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Xiahou Yongli did not take the offensive of the Qinglong tribe seriously. He only looked at the leader, and even took out the weapons in his hand. He grabbed a long sword with his bare hands and fought against the Qinglong tribe. As for the weapons he called over, he pretended that he could not see them, but no matter how he fought, the blades could only pass by, and he never touched the edge of his clothes.

The Qinglong Corps couldn't help but worry. Even so many people could not help Xiahou Yongli. Instead, he was forced to retreat step by step by step. Could it be that he could fight against their members alone?

He also gritted his teeth and fought desperately, but the result seemed to be not ideal. Even if he waved the long sword in his hand desperately, he could not touch Xiahou Yongli. The surroundings were full of swords and swords, and even he was confused. However, Xiahou Yongli in front of him was still staggered, and even his clothes were not scratched. What kind of unpredictable skills is this!

The more everyone fought, the more they became more and more frightened, and the more they fought, the more they became. They had never seen such a powerful person, and they could not be hurt at all under the siege of their Qinglong Altar!

Deyang was already stunned. From the beginning to the moment she was stunned. She only knew that Xiahou Yongli was not weak, but she never thought that she would be "not weak" to this extent!

Under the siege of everyone, he could hardly see his figure clearly, but there was still no trace of blood. Looking at the situation where the other party's people became more and more fierce and more timid as they fought, they knew that Xiahou Yongli still had the upper hand!

puff!

A light sound came, and the people on both sides were slightly shocked. They had to put aside and watch this situation, and they were not qualified to participate in the battle, and even the poor skills could not even see the figure clearly. At this time, they all felt shocked when they heard the sound of the blade entering the flesh. I don’t know who was injured.

Mo Gui's face became even more congested, and his face became stiff and nervous in an instant.

"It must be that leader!" Xiao Luo spoke affirmatively.

Mo Gui looked at the slightly relaxed situation and narrowed his eyes and spoke easily: "Indeed, it should be that leader."

"Young Master can come back." Xiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

"When the thing sees blood, it will chase you. I hope the young master will not be contaminated." Mo Gui spoke in a deep voice and said softly.

"That's okay, just a coat, just throw it away." Xiao Luo answered easily.

boom!

The two of them just said this, and they saw the mud suddenly cracking, and the mud and water around them splashed, rushing several feet high. At the same time, a dark shadow soared into the sky with the cracking mud, and the sound shook the sky, shaking the entire battle group over there.

When Xiahou Yongli was separated from everyone, he immediately retreated and would never dare to delay.

Everyone was a little stunned by the sudden change and looked at the thing that suddenly rushed out. The dark body seemed endless, like a real dragon!

They wanted to look up, but they only saw the mud and water falling all over the sky, as if it was pouring into mud and rain.

The injured Qinglong Collar was struggling to suppress the low roar in his throat. He was seriously injured and almost cut off his left arm by Xiahou Yongli, leaving only a little flesh and blood, almost fainting from the pain. Blood was pouring down from his sleeve tube, and the sleeve tube stuck together in an instant.

But now no one cares whether he is injured, nor does anyone see Xiahou Yongli retreating unstoppable.

Everyone raised their heads and stared at the dark thing in the sky in amazement, rushing towards them like an arrow from a string.

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