Fan Lao's worries were not unnecessary. They were attacked in the Qilin Realm, which was close to the Cunzhong Realm.
The spirit ship was flying well, but suddenly there was a fluctuation, and many yellow-robed masked men appeared around. In the distance, a spirit ship larger than them appeared.
Damn, he actually activated the concealment formation and waited for the enemy!
Hu Qing looked at the delicate yellow emblem on the spiritual boat and the orange-yellow female figure standing at the front of the boat.
"Is that Mao Yurou?"
Han Li led everyone to activate the formation to counterattack, and Hu Qing stood on the bow of the ship and asked Fan Lao.
Fan Lao: "That's her. Look at the stinky look on her face, she's definitely coming for you."
Hu Qing was puzzled: "I don't have any grudge against her, right?"
Fan Lao: "Who knows what that kind of person is thinking. Your identity and information are no longer secrets."
Hu Qing understood that among all the people arranged to join the nine sects and nine clans, who would not know her name?
"It's a pity that an ambitious woman has to fight against me. Master, go and kill her."
Fan Lao didn't refuse. He had long wanted to kill this woman.
So he flew forward.
Mao Yurou was a little surprised to see Fan Lao, and her face was gloomy. The news she got did not say that Fan Lao was there. She couldn't help but secretly hate that the current Cunzhong Realm was turned into an iron barrel by the nine sects and nine clans who suffered heavy casualties.
, she couldn't put the nail in at all.
The Demon Realm is useless. Since we have broken into the Cunzhong Realm, why not kill all the nine sects and clans? A place as good as the Cunzhong Realm should be used by her.
Now, she is here to continue eradicating the nine sects and tribes!
Hu Qingke couldn't hear the wild call in her heart. When she saw Fan Lao rushing forward, several people jumped out of the spirit boat to fight with him, while Mao Yurou stared at her without moving, with malice in her eyes.
and greed, unabashedly.
I can't help but wonder, what on earth is this woman thinking?
No matter what Mao Yurou planned, it would not affect her. Hu Qing looked at the hundreds of people attacking his spirit ship, slashing with swords and bombing them. Although they were blocked by the defensive barrier, it was still a waste.
The total number of people on our side is less than eighty. The opponent's base is large and attacks fiercely, and our side's counterattack seems weak.
She smiled, the long bow was fully drawn in her hand, and the ten arrows shot out easily. She only heard the sound of popping into the flesh, and a series of muffled sounds. The ten people fell down together, and the yellow robes were filled by the wind, forming a pattern in the air.
A delicate flower.
The delicate yellow flower had not fallen very far, and the soul-locking chain was silently wrapped around it, tied tightly and recovered.
Hu Qing glanced at him, kissed him, and said to his weapon spirits: "Competing to see who is faster, Hun'er can't let go."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Each shot was made of ten arrows. Clusters of arrows were shot out, swaying with beautiful light. No matter how the other party avoided or greeted them, those arrows were like eyes with eyes and insisted on piercing their throats or foreheads.
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Shoot these two locations to ensure death.
Han Li exclaimed: "What a great arrow!"
Disciples: “Wow wow—senior sister is so cool!”
Hu Qing smiled and said while shooting arrows: "I will protect you, just kill them all. No matter how slow you are, I will kill them all."
When everyone heard this, they became anxious, screamed and went out to kill him.
Han Li did not go there himself, but called out his natal weapon: "Qinghou."
The man with high black hair was tall and cold, and the faint look he gave Hu Qing made her feel his shyness... What the hell?!
Qinghou grabbed his sword and killed him.
Hu Qing was frightened and subconsciously fired arrows around him, so Qinghou used his sword to kill in front of a yellow-robed man. The man was facing him. Suddenly, he was hit by an arrow in the throat, his head tilted, and he was dragged away by a chain.
She kissed him and glared at him: "All dead people are mine, don't rob them from me."
Qinghou: "..."
He silently looked back at Hu Qing.
Hu Qing was even more horrified. Why did he feel wronged to himself?
Han Li folded his arms to watch the battle. When he saw this, he explained to her: "Qinghou always wanted to compete with you in the past. Later, when you were not around when he transformed into a human form, he admired you very much."
Hu Qing didn't feel lucky, but she felt sick: "Qinghou is not familiar with me, right?"
Han Li: "This kid is very shy. He is too embarrassed to come to you without a human form. In fact, he has watched a lot of your short videos."
Hu Qing: "...If you worship me, you have to defeat me?"
Han Li: "Of course, this is the spirit of our martial arts."
Hu Qing didn't want to talk and kept shooting arrows. However, this first wave was obviously cannon fodder, and he was already in a hurry to deal with the others, which posed no challenge to his own archery skills.
Seeing that there were too few of them to pose a threat, Hu Qing decisively focused his spiritual power on the three men who were fighting Fan Lao.
During the five hundred years of conquering the heart flames of the Nine Nether Demons, Hu Qing has long been trained to be one with Simu. Simu is her brain and the arrows are her fingers. The bowstring is loose, and the three arrows split the space and stabbed, thin
The long arrow made a harsh sound, faintly breaking through the space.
The three people who were fighting with Fan Lao looked at him in shock. Their eyes followed the arrow and fell greedily on Simu.
Hu Qing smiled, did they think they were using the power of Simu? Well, she was.
The arrow pierced their defensive spiritual shield hard, and the shield showed signs of cracks. The huge force from the arrow penetrated their arms, causing pain in their joints.
Good swordsmanship, good bow!
The three of them all stared in Hu Qing's direction with salivation for a moment. Even Fan Lao was behind them. When they were thinking about how to snatch it, they suddenly heard a scream and roar.
He turned his head sharply and looked.
It's Mao Yurou.
She watched the battle calmly, watching Hu Qing's archery skills coldly. When Hu Qing shot three arrows, her eyes followed those three arrows. Mao Yurou didn't care about the cannon fodder that Hu Qing shot before. If
If a pawn of that level can't defeat him, then he can't be from the Shuangyang Sect.
But the three people besieging Fan Lao were the three most powerful people around her at the moment. Only by dealing with these three people could she see Hu Qing's true level.
Mao Yurou had some suspicions about this Shuangyang Sect's only female disciple and the disciple who was the leader of the sect, and vowed to catch her.
Just when she was staring closely at the three arrows and saw that one bow and three arrows broke the spiritual shields of three people at the same time, and she was surprised and secretly surprised, an invisible and colorless arrow quietly came from not far in front of her.
Appear suddenly and shoot quickly.
Realizing that it was too late to escape, Maoyu Roushang was shocked. The fairy treasure she was carrying sensed the danger and automatically activated. A layer of green light floated quickly, completely blocking her body. A huge force hit Maoyu.
Rou groaned, and the green light and transparent arrow in front of her shattered into foam and exploded at the same time.
At the same time, Fan Lao, whose opponent's attention was attracted by Hu Qing, suddenly jumped in front of her and pushed out with a fierce palm. The huge spiritual power and killing intent instantly hit Mao Yurou's body.
Mao Yurou screamed and fell to the ground, golden light floating around her body. She became angry and roared, and a red Luan bird flew out of her body and rushed towards Fan Lao fiercely.
Fan Lao was scornful, and with a twist of his palm, a black and red cold flame shot up into the sky and swallowed the luan bird turned into his belly.
The spiritual fire was swallowed, and Mao Yurou vomited a mouthful of blood. Unwilling to accept it, she could only give the order: "Withdraw!"