did not have the slightest joy, but his face showed astonishment.

Because with the wood envoy's strange wood escape technique, it should not be so easy for him to be hit.