"Qing'er, be careful!" The fat man deflected the sword of a spiritual person with one knife, protected Qing'er's back, and kicked the man away with a flying kick.
Qing'er was exhausted at this time, and his steps slowed down. There was not much spiritual power left in his body, and the long sword in his hand could only be used for defense and had no chance of counterattack.
"Come on! They don't have much spiritual power left!" A middle-aged man looked at Fatty and Qing'er not far away, feeling secretly shocked. Unexpectedly, there are people helping those monkeys!
Although these two people are not high in cultivation, their movements are extremely fast, especially the fat man's body is extremely flexible! He has seriously injured several fourth-level guards on his side, and even a fifth-level spiritual master died under his sword.
The middle-aged man looked at the fat man who was fighting bravely, and wondered whether he had any advanced spiritual skills in his hands. He became greedy for a moment, and said with a sullen face: "Kill the woman and keep the man. "
Several more guards swarmed towards Fatty and Qing'er.
"Grandma, it's time to play. Qing'er, can you still hold on?" Fatty and Qing'er stood back to back, looking at the guards surrounding them.
"I'm fine, I can hold on." Qing'er gritted her teeth and insisted, but the trembling blade betrayed the condition inside Qing'er's body.
The fat man couldn't care so much at this time and gritted his teeth: "Damn it!" His fat body rushed towards the guards again.
After several fights, when Fatty and Qing'er stood back-to-back again, they both had a few wounds on their bodies, especially Qing'er, with blood dripping down his arms.
"Kill them!" The middle-aged man standing aside saw that the man and woman in front of him had killed two of his bodyguards at the end of their fight. He was very unhappy. They had delayed their efforts and had to hunt less. How many monkeys to kill!
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the four or five remaining guards rushed towards the fat man and Qing'er with roars.
Qing'er looked at the person rushing toward her and wanted to raise her sword to block him, but her sore and numb arms no longer obeyed her orders and hung motionless by her side.
puff!
Seeing that the guard's sword had already struck Qing'er.
At the critical moment, a short knife flew from the air and inserted into the guard's neck with a pop, taking away the guard's life.
Boom, boom, boom!
Ye Yuxi was extremely fast, jumped up, and kicked the chests of the remaining guards several times, resolving the crisis between Fatty and Qing'er.
"Miss?"
"Boss!"
The eyes of Qing'er and Fatty were full of disbelief. Originally, they knew that today would be a bad day, so they just wanted to fight to the death.
Unexpectedly, Ye Yuxi appeared at the critical moment!
Ye Yuxi resolved the crisis between Fatty and Qing'er and stood there, looking coldly at the middle-aged man not far away.
"Who are you!" The middle-aged man's pupils were filled with surprise! That man's movement... is so weird!
"Where are the others?" Ye Yuxi's voice was cold, filled with murderous intent, and penetrated his ears like a biting cold wind.
The middle-aged man hesitated and did not dare to speak. He himself had the strength of a fifth-level spiritual being, but for some reason, facing this young woman, he could not even think of resisting!
Cackling!
Ye Yuxi made a lightning move without any movement at her feet. She had already reached the middle-aged man, grabbed the middle-aged man's neck with one hand, raised her arm, and lifted the middle-aged man in front of her.
"Uh-uh!" The middle-aged man's pupils were full of astonishment. The slender hand seemed weak, but after it could pinch his neck, it was like an iron pincer!