My brother is too strong.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan were stopped again.

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

Their expressions were full of indifference. The standard black armor depicted a ferocious beast that looked like a tiger or a wolf, roaring with its mouth open, ferocious and terrifying. They were tall, at least two and a half meters tall, and sturdy and tall. Even the black armor could not cover their sturdy and strong bodies.

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

Elite warriors who had fought hundreds of battles, real killing machines.

Only those who had killed countless people could have such a terrifying evil spirit.

These black-armored monks were even more terrifying than those they had seen in Dongzhou before.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan looked solemn. They were very sensitive. They knew at first sight that they were not good people and were not easy to mess with.

Lu Shaoqing was so angry that he was about to go crazy, "Damn Holy Lord, did I stab you in the ass?"

Of course, Lu Shaoqing lowered his voice when he said the words "Damn Holy Lord" and didn't dare to shout loudly.

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

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

They were able to slaughter enemies several times their number when they formed a formation.

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

He was able to successfully injure the black-armored monks by sneaking an attack when they were exhausted and relaxed their vigilance.

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

The black-armored monks are regular troops trained by the Holy Land, and they are trained in the military model.

They rarely fight alone, and they are better at forming a formation to meet the enemy.

When they form a formation, they can often exert more powerful strength and can deal with enemies with higher realms and stronger strengths.

They usually operate in squads, squadrons, and battalions.

A squad consists of ten people, a squad consists of thirty people, and a battalion consists of more than fifty people.

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

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

Now in front of Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan is a battalion of Zijia Holy Guards.

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 shouted at them, "Hey, good dogs don't block the road, can you give way?"

The murderous aura surged in an instant.

Although the Zijia Holy Guards didn't speak, they were not cold and thoughtless puppets.

Ji Yan took the initiative to attack, and the Wuqiu Sword stabbed out lightly.

It seemed ordinary, but the moment it was thrust out, it turned into a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun, and fiercely chopped down at the Zijia Holy Guard.

The Zijia Holy Guard faced Ji Yan's attack without any change in his expression.

Everyone had already stood in formation, facing the sword that was like the sky falling.

Everyone's breathing frequency and breath fluctuations were consistent, and it instantly gave people the feeling that fifty people merged into one person.

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

Finally, there was a violent explosion, and countless energies were released, resisting Ji Yan's sword.

Lu Shaoqing frowned, the attack of fifty people added up, the power was very strong.

After comparing it in his mind, he whispered, "The counterfeit Yuanying of the Cui family is here, and I have to cry and go back to find my brother when facing them."

This was the first time Ji Yan met the Zijia Holy Guard. The opponents were all in the Jindan stage, but they were able to resist his attack in the middle stage of the Yuanying when they joined forces.

Although the previous sword strike was more of a test and not full strength.

But it was enough to show the horror of the team of Zijia Holy Guards in front of him.

Ji Yan immediately became excited and drew his sword again.

Xiaoyao Sword Technique!

The sword intent in the sky was like a breeze blowing, and the strong sword light was like the sun covering the earth.

A huge long sword fell from the sky again, and this sword was sharper than the previous one.

As the sword fell, countless holes appeared on the ground in an instant, and countless sword intent fell like raindrops, splashing countless dust.

The ground trembled with a rumbling sound, and the powerful power made the world tremble.

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

Everyone was in unison and slashed with a knife.

Their spiritual power gathered into a huge sky knife, shining with cold light, rushing up against the tide.

"Bang!"

The swords collided fiercely.

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

The same was true for the Zijia Holy Guards. They maintained their formation unchanged, standing like statues in their original positions.ground.

Lu Shaoqing, who had been staring at the Zijia Holy Guard, became sharp.

Facing the incoming force, they also shared it equally.

The force that could destroy a mountain fell, but they were able to decompose it and distribute it to everyone.

Just like the water of a big river flowing into countless rivers in an instant, the powerful force that fell on everyone could only make a small force in the end, which could not cause any harm to them.

Gather the power of everyone to deal with the enemy and decompose the enemy's powerful force.

Zijia Holy Guard, it is indeed worthy of its reputation.

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

This person stood in the center of the team. If Lu Shaoqing guessed correctly, he was the captain of this team.

He commanded and operated this team, and he was the core of this team.

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

Nakedly ignoring Lu Shaoqing, their target was still Ji Yan in the sky.

The entire Holy Land took Ji Yan's performance seriously. In their view, Ji Yan was the biggest threat.

"Oh, I was ignored. Forget it, I won't argue with him. I am the most generous person."

Lu Shaoqing said this, but he took out the Mojun Sword in his hand.

The Zijia Holy Guards began to move. Everyone ran. Even when they ran, they were like a whole. They still maintained a complete formation despite the bumpy and countless obstacles.

They flowed on the ground like a black torrent.

All of them who were running and shuttling on the ground raised their hands and attacked Ji Yan again.

The spiritual power of fifty people gathered to form a powerful beam of light, which blasted out and rushed towards Ji Yan with amazing momentum.

At the same time, Lu Shaoqing was like a hunter who caught an opportunity and took action instantly...