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Chapter 518

Yan Jing hugged Shang Qingyun, whose clothes were half stained with blood, and retreated to the southeast where there was no formation in his memory. Tie Jinlin half-carried and half-dragged the little fat man and quickly retreated. The captain held the big gun that had been restored to its original shape and held the formation behind him.

There was no time to bag the corpses of the witch cultivators scattered on the ground and take them away. Several people watched Mr. Donkey move forward to greet them unhurriedly.

For such a long time, they rarely saw Mr. Donkey take action.

Occasionally, twice, the sword energy flashed in the air, and the shaman cultivator had already consecrated him.

Two witch cultivators rushed out of the rainy misty mountains. The middle-aged man on the left was bare-handed and had a halberd. When he saw the female witch cultivator with her body separated from her body in the bloody mud, he roared angrily and stepped on the ground with his foot. His whole body was like an arrow.

Shooting out of the sky from the top of the mountain.

Another young man also painted his face with dye and waved a three-foot-bone staff in his left hand.

A hundred feet away, twenty or thirty fist-sized rocks condensed in the rain and fog, and they smashed at the donkey.

The donkey's four hooves jumped sideways, stomping forward to avoid the clearing it was looking at, and finger-thick silver lightning flashes deflected or shattered the rocks it was chasing and smashing in the air.

"Be careful, it can thunder!"

The young sorcerer who was lagging behind speeded up and reminded his companions that the donkey was not simple.

The news they received was that the five disciples of Xianling Temple named Zhang Thief had not been in Dingxi City for a long time and had already killed their elite disciples of the Wu clan many times. The donkeys following them were good at hiding their auras and were said to be third-level spiritual beings.

beast.

They had made many calculations and received information from spies, so they came here specifically to intercept and kill him today.

The donkey opened its mouth and sprayed at the middle-aged man who was about 20 feet away. The thunder was dazzling and the thunderbolt sounded. The man who was a third-level shaman warrior who couldn't avoid it was hit with lightning flashes all over his body. It actually likes to attack those who are particularly proud.

Witch warrior.

These guys all have their eyes high above their heads, they are very mean-spirited, and they don't pay much attention to spell attacks.

Seeing that guy covered in thunder and light, he looked like a god descending to earth, majestic and pulling the wind tightly, the donkey jumped to avoid the rock attack and harassment of the third-level fortune-telling master behind him, and suddenly stayed in place, rushing towards the wizard who was approaching.

The strong warrior roared loudly:

"The Great Luo of All Worlds"

"Ah uh..."

(I, well, nee, ba)

It has now mastered the four-character superposition secret method of "Vajra Lion Roar" taught by Fa Yuan.

The huge and powerful donkey's voice bore the brunt of the roar, causing the middle-aged man to flutter forward and unable to move forward. His robe was pulled back, and his face rippled violently.

After only holding on for two breaths, the strong man's seven orifices overflowed with blood, which shows how amazing the donkey's calculated and unintentional roar is.

The distance was too close, and the donkey's saliva sprayed in the face of the strong man three feet away.

The diviner who was thirty feet away behind him was also affected by the sound attack and was slightly confused. He was not the main target of the donkey. He hurriedly waved his bone staff and gave it a sharp crack. He could see that the donkey was casting a spell and was inconvenienced.

Move around, otherwise the spell stops.

Damn bald donkey, he actually taught a donkey how to "roar like a diamond lion".

Several large millstones fell out of the air and hit the donkey's head, back, waist and abdomen, which was a strong man's head. However, what surprised the young man was that the donkey's voice did not tremble and was tense.

The body was hit by a boulder, which shattered into pieces. The donkey was unscathed except for being covered in powder.

He was really surprised. The donkey's physique was not inferior to that of a third-level shaman warrior, and it was actually capable of both physical and mental skills.

How come such an important situation was not collected?

Companion Lao Wei is in danger!

The next moment, the young man turned around abruptly without caring about rescuing his companions.

He saw countless sharp swords shining brightly in the drizzle, stabbing him silently from three directions.

He waved his bone staff, and a thin yellow mist appeared around him.

As he danced the bone staff, the mist layered one layer after another, and the yellow became more and more intense. Hearing the continuous harsh tearing sound of the sword energy piercing the yellow mist gauze, the young man was thinking about retreating.

What the hell is that mean ass and a fucking expert with a sword?

Hearing the donkey's unpleasant roar pause, he hurriedly shouted: "Old man, the wind is tight, get out quickly!"

This place is not very far from Dingxi City. Those little guys have already sent a summons to notify the masters. It will be great fun for them to be dragged by the donkey.

Before leaving, he prepared to cast a spell and hit the little guys who retreated a hundred feet away with a group attack.

"Peng...Dongdong".

Mixed with shrill screams, the young man flew low into the thorn as if he had seen a ghost.

His consciousness saw Lao Nu being thrown by the donkey, kicking him with two huge hooves, and stepping on the mud from a height of more than ten feet. Lao Nu acted as if his brain was broken, and did not fight back properly from beginning to end.

He didn't believe that a donkey's roar could turn Lao Nai into a fool. A mid-level third-level shaman warrior from Yuloumen was not that fragile.

Then it can only be that the donkey has used invisible powerful means, not sword energy!

The unknown is the scariest thing, so he made a decisive decision and wanted to escape.

It is never too late for a monk to take revenge in ten or a hundred years. The next time he intercepts and kills, he will not have only three or two men.

The donkey trampled and kicked the seriously injured and dying shaman warrior who was beyond recognition. Two sword qi flashed in the air and shot into the shaman warrior's eye sockets and nose respectively, completely destroying the shaman warrior. It would not give

Wei Jingjie and others left hidden dangers.

The donkey chased and killed the third-level divination master without touching a foot. Since it took action, it would not leave anyone alive.

It usually drinks, chats, or is silent, all the while calmly tempering its body with thunder light, and can stop at any time, unlike before where it had to stay still.

Just a few millstones are enough to damage its body that has been tempered more than thirty times. Go ahead and dream!

Countless sword energy intercepted the fleeing diviner, and the donkey came closer after a few ups and downs.

Wei Jingjie stretched out his spear and caught the corpse of the shaman warrior.

Tie Jinlin had already taken out the oilcloth bag and put it in quickly.

His admiration for Mr. Lv was like the surging water of the West River. He was so powerful that he could kill a third-level shaman warrior in just a few strokes. Oh no, he was trampled to death in a head-on duel. They made a lot of money this time.

Sent.

Yan Jing took a dose of medicinal powder and an elixir to Shi Nanguan, who was curled up on the ground.

After asking several men to turn around and not look at each other, and taking the unconscious Shang Qingyun's pulse, Yan Jing stretched out her hand and tapped several buttons on Shang Qingyun's clothes, exposing most of her shoulders, and then grabbed the acupuncture point on Shang Qingyun.

The three-inch sharp dart on her chest came out steadily, and blood gushed out. She quickly applied ointment to stop the bleeding, applied white gauze, and took out a cracked and broken heart-protecting mirror from Shang Qingyun's clothes.

The shaman warrior woman made a sneak attack, and the sharp dart pierced Shang Qingyun's robe, breast shield and inner armor. The sharp dart did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, but broke several bones and injured the internal organs.

Fortunately, the captain thought carefully and provided the formation master with the best protection, otherwise Shang Qingyun would not have been able to escape.

She used techniques to set the bones, quickly fixed the bindings with short sticks, and restored her companion's clothes.

Now all five of them are wearing cassocks and inner armor, and they all have storage bags containing various needed items. They are no longer what they used to be.

Only then did Yan Jing have time to pay attention to the battle in the distance. Mr. Donkey's fighting style was extremely fierce. With a shocking roar, the third-level witch cultivator who was fighting against the trapped beast turned pale, and all the overlapping layers of yellow mist were swept away.

A magnificent sword energy chopped off the head of the guy who was unable to wield the bone staff, ending the battle cleanly.

"Master Donkey is mighty! Ahem..."

The little fat man felt very happy and screamed, followed by a violent cough.

Yan Jing hurriedly squatted down, put her hand on the little fat man, calmed down the reversal of breath, and whispered: "Don't get excited, don't talk, calm down, I will help you remove the alien witchcraft that has invaded your body when you return to the city!"

Wei Jingjie didn't even look back and shouted: "Little fat guy, shut up!"

Tie Jinlin smiled and took out a stack of oilcloth bags. Thanks to Mr. Donkey's blessing, he was able to kill two third-level witch cultivators this time, so he should be able to gain storage space, right?

Three Free Realm masters in the city received the call for help. They had jade pendants that allowed them to freely enter and exit the formation outside the city. They rushed over together and saw several people cleaning up the battlefield. At the same time, they turned their attention to the blood-stained donkey.

Where are the two third-level witch cultivators?



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