After running for more than ten miles, the only one chasing after him was the fifth-level warrior. Several fourth-level warriors had already been left behind by a large distance.
"You kid, you run so fast!"
Qin Fengqing was panting slightly. After galloping so far, his five bridges of heaven and earth were not yet stable, his recovery speed was lacking, and he was a little tired now.
At this moment, the two of them stopped talking in cave language.
After running so far, the power of Qi and blood is overflowing. Unless the fifth-grade people behind are idiots, otherwise they would have known that they were human warriors.
"Stop talking nonsense, can you kill me?"
Fang Ping ignored him, and you are not slow either.
"kill!"
Qin Fengqing was also unambiguous when she should be direct.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and slashed with his sword!
"Buzz!"
A sound spread far and wide in the darkness.
Qin Fengqing's sword seemed to cut through the darkness and instantly appeared on the waist of the strong man in mid-air.
Fang Ping was not slow either. He had already drawn out the long knife on his back and swept it sideways, blocking both sides of the opponent with Qin Fengqing at the same time.
In the darkness, the middle-aged strong man who was chasing him had an indifferent look on his face, and a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
With his feet in the air, the middle-aged strong man disappeared instantly and appeared in front of Qin Fengqing.
Qin Fengqing seemed not surprised at all and had been prepared for it. The next moment, Qin Fengqing stepped back and approached Fang Ping. Without retracting his sword, he cut him in the middle.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged strong man moved his fists together, one punch on each side, to neutralize the attacks on both sides, and both knives were repulsed.
Qin Fengqing and Fang Ping's eyes lit up!
"First or middle stage of fifth grade!"
The two people made a judgment in an instant. The opponent's strength was not ridiculously strong. The attacks they just made were just to measure the opponent's strength.
Qin Fengqing's eyes were bright and she shouted: "Old rules!"
The so-called old rule is, of course, Fang Ping opens up infinitely and he kills instantly.
"Are you okay?"
"Just practice one sword!"
Qin Fengqing answered simply, he may not be very strong if he fights for a long time, but his high-quality fighting skills are only for that one sword!
Once the knife goes out, there is no return!
If the enemy does not die, he must die.
This is also the reason why he has to bring someone with him when he is on a mission now. The companion can buy him time to recover.
When Fang Ping heard this, he stopped asking.
"Blood Explosive Sword" combines seven cuts into one, slashing out instantly and cutting through the sky.
The face of the fifth-grade strongman opposite him changed slightly, he snorted softly, and swung out a heavy punch, hitting the side of the blade, causing the long sword to tremble.
Soon after, the opponent knocked back Fang Ping's seven slashes with one punch, moved slightly, and appeared in front of Fang Ping.
The next moment, a huge fist swung towards Fang Ping's head.
Before the fist came, the energy wave seemed to tear Fang Ping's head apart.
"Excellent tactics!"
Fang Ping hummed and punched out his left fist instantly. Before their fists collided, a roar could be heard.
"People are coming soon, hurry up!"
Qin Fengqing took a few steps back at this moment, but without taking action, she roared when she saw this.
Fang Ping groaned, and swung the knife in his right hand, but instead of attacking, it was inserted into the knife pouch behind his back.
The Guan Dao is very large and has no scabbard. However, for convenience, Fang Ping found someone to specially make a knife pouch made of cave monster skin, so that he can carry the long knife on his back when needed.
The long knife was retracted, Fang Ping's eyes were cold and stern, and the next moment, he pounced on the opponent.
Both fists were red, and in the blink of an eye, they took turns and fired dozens of punches in a row.
As a fifth-grade strongman, the middle-aged man had already judged that the two people opposite him were not too strong and definitely not fifth-grade, so he naturally would not hesitate.
While he was distracted and guarding against Qin Fengqing, who was looking for an opportunity, he punched back at Fang Ping, intending to kill Fang Ping in a short time.
"Bang!"
A series of loud sounds of metal collisions were heard, and Fang Ping flew backwards, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Just when the middle-aged strong man was about to pursue him, Fang Ping stepped into the void, returned again, let out a low roar, and shook his fist in anger again.
"Bang bang bang..."
In just a few seconds, Fang Ping was knocked away again.
Qin Fengqing was ready to make a move, holding her long sword horizontally, waiting for an opportunity. Just when the middle-aged strong man was about to kill one person and then another, Fang Ping came back again.
This time, Fang Ping used all his big moves!
The mental power suddenly condensed into an invisible needle shape, instantly piercing the opponent's brain.
The blood spurted out from his mouth and turned into a blood arrow, shooting towards the opponent's eye socket.
The middle-aged strong man obviously did not expect that the visitor would master so many secret techniques. In his opinion, whether it was mental power or blood arrow skills, they were all classified as secret techniques.
As soon as the mental shock came out, the opponent's figure trembled slightly and invisibly.
At this time, blood arrows spurted out.
As a fifth-grade strongman, his mental strength is not weak. Even though he was stagnated for a moment, he still had enough energy to defeat the blood arrow.
The moment he raised his hand to defeat the blood arrow, Fang Ping attacked at the same time.
"Bang!"
This time, Fang Ping used "Maha Fist". He didn't have a deep grasp of high-level combat techniques. Fang Ping didn't pursue a sure kill with one move. Instead, he worked tirelessly and punched quickly and fiercely. The punch enveloped the opponent's whole body, as if
Nothing is there.
The opponent fired a blood-dispersing arrow in one move, and the next moment, just as he was about to fight back, Fang Ping's mental power came out again, stabbing the opponent's brain.
"Seeking death! (Cave language)"
The middle-aged strong man roared angrily, his momentum erupted, and powerful energy fluctuations emitted from his whole body, instantly dispelling Fang Ping's mental attack.
At this time, Fang Ping's fists also hit many places on the opponent's body, causing the opponent to take several steps back.
However, the middle-aged man is a fifth-grade strong man. His body has been tempered to the limit, and his internal organs have also been tempered. Only part of the internal organs in his body have not been tempered. Although he was repulsed, it was not seriously injured.
After taking a few steps back, the opponent was about to take a step back to fight back, but the mental power that had just been shaken away condensed into a shadowless needle again and stabbed his head!
For a moment, the other party was confused.
Have you met a powerful leader?
Otherwise, how could this happen?
At the moment when he was confused, Qin Fengqing, who had been looking for opportunities, had eyes so bright that they seemed to illuminate the darkness.
"Continue to shock him!"
Qin Fengqing shouted quickly, and the next moment, the long sword burst out with a dazzling blood light, lighting up the void!
Fang Ping didn't answer the call, and he didn't have time to answer the call.
The mental power continuously attacks the opponent, and the blood from the mouth spurts out as if life-threatening, turning into blood arrows and stabbing the opponent's head.
And he himself did not choose to watch just because Qin Fengqing exerted his strength.
Instead, he rushes forward quickly, swings his fists, and attacks the opponent violently, without giving the opponent a chance to escape!
"die!"
The middle-aged strong man also felt the crisis, roared angrily, went all out, and punched Fang Ping as if his fist penetrated the void.
"Bang!"
Fang Ping flew backwards, and the skin on his right fist exploded instantly, with blood splattering everywhere.
The explosion of the skin continued to spread, and it kept exploding until it reached the top of the right arm, and the strength was exhausted.
A high-quality combat method, the force penetrates the body, and if it is just hit in the chest, it will continue to spread to the internal organs.
However, Fang Ping's Qi and blood were strong and constantly recovering, but the opponent's strength was only enough to burst his right arm. He was unable to follow up and was defeated by the continuously replenishing power of Qi and blood.
Here, before Fang Ping flew out and landed, Qin Fengqing's knife had already fallen.
Just as the middle-level expert was about to retreat, Fang Ping's mental shock had an effect, making his steps slightly sluggish.
And at this moment, Qin Fengqing's blade deflected and instantly cut across the opponent's neck!
"Click!"
An inaudible and brief cutting sound was heard, and the long knife seemed to have no effect. The opponent still maintained a retreating posture, retreating several steps in a row, but his speed gradually slowed down.
Qin Fengqing did not pursue him, fell to the ground, and quickly ran towards Fang Ping without looking back.
The middle-aged strong man did not pursue him, and a dazed look seemed to flash in his eyes.
After a moment, countless fountains of blood suddenly spurted out from his neck.
The head that was still intact just now was sprayed out by the spray force of the blood fountain, and the head fell to the ground.
…
Qin Fengqing gasped violently, while Fang Ping continued to use the power of Qi and blood to recover the injury on his right arm, snorting coldly: "Next time we cooperate, if you stop me, I will explode!"
Every time it was him who broke out, he was the one who got hurt.
Fang Ping was still a little behind when it came to confronting a fifth-level warrior head-on, even though his physique had reached that of a fourth-level peak warrior.
But the five internal organs are not tempered, and if you are not careful, your internal organs can easily be shattered by a fifth-grade expert.
Qin Fengqing gasped: "You... you can... kill him with one move?"
"Can you kill him without me blocking him?"
Qin Fengqing's sword was very fast and very powerful, but without Fang Ping, he couldn't find a chance to make a move.
"Can you handle it without me killing him?"
"How can you kill him without me carrying him?"
"If I don't kill him, you will die."
"I can run faster than him and have better endurance than him. If I die, you will die too!"
"..."
Qin Fengqing glanced at him, he said, everyone has been killed, is it useful for us to argue over this?
Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Ping said, "His heart belongs to me."
"md!"
Qin Fengqing yelled, "Is this why you co-wrote it?"
"It's yours..."
Qin Fengqing was particularly easy to talk to this time, and quickly said: "The next few are yours, hurry up, I need time!"
The reason why he was so quick was because the fourth-level warriors from behind were chasing him.
At this moment, he exploded with all his strength, almost using up most of his energy and blood with one strike, and all his physical strength and energy were exhausted.
If Fang Ping didn't take action, he could only run away, but he had to be careful about being caught up.
Fang Ping glanced at his bloody right arm and couldn't help but cursed, "If it had been anyone else, his right arm would have been useless."
Qin Fengqing, this bastard, is almost useless except for the powerful blow just now.
"I'll share the account with you. Every time you take advantage of me, I save your life. Your knife belongs to me!"
Fang Ping doesn’t care whether he agrees or not, that knife costs him 50 million, and sooner or later it will be mine!
Qin Fengqing subconsciously shook the knife, what the hell, before I even thought about this kid, he was already eyeing my only valuable treasure?
Fang Ping also rushed out at this moment, making a fist with his left hand and shouting loudly, the blood on his fist was blazing.
There were four fourth-level warriors chasing after them, ranging from beginner to high-level.
But compared to Fang Ping, these people still cultivated middle-grade combat methods. Their physique, energy and blood were not as good as Fang Ping's. With Fang Ping's mental shock, they were almost as good as slicing a melon, killing four people in less than 30 seconds.
on the spot.
"Weak chicken!"
Fang Ping blasted the last person's head with one punch, spat out blood, and said scornfully: "Not as good as Ling Xiaoxiong!"
Qin Fengqing also recovered some remaining strength at this moment. While groping the body of the fifth-grade strongman, he asked: "Who is little brother Lin?"
"Ling Yiyi."
"What?"
Qin Fengqing was stunned for a moment, but Fang Ping ignored him and began to collect the loot.
…
Less than 1 minute.
All the trophies were placed in front of the two of them.
"A D-level quality weapon with three handles weighs less than 30 kilograms."
"5 energy hearts, 4 of 4th grade, and one of 5th grade."
The two looked at each other, then both looked speechless, that's it, no more!
Qin Fengqing said in a low voice: "They just got up at night, so they must have left something in that hall."
Fang Ping nodded slightly, and then naturally stuffed everything into his sack.
Seeing this, Qin Fengqing gritted her teeth and said, "That's too much!"
"I killed all the fourth-grade ones. I agreed that the fifth-grade ones' hearts will be mine. Don't all the things belong to me?"
Qin Fengqing said in embarrassment: "Then you have to give me some points, I thought that the fifth-grade one has something at least!"
He also didn't expect that the other party didn't bring anything.
As a result, the two of them spent a long time killing each other, but he didn't get anything.
Fang Ping pondered for a moment and threw the five medals in front of him to him, "Here are these for you. You can sell them for money. There are also fifth-grade medals, which must be very valuable."
Catacomb warriors may not wear anything else, but they will definitely wear medals.
In the catacombs, these are all symbols of identity, status, and glory.
Warriors must wear medals.
"I@#%……"
Qin Fengqing yelled, "Is this something I can share with you?"
Medals are actually very useful. They can be exchanged for military points at the military headquarters, or some people like to collect them.
But compared to the real benefits, this thing is nothing to mention.
Qin Fengqing gritted her teeth and said: "At least give me a few fourth-grade hearts, or we'll break up!"
"Then let's break up."
Fang Ping looked indifferent, Qin Fengqing snorted and walked away without talking nonsense.
Similarly, Fang Ping didn't waste any words and just walked away.
They both went in the same direction.
Qin Fengqing walked a few steps and suddenly said: "Don't follow me!"
"You should just follow me!"
As he said that, Fang Ping said quietly: "Aren't you afraid that there are sixth-grade experts inside?"
The direction the two of them were going was towards the valley just now.
The medicinal materials there have not been collected yet, and these fourth and fifth grade warriors have not brought any training materials with them. Needless to say, there will be no shortage of good things in the main hall.
The two of them wanted to break up the partnership, obviously wanting to monopolize the benefits.
Qin Fengqing said as she walked: "I guess not."
"I guess so."
"Then don't go."
"I protect you."
"No need!"
"..."
The two stopped. Qin Fengqing looked depressed and said helplessly: "Together."
"good."
Fang Ping laughed, and then said: "I guess there are probably no sixth-grade people inside, otherwise, I think they will chase us. After all, the warning device has been destroyed. Think about it from another person's perspective. We don't know the strength of the enemy at this time.
If you have a sixth grade, can you sit still?
In the case of Mowu, if someone breaks into the Southern District, then the strong men will naturally come out. There are six or seven-level strong men here, and it doesn’t make sense for the fifth-level ones to chase them."
Qin Fengqing muttered: "Maybe it's the seventh-grade ones. The seventh-grade ones have a big air, but we are just little thieves. It's okay if the seventh-grade ones don't chase us."
Just now one of them said yes and the other said no, but now it's reversed again.
However, neither of them took it seriously. They didn't care whether they did it or not, as long as it was beneficial.
What's more, Langtou Mountain is not a very wealthy place, and the energy concentration is not too high. In fact, both of them judged that a seventh-level expert would not settle here.
If that's the case, then the fifth-grade person who was chasing them before might be the strongest one.
If you are really unlucky and encounter a sixth-grade person, just run away.
The two people at this moment, even if they join forces, cannot kill the sixth grade, that is inevitable.
I'm afraid I can't kill a fifth-grade peak warrior, and I have to prevent him from being counterattacked.
That person just now was either at the beginning or middle level of the fifth level, and he must not have reached the high level. Otherwise, Fang Ping would not have been able to resist so easily.