The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

"My Lord, you must win!"

A Sixth-Rank Immortal Venerable who was born and raised in Qianmu City, looked at the Lord of the City, who was gradually falling into the wind, and prayed secretly in his heart. Most other Qianmu City foreign spirits thought the same way.

But no matter how they pray, as time goes by, the moves that the city lord Qinghui can fight back are gradually decreasing.

That human strong man is more courageous as he fought, and his breath is suppressed, making more and more foreign spirits feel clearly.

At this moment, Ye Qingtian was also quite proud. He even glanced in a certain direction when he had time, but he saw that there was no slight smile on the face of the black-clothed young man, his face was dull.

This made Ye Qingtian a little helpless. He also thought that he hadn't prevented Mrs. Peony from unleashing the swift means before, which made the young master angry, so the power in his hand became even stronger.

laugh!

However, at this moment, a gray light suddenly appeared in the dark night, just like a gray horse falling from the sky, and like a gray weird snake choosing people to eat, and the target was naturally the prevailing Ye Qingtian.

"not good!"

The sudden sneak attack caused Ye Qingtian's expression to change slightly. He didn't have time to chase the evading Qinghui, but dodged.

Unexpectedly, the gray horse practised like a shadow, and turned his head on the way, still blasting towards him.

Fortunately, Ye Qingtian was extremely fast, and after another dodge, he escaped the vitals of his body, but the sleeve of the right arm was ripped off by the gray horse.

Shit!

Ye Qingtian only felt a fierce pain on his right arm, knowing that he was indeed injured by the grey horse, which made his face become more and more ugly, knowing that some unexpected changes had occurred. .

"dead!"

Ye Qingtian, who had just sensed his hand injury, suddenly heard a stern shout behind him. This shout was familiar to him. It was the city lord Qing of Qianmu City who had fought with him for hundreds of strokes. Hui.

What Ye Qingtian didn't expect was that the Qinghui, who had been suppressed extremely ruthlessly by him just now, would suddenly burst out like a violent power.

He had a faint understanding, but at this critical moment, he didn't have time to think about it.

"Qing Jia!"

Ye Qingtian muttered silently in his heart, and then, when no one had expected it, a khaki armor appeared on his back suddenly, which looked somewhat similar to Yunxiao's Earth Spring Stone Lotus Armor.

boom!

The heavy hand that Green Hui turned into a cactus directly blasted on the khaki armor, and the dust was flying for a while, causing Ye Qingtian to stagger, and his aura also became a bit disordered.

You must know that the Qinghui at this moment is not alone in the fight. The appearance of the gray princess just now is obviously under the control of another strong man. His palm is just taking advantage of the trend.

Therefore, when he sensed the other party's breath and fell down in disorder, Qing Hui couldn't help but show a happy smile on his face, secretly saying that after acting for so long, it was finally time to harvest.

In fact, although Qinghui has just broken into the half-god state, it may be difficult to defeat Ye Qingtian with the natural fighting talent of the foreign spirit, but it is not justified to say that it has fallen into a disadvantage.

This is the illusion created by Qinghui just now, the purpose is to paralyze the human beings in this demigod realm, so that the one in the dark is waiting for an opportunity to kill him with one blow.

However, Ye Qingtian's reaction and speed just now made their careful plan fall short. It only caused him to suffer some skin and flesh injuries, but Qinghui who seized this opportunity again caused Ye Qing's weather to be disordered.

Therefore, Qinghui has reason to believe that his secret ally will never miss this opportunity again. Taking advantage of the other's breath disorder, he will make a strong shot, and there will be no chance to kill with one blow before the beginning.

Huh!

The one in the dark did not disappoint Qing Hui. When he just blasted Ye Qingtian into the air, the grey pike like a poisonous snake appeared again. The target this time was Ye Qingtian's neck. Vital.

"Asshole!"

Ye Qingtian knew clearly that with the strength of the one in the dark, as long as he was practiced by the gray horse around his neck, he might be killed instantly. It was not an ordinary cloth, but an astonishing means of attack.

But Ye Qingtian, who was both mentally arithmetic and unintentional by the other party, was too late to make any more moves, or the gray pike's training speed suddenly accelerated, so that the actions he wanted in his heart did not have time to implement.

Hh hh...

The gray horse practiced extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, it had already circled Ye Qingtian's neck three times, making this half-god southern villain's face flushed instantly, and he never went in or out again. Gas.

Seeing this scene of lightning and stone fire, all Thousand Wood City alien spirits were shocked. Some of the sharp-minded people had already thought of the Lord of the City secretly arranging a powerful helper.

But they don't understand. Looking at the strength of that horse training, maybe that one is at least in the same demigod state as the city lord, right?

In Thousand Wood City, when did such a super power appear again?

However, this is undoubtedly a good thing for Thousand Wood City, especially after being forced to kill the two powerful eighth-rank Immortal Venerables by humans today, this is undoubtedly an opportunity for them to take revenge on the spot.

It was not until a moment later that the foreign spirits of Thousand Woods City could clearly see that the other end of the gray pike was held in the hand of a gray-robed old man, looking extremely chic.

"Brother Graythorn, thank you!"

Just when all the foreign spirits were staring at the gray-robed old man, the voice of Qinghui, the lord of Thousand Woods City, was already followed, so that they finally knew the name of the gray-robed old man.

It's just that while they were excited, they were confused again. Where did the so-called gray thorns come from? How come they have never heard of it before?

What happened tonight is really too weird. A human being in the realm of a demigod suddenly entered Thousand Wood City. Now there is a strange and powerful person in the realm of a half-god. Weird.

But for the foreign spirits, although they have doubts in their hearts, it is undoubtedly a happy thing to see. If there is a powerhouse in the semi-god realm, that hateful human should be hard to fly, right?

What's more, the human being in the realm of demigod is still bound by the neck of the pike in the hands of Graythorn at this moment. The flushed face but the state of being unable to break free is really pleasant.

Until this moment, many foreign spirits didn't see the gray pistol, which was actually a thorny thorn, and what kind of state would the human powerhouse who is tied around his neck look like?

To be honest, Ye Qingtian was indeed very uncomfortable at this moment. Although he was covered with a layer of earth-yellow defense on his neck for the first time, he still couldn't stand the shackles of that thorn whip.

Especially the spikes on the thorn whip, constantly drilling into Ye Qingtian's khaki defensive, let him know clearly that he might not be able to hold on for long.

Almost subconsciously, Ye Qingtian's gaze turned to a certain direction. However, under his look, the black-clothed youth who was still there just now disappeared.

Above the sky, a demigod alien named Graythorn, with a smug look on his face. In his opinion, the battle exploits of killing a human demigod should be impossible to escape. .

If you also come to Thousand Wood City this time to pay for Qinghui’s guardianship, Graythorn can really make a lot of money this time. Since this human being died in his own hands, forgive that Qinghui did not dare to share with himself Fight for this great achievement.

"ended!"

A domineering shout came from Huizhan's mouth, and his right hand holding the thorn whip slammed.

If nothing happens, the human head should be pulled away from the neck by an unrivaled force.

Huh!

But sometimes, accidents happen inadvertently.

Just when Ye Qingtian felt that he had been suffocated, and the khaki defense was no longer effective, a strong sound of breaking the wind suddenly spread into his ears.

In the dark night, a dark light fell from the sky that was not very eye-catching, and some sharp-eyed foreign spirits could clearly see that it seemed to be a strange wooden sword, and the target was the stretched thorn whip.

"I can't help myself!"

Seeing this scene, Graythorn didn't know that there were enemies in the dark for a while. He only thought that it was the human who was bound by the thorn whip, struggling before dying, so he sneered directly.

How could a wooden sword that seemed to have little power be the enemy of his own thorn whip?

Strictly speaking, this belonged to Graythorn's natal thorn whip, and was already a rank equivalent to a semi-divine artifact.

Moreover, there is a special flexible force on the thorn whip, which can dissolve any tyrannical force, or the cutting of some sharp swords, so that the opponent will return without success.

What's more, Graythorn has absolute certainty that he can tear off the head of the tall human before the black light wooden sword slashes the thorn whip, without giving the opponent a chance.

Huh!

However, when I tried to grab Feiye Qingtian's head before the wooden sword fell on the thorn whip, I heard such a soft sound in his ears.

Then Graythorn felt a light in his hand. The strong force just now fell into the empty space, causing him to be backlashed by his own power, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't hold it instantly. Deng Deng retreated ten feet in a row.

"Humph!"

After all, the opponent is a half-god, and Graythorn is also a foreign spirit in the half-god. Just now, he wanted to make a contribution in one fell swoop, and how powerful it was.

This time he suffered a backlash from power, which directly caused him to snorted, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.