There was a loud sound of weapons colliding, and then a figure flew backwards towards Qin Shuang uncontrollably, but it was Zhang Ying from the third floor of the Immortal King. Her opponent, a fifth-level Immortal King, completely suppressed her.
Qinshuang stretched out her hand to catch Zhang Ying's backside, released her strength slightly, and then supported Zhang Ying. The fifth-level Immortal King opposite saw that Qin Shuang was only a first-level Immortal King. Even with Zhang Ying, he was confident that he could kill the two people. He let out a hideous laugh and rushed towards Zhang Ying who had just stabilized his footing.
"You all die!" In his hand was a long hair, which he stabbed at Zhang Ying's chest, trying to string together Zhang Ying and Qin Shuang, who was standing behind Zhang Ying.
"Don't be afraid!"
Zhang Ying's face was pale and her breath was fluctuating violently, but she still stood in front of Qin Shuang, stabbing the tip of the spear with the fairy sword in her hand.
"Qiang!"
The tip of the sword and the tip of the spear collided together. At this moment, Qin Shuang flicked his fingers, and a gust of wind hit the tip of the spear. The Immortal King of the Hundred Clans felt a strong impact on the tip of his spear, causing the spear in his hand to rise high.
Zhang Ying's spirit was lifted. She didn't know why the other party acted like this, but she knew that this was a rare opportunity, and the sword in her hand stabbed toward the other party's heart.
"boom!"
Then he saw a breastplate suddenly emerge from the opponent's chest, blocking Zhang Ying's fairy sword. The breastplate released a dark-yellow light, making it difficult for her fairy sword to make any progress.
Zhang Ying's face changed drastically, because at this time, the spear in the opponent's hand was thrust towards her again.
"Pfft..."
The breastplate suddenly became as fragile as a piece of paper. Zhang Ying's fairy sword suddenly penetrated the opponent's heart, and the opponent's spear hung down feebly.
"Qiang..."
The sword energy shot out in the opponent's body, instantly turning the opponent into a pulp.
Zhang Ying stood there blankly, looking down at the fairy sword in her hand, and a thought came to her mind, when did her Feihong Sword become so powerful
"You're so awesome!" Qin Shuang patted Zhang Ying excitedly: "Thank you for saving me."
Zhang Ying had a dumb look on her face, looked back at Qin Shuang, and then looked back at the Feihong Sword in her hand.
"The Feihong Sword has killed many monks. Have you upgraded yourself?"
"Buzz..."
Qin Shuang suddenly pulled Zhang Ying, and her figure had appeared ten meters away. At their original place, a huge wind blade cut a deep groove into the ground.
"Concentrate, we're fighting!" Qin Shuang patted Zhang Ying on the back.
"Boom..."
An Immortal Emperor of the Holy Land Alliance stopped the Immortal Emperor of the Hundred Races who had just released the Wind Blade. One was of the fire attribute and the other was of the wind attribute. In an instant, the sky was blazing with wind and fire, and the entire sky was illuminated red.
"Qiang!"
Qin Shuang's eyes fell on the Immortal Emperor in black clothes and black sword in the distance. At this time, the Immortal Emperor in black clothes had climbed up from the ground, and the Immortal Emperor opposite was stabbing him with a big gun. The black knife in the hand of the Immortal Emperor in black slashed out, and a ball of black light suddenly exploded, and black flames spread in all directions.
The big gun flew away from his hand, and the figure of the Immortal Emperor holding the gun began to crack like a spider web, exploding into countless pieces with a bang.
"Plop!"
The Immortal Emperor in black fell to the ground, his head knocking a crater out of the ground.
Two members of the Hundred Clans Alliance died, leaving thirty people. There are still twenty-eight people in the Holy Land Alliance, but the Immortal Emperor in black has obviously lost his fighting ability. There is also Qin Shuang who is regarded as a drag. In fact, there are twenty-six people. The opponent is still four more than here. People still have the advantage. And at this time, people on the Holy Land Alliance side were starting to get injured one after another.
"Qin Shuang, you... run away!" Zhang Ying swallowed and said.
"What about you?" Qin Shuang asked.
"I..." Zhang Ying tightened the sword in her hand: "I can still fight!"
There was a hint of respect in Qin Shuang's eyes: "I can fight too!"
"You..." Zhang Ying looked at Qin Shuang speechlessly, and then saw the bow and arrow that Qin Shuang had taken out at some point: "Are you a shooter?"
"Yeah!" Qin Shuang nodded proudly: "A very powerful shooter!"
"Help Li Kuan!" Zhang Ying suddenly said urgently.
Li Kuan was another third-level Immortal King. At this time, he was being flanked by two third-level Immortal Kings. His chest and back were exposed with white bones.
"Confinement!"
An Immortal King released his Taoist magic, and Li Kuan felt his body stiffen, and then he broke free from his confinement. But at this moment, despair appeared in his eyes, and the ax in the hand of another Immortal King of the Hundred Races was less than three inches away from his head.
"When... puff puff..."
An arrow hit the big axe, and the huge force knocked the big ax aside, grazing Li Kuan's shoulder and slashing down. Two more arrows penetrated the eyebrows of the two Immortal Kings of the Hundred Clans, destroying It penetrated their sea of consciousness and exploded their souls.
"Puff thump thump..."
The two Immortal Kings of Hundred Clans fell to the ground.
"Ah...ah?"
Zhang Ying's weird screams sounded next to Qin Shuang. When he saw that Li Kuan was about to be hacked to death by a giant axe, he screamed, and then the scream turned around and it was an unbelievable scream. Then he numbly turned to look at Qin Shuang, who smiled brightly:
"My archery skills are so good!"
"Boom boom boom..."
Qin Shuang kept shooting arrows, one by one, first the Immortal King, then the Immortal Emperor, and then the Immortal Emperor. But before the breathless time passed, the Immortal King and the Immortal Emperor, a monk from hundreds of tribes, were shot by Qin Shuang. , there were only three monks from the Hundred Clans Alliance left on the ground, one Earth Master and two Human Masters. At this time, the Earth Lord was fighting with the Holy Land Alliance Earth Lord, and the two Human Lords were outflanking the Holy Land Alliance Earth Lord. The two Earth Lords fought equally, but the Human Lord from the Holy Land Alliance was seriously injured, stretched thin, and covered in blood.
"You go and kill that archer, and then massacre the others!" shouted a man from a hundred tribes.
At this time, the Holy Land Alliance Renzun, who had been severely damaged, did not have much counterattack. It was the Hundred Clansmen Renzun alone. Even if he could not kill the Holy Land Renzun, he could still completely suppress him. In his opinion, Qin Shuang's archery skills are powerful, but his teammate is a human being. Killing Qin Shuang, an immortal king, is like killing a chicken, and then he slaughters all the remaining monks who are not immortal kings.
There are all ants under the Immortal Lord. This is not said casually. No matter how many Immortal Kings, Immortal Emperors and Immortal Emperors there are, they are still ants in front of an Immortal Lord.
"good!"
The leader of the Hundred Tribes instantly left the battle circle and flew towards Qin Shuang. The holy land man wanted to intercept it, but he was unable to do so. The image of the Holy Land figure flew through the air at an extremely fast speed.
but…
His figure suddenly rushed out to the left.
"Puff..."
The figure in the air froze and fell towards the ground.
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(End of chapter)