Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

As soon as the "Silver Wing Finger" was hit, the sand and rocks on the ground immediately rolled up, covering their sight.

They didn't have a good way, so they immediately kicked back several steps, and finally stopped their sliding backwards three feet away from the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

Smiling Tiger waved his sleeves to disperse the dust around him, half kneeled on the ground, and said with difficulty: "Who is the expert?"

Yao Qi didn't have the time to explain anything to him. Now he only has 10 minutes to deal with them. Although he really wanted to get Mr. System out and beat him up, he still decided to take it easy and wait until 10 minutes I'll talk about it later.

He didn't say a word, but the movements in his hands didn't stop, and his feet quickly came to the smiling tiger's side as if the accelerator had been added, and he hit the "Silver Wing Finger" at him, and the green light glowed on the finger, straight Straight into the forehead of the smiling tiger.

Smiling Tiger had an unbelievable expression on his face, and let out a faint whimper from the depths of his throat, before falling straight on the ground with his eyes wide open.

The other six monks were all terrified, and looked at the man in white with vigilance.

In less than half a breath, they couldn't even see what the man had done, so they watched the smiling tiger fall to the ground in front of them, with blood gurgling from his forehead, in a horrific death.

And that man suddenly appeared in front of the smiling tiger like a ghost, his cold and aloof eyes suddenly looked in their direction.

This glance almost made the breathing of the six monks stagnate, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be stagnant, like an ice cellar.

They were about to take out their magic weapon when they saw the man in white suddenly disappear from their field of vision.

They were startled, and immediately stared back to back at the plants and trees in front of them, sensing the real energy around them.

However, the breath was messy, and all kinds of true energy were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which was which.

A treacherous atmosphere filled their hearts, drops of sweat were already dripping from their foreheads, and the corpse of the smiling tiger not far away lay motionless on the ground, all of which showed the current battle situation.

"Up there!" Suddenly one of the six monks shouted.

His voice was trembling. Obviously, he couldn't explain why the man who was standing next to the smiling tiger's corpse in just a blink of an eye suddenly disappeared and came to the top of their heads in the next moment!

The crowd immediately dispersed in a hurry, but it was already too late, the overwhelming violent palm wind in Yao Qi's hand had already invaded them, rushing them to the ground, forcibly suppressing their bodies, forcing them to half kneel ground.

And their true qi was consumed by more than half in an instant.

"Yuanying strong?!" Cultivator Han Yi finally guessed the real cultivation level of the man in white, and shouted.

This sentence almost made everyone present raise their hearts.

You know, Nascent Soul monks are not very common, at least in their Hurricane Town, the only one who has reached the Nascent Soul is their suzerain.

Because of this, their Blood Martial Alliance was able to remain invincible for many years, all thanks to the cultivation of their suzerain.Moreover, their suzerain has just stepped into the Nascent Soul stage, if the man in front of him has a higher level of cultivation than their suzerain...

This can explain why the boy who is not a golden core can defeat their suzerain. It turns out that there is a Nascent Soul strong behind him to help!

If they were told that the Jindan boy they thought was only in the late stage of heart attack, maybe they would be even more surprised.

But they couldn't feel this matter, after all, it was difficult to determine Wang Junsheng's cultivation level.

Cultivator Han Yi couldn't bear such a desire, and immediately cursed: "A Nascent Soul master, bullying us Jindan monks, don't you think it's invincible?!"

Yao Qi didn't pay any attention to his words, his body was facing downwards, he kept falling downwards by gravity, he suddenly hooked his finger into a claw, and using the "Silver Wing Finger" pierced the forehead of a Golden Core cultivator.

He pulled out his sharp nails with a thud, but the blood did not spurt out. He waved the dirty body aside with neither sadness nor joy, and asked coldly: "Who is bullying the less? Bullying the weak?"

The blood on the nails kept dripping down, and the index finger was obviously covered with blood, but his handsome face was noble and proud, and did not allow the slightest pollution from others.

The remaining five monks were already at the end of their strength, and some of them had already turned pale, just thinking about escaping from this ghost place as soon as possible.

And the monk who was watching the show from the sidelines had already escaped cleanly when the smiling tiger suddenly disappeared at the beginning.

When disaster is imminent, who cares about the friendship of the same family?

This Blood Martial Alliance was not considered a sect from the very beginning.

**

Besides, the monk who fled all the way has already broken through the last protective restriction of the Blood Martial Alliance.

They frantically rushed towards the exit of the green hill, split into four ways, and were about to rush out of the narrow mountain road.

But at this moment, at the end of the mountain road, there was a faint humming sound from the blade of the sword.

The monk who fled on the west road returned the same way and wanted to escape from the east direction, but the moment he turned his head, he saw the monk who also wanted to flee to their direction on the east road.

Look again, the north and south are the same situation.

All of them were pale, standing on the ground and looking at each other.

"You have monks over there too?" The monk who took the lead in the west came out anxiously, his head was covered with sweat.

The monks on the east side nodded, almost seeing despair in the eyes of the other party.

"Let's rush out together!" Someone suddenly suggested.

Before everyone could respond, a gust of swift wind came from the gap in the green hill, galloping from all directions.

"Escape?" A middle-aged man in green clothes flapped his sleeves, and stepped on a large and sharp long sword. around the body.

His whole body was half suspended between the two green hills, standing at the forefront of the mighty sword cultivator team behind him, his face was solemn, and his rigid face was full of murderous intent.

"Blood Martial Alliance, we Fuxi Mountain will clean it up!"

The powerful zhenqi rushes fiercely towards those monks who are not well-cultivated, making them weak all over and trembling from the depths of their souls...

Longing to surrender.

There was only this sentence left in the hearts of everyone.

The mob surrounded by the vast long line dropped their helmets and armor one by one, no longer fighting.

Wangmo stepped on the air with both feet, and the majestic voice resounded through the sky. "Be sure to clean up the magic place!"

"Yes!"

The unanimous response, breath through Changhong.

**

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The green grass ground has long since ceased to exist, leaving only potholes and uneven ground without a trace of beauty.

The sunken ground exudes a faint smell of gunpowder smoke, making this battle with fewer enemies and more enemies even more chilling.

Yao Qi quickly shifted to Brother Zhuo Lan's side, and finally twisted his head off.

There is only one person left.

Yao Qi took a breath slightly, and the continuous high-intensity running at high speed also consumed a lot of his physical strength, and now he is barely supporting himself with the last bit of strength.

Brother Han Yi's heart was beating violently. On the one hand, he was afraid, and on the other hand, he was excited.

He likes this kind of fight between blood and flesh, he really loves it to death.

Although Yao Qi's heart was pounding and his body was clamoring for more fighting, in reality he already had the urge to vomit.

Although he never thought of himself as a good person, at least in this world, he never wanted to kill people.

At that time, he stabbed into the chest of the old man in white with a trace of anger, but now, he doesn't know what reason to find to tell himself that what he did was right...

He always thought that he was right, if they didn't kill them, they would kill Wang Junsheng and kill him.

He knew that this world was like this, and he had to adapt, but even with such constant hints, he still felt a little disgusted.

The stench passed from his fingers to his extremely sensitive nasal cavity at the moment, so thick that it almost made him dizzy.

His fingers were trembling slightly, but his body moved instinctively without hesitation.

There was a flash of joy in Brother Han Yi's eyes, and then he jumped into the man in white!

"Bang!" Immediately, the sound of heaven and earth cracking resounded throughout the entire mountain range.

A gust of wind blew away, sweeping away the dim yellow soil on the ground, revealing the original appearance of the green hill.

Yao Qi staggered out of the dust, neither sad nor happy on his handsome face, but the trembling index finger revealed his thoughts.

Not far away, Wang Junsheng's child's sleeping face was soft, his eyes were closed peacefully, and there was no movement because of this battle.

He walked to Wang Junsheng's side, then bent down, embraced the thin and thin body of the young man in his arms, and walked out of the barrier with his body across.

He couldn't let Wang Junsheng stay here alone, and he couldn't let such a young man wake up, only to see the ground full of holes and bloody and terrifying corpses.

The moment she stepped out of the barrier, Yao Qi's body, which had no real energy, couldn't hold it anymore and fell down suddenly.

The body shape shrinks again.

Wang Junsheng woke up under a gust of sword wind. He first saw his father standing in front of him clearly, and then he noticed the little earth dog lying on his chest.

Wang Moshuang looked worried, and his tall body immediately fell to the ground. He put the spirit sword into his mustard seed space, hugged Wang Junsheng into his arms, and said while hugging: "You child, why are you alone? Come to this place alone?!"

Wang Junsheng stroked the little soil dog in his arms, and let the man hug him, but he was thinking about everything that was wrong.