The curtain of the carriage opened and Su Zhao walked out of the carriage.

The little white fox followed out and stood at Su Zhao's feet. His black eyes were staring at the three people in front of him like a sharp sword.

Mingjing, Zuozhe and Chu Li fell from the air and stood in front of the carriage. Mingjing looked over and saw that the young man on the carriage was wearing black clothes, with a silver crown on his head and a pair of black boots under his feet.

Su Zhao's face was slightly dark, with a solemn look in his eyes, and his momentum was activated to the extreme. Su Zhao looked down at the little white fox, and the little white fox nodded.

Su Zhao could not feel their realm at all with the cultivation level of the other three, and could only roughly feel the pressure from the three of them. Their cultivation level was above the fifth level of the Taoist foundation. Only the cultivation level of the sixth level or the seventh level could Su Zhao not see through it.

Mingjing was dressed in white, quite cruel. The immortal spirit of a cultivator could not feel any of the traitors on Mingjing. Mingjing's body was more of aura that only those who were superiors had. Su Zhao felt that Mingjing must be a person who was obsessed with power.

Behind Mingjing, two equally powerful men, wearing white clothes, one holding a short knife in his hand and a wicked smile on his face; the other holding a long sword in his arms, with a vicious plot in his cold eyes.

When Su Zhao saw the three of them, he thought to himself: The strength of the three of them is above the fifth level of the Dao Foundation. My cultivation is at the fifth level of the Dao Foundation. I can fight with practitioners who reach the sixth level of the Dao Foundation, but I cannot fight against the three of them. Moreover, the aura of the man in white is stronger than that of the two behind him. It may be the seventh level of the Dao Foundation. This place is almost a hundred miles away from the capital, and I often fight. I can't do it in a short time if I want to seek the help of my senior brother! It seems that only if I fight the little fox to death, or if I swallow the earth spirit beads and enter the sixth level of the Dao Foundation, I can defeat these three people!

Mingjing's Taoist technique was broken by Su Zhao, and Mingjing's jade-like face was filled with a smile. He looked at Su Zhao and smiled, but there was no emotion. Mingjing said: You killed Xunying, we are here to avenge Xunying. I borrow your life to pay tribute to Xunying. We will do it regardless of whether you agree or not.

Su Zhao's heart was even more entangled. He was looking for the Taoist sect to avenge him. Su Zhao calmed down and said: You are from Donghai Pavilion, and the prince of Qi asked you to get rid of me?

Ming Jing shook his head, very free and easy, and said casually: The prince of Qi does not have this ability yet. I have already said that he is here to take your life. In order to seek revenge, don’t delay time. Once we fight, no one dares to come here.

Senior brother, what are you talking about? I took his head! Chu Li held a spear and jumped high, flew out from behind Mingjing, and his spiritual power surged out. The gun was like a dragon, and the person was like the wind. The dragon took advantage of the wind to kill Su Zhao.

Su Zhao was not confused at all, and used the magic spell with his left hand to perform the magic spell: Thousands of magic shapes, the Taoist orders of all gods!

A red shadow of the god appeared above Su Zhao. Ming Jing and Thiaokong frowned slightly when they saw this. Thiaokong thought: Why does the cultivation level of this human foundation, the fifth level of cultivation seems to be similar to mine?

Break! A giant dragon transformed from spiritual power on Chu Li's spear suddenly spurted forward. The giant dragon cleared the obstacles for Chu Li behind him and quickly rushed towards Su Zhao.

Kill! Su Zhao shouted softly, and the red angel above his head suddenly fell down.

The red god disappeared, but the sword light slashed out by the god turned into an extremely sharp sword light, facing Chu Li. Su Zhao cast the magic spell again, and another red god condensed and appeared in the sky. When the god appeared, he waved his sword and slashed it.

The second sword light followed the first sword light and rushed towards Chu Li.

The first red sword light slashed onto the giant dragon transformed into Chu Li's spiritual power, cut off the dragon's head, the giant dragon turned into spiritual energy and dissipated, and the second sword light quickly rushed to Chu Li.

Chu Li pulled the gun and blocked it. With a loud bang, Chu Li retreated more than 30 meters, ten feet apart. Chu Li's face turned black, and the coldness in his eyes became even colder. His spiritual power was circulating at a rapid speed. Chu Li caught an arrow in the spear in his hand. Chu Li formed a seal with both hands and used his strongest Taoist technique.

Yulin Bow!

A transparent bow shadow more than two meters long slowly condensed in front of Chu Li. Su Zhao's eyes were solemn. He wiped his palm back, input his spiritual power into the pine nut mustard seeds, and took out his kitchen knife.

In Su Zhao's other hand, he was also holding a jade pendant, which called a magic spell.

Su Zhao's face was solemn and his eyes were cold. Just a cultivator holding a gun made Su Zhao feel a little difficult. If the three of them took action together, Su Zhao felt something was wrong.

They hadn't taken action in the capital for more than ten days. They turned out to be waiting for me here and wanted to kill me with one blow. But it was not that easy to kill me. Even if my deity was killed, my clone would be alive and would kill all of you! Su Zhao's heart turned sharply, and Yu Guang saw the carriage behind him, his eyes were a little dim, and he might not be able to protect Liu Qingzhu.

Chu Li was condensing Taoist techniques. Su Zhao's murderous intent flashed through his eyes. He kicked the ground behind him with his left foot. The ground instantly cracked into a spider-web-like shattering, and there was a small pit in the center of the dense cracks.

Su Zhao's figure turned into a afterimage, leaving a regular black shadow in the air, killing Chu Li.

Chu Li sneered, and the bow transformed from the spiritual power in front of him quickly condensed. He shouted: Hundred steps to penetrate the willows!

The spear was like a sharp arrow, and it rushed towards Su Zhao quickly, trying to penetrate Su Zhao's body.

Su Zhao held a short knife and faced the spear.

when!

A golden sound sounded, and Su Zhao retreated ten meters away with a short knife. Chu Li looked at Su Zhao with shocked expression. Chu Li was frightened and murmured: How could he be my Yulin bow!

Mingjing's eyes were playful, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said: "Thief the sky, go and help Chu Li."

Thieves turned the dagger in their hand and nodded: OK!

The thief threw the dagger in his hand, and the dagger teared the air, and the sound of breaking through the air came out, stabbing Su Zhao behind.

Su Zhao immediately turned around and slashed the short sword in his hand, but the speed of the dagger was too fast, and Su Zhao did not block it. The dagger stabbed Su Zhao's chest. When Su Zhao's chest touched the dagger, golden Taoist texts began to condense. Under the powerful pressure of the dagger, they began to collapse. Su Zhao's chest seemed to have a layer of grid, and the dagger was stabbing inside, and the grid was resisting the dagger.

Puff! The dagger finally pierced less than half a minute, and a thread of blood flowed out of Su Zhao's chest.

The dagger immediately returned, turned a corner in the air, and returned to the Thief's hand. The Thief's white clothes fluttered, with an evil smile on his face: Boy, you can't stop my knife, hurry up and take it yourself to save the waste of my spiritual power!

Liu Qingzhu sat in the carriage. Seeing Su Zhao being injured, she couldn't help but exclaim, and then quickly covered her little mouth. She did not dare to make a sound, so as not to affect Su Zhao's battle.

Liu Qingzhu took out a dagger from the carriage. The cold blade of the dagger was like a ray of light, and it was not an ordinary soldier.

Liu Qingzhu's eyes were firm: If my husband was killed, I would not survive.

The little white fox squatted on the carriage, looking at Mingjing with a slightly cold eyes. It also wanted to take action to help Su Zhao resist the powerful enemy.

Su Zhao used his spiritual power to seal the wound on his chest. Su Zhao said coldly: If you want me to commit suicide, what are you? If it is a one-on-one, I will kill you as simple as killing a pig!

You! The thief was caught in the air, and your eyes were cold. The short knife in your hand was thrown out again. The short knife drew a beautiful arc in the air, but with a sharp murderous intent. It was an obvious attack on Su Zhao's chest, but in fact it was an attack on Su Zhao's vest.

The short sword was very fast, and Su Zhao couldn't help it. This was the first time he had suffered a loss that was not as fast as a human in the hands of a practitioner of similar realms.

The short sword turned one meter in front of Su Zhao and stabbed Su Zhao behind him. Su Zhao knew that he could not dodge and did not intend to dodge. Regardless of the short sword's attack, Su Zhao rushed to the thief.

In Su Zhao's palm, the Xiaoqing Sword had been taken out of the pine mustard seed by him. The other party was accumulating strength, and Su Zhao was also accumulating strength. The spiritual power was finally filled with the Xiaoqing Sword. Su Zhao originally decided to use the Xiaoqing Sword to kill the man in white first, but the speed of stealing the sky was too fast, so Su Zhao had to go out of the sky first.

The short sword of the thief followed Su Zhao and suddenly stabbed into Su Zhao's vest. On the skin of Su Zhao's back, the golden Taoist literature appeared again. The Taoist literature was like a copper wall and the short sword could not be penetrated easily.

Thief narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Taoist Technique in his hand kept urging. The short knife turned into a poisonous dragon drill, and suddenly pierced more than a dozen golden Taoist essays, pierced into Su Zhao's vest.

Puff! The bright red blood flowed out instantly.

The short sword was about to be inserted into it, but flew out from Su Zhao's heart. Su Zhao's face changed in surprise and immediately used his spiritual power to resist the short sword.

The coachman was so scared that he hid under the car and did not dare to look up. He had no chance to participate in the battle of the practitioner.

Liu Qingzhu's pretty face was filled with a look of shock and worry. She nippled her red lips lightly, and held the dagger with her hands tightly.

A red light was ready to spurt out from the little white fox's mouth, trying to save Su Zhao.

A cold light flashed in Su Zhao's eyes, Ming Jing felt something was wrong, and he loudly reminded Thiaokong: Be careful of the other party's sneak attack!

Thief was urging the short knife to stab Su Zhao's heart with all his strength. As long as the short knife stabbed Su Zhao's heart, the spiritual power and evil energy on the short knife would destroy Su Zhao's vitality and make Su Zhao die on the spot.

Everything was planned well, the short knife kept spinning, turning into something like a poisonous dragon drill, drilling inside behind Su Zhao.

The blue little sword suddenly flew out of Su Zhao's hand and turned into a blue light, instantly piercing Thomas' heart. Thomas' face was frozen and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

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