Soon after, the monk who came after greed had already seen Xia Qi’s figure and sat cross-legged on Xia Qi. Although it was certain that he was seriously injured, a group of people still dared not make a move.

Just now, Xia Qi gave a shock, which was too great. Nine days away from the fire, everything was burned out, and even the master of the deification period was wiped out, which made these monks feel scared.
"Everybody together! He has been seriously injured. I’m afraid he can’t move at this time! "
Someone shouted at the back of the crowd. Suddenly, many monks close to Xia Qi showed some conation. An ambush enveloped Xia Qi and seemed to be testing.
Xia Qi nothing happened. At this time, he hasn’t refined Dan medicine. If these monks make moves at this time, he has no resistance at all.
A moment later, someone finally couldn’t bear to step close to Xia Qi and then threw a dagger with cold light shining directly towards Xia Qi’s chest to assassinate him.
The light of the sword is shining like a ghost, and Xia Qi is in a hurry. At this time, he will refine a little medicine to restore a little real money, but it is a little slow!
"Sniff!"
Broken arrow hit Xia Qinai and evaded it slightly sideways, but the left shoulder didn’t finish hiding the dagger. It directly pierced the shoulder and was embedded in the flesh and blood, and Xia Qi’s half body was dyed red.
"Xia Qi devil really has been seriously injured!"
A group of monks were more excited than immediately, and more than a dozen people took out a magic weapon at the same time, and the real yuan fluctuation came towards Xia Qi.
More than a dozen magic weapons, Bao Guang, flashed quite uncommon and swept in, and Xia Qi was about to be instantly killed into a paste. But at this moment, Xia Qi’s eyes suddenly flashed off!
His body has recovered a trace of truth at this critical juncture!
"Boom!"
At the moment, a sharp momentum suddenly broke out from Xia Qishen and swept across the world.
"A group of buffoons also dare to play my mind? Give me to die! "
Xia Qi binge drinking momentum wild eyes sharp, and then directly punched a fist like a dragon, vaguely dragons issued directly to meet more than a dozen magic weapons.
"Hey!"
The fist magic weapon is crunchy at the moment of touching, and more than ten magic weapons are smashed into pieces in this instant. More than a dozen monks are spouting blood and flying out!
"Give me death!"
Xia Qi eyes light cold low drink a fist loosen the palm of your hand and then hold more than ten pieces of broken magic weapon fragments a slight jilt toward a dozen monks penetration.
"poof!" "poof!" "poof!"
A sharp sword enters the body, and the sound keeps ringing. More than a dozen monks are horrified and want to retreat, but it is already late. More than a dozen magic weapon fragments run through the blood from a vital part of the body.
"ah! Let’s go. Xia Qi’s devil root has not lost his ability to shoot! "
Many monks were horrified to see this scene. Just now, the shocking scene of Xia Qi erasing the master’s mind in the deification period reappeared, and suddenly they turned pale and ran away regardless of everything.
Xia Qi didn’t care about these leaving monks. His eyes were cold and his eyes were lucky enough to leave without saying anything from these hearts. The monk swept away with a cold flank.
"He must be bluffing!"
Someone shouted and then hid behind him.
"Sniff!"
Xia Qi refers to a sword that directly cuts a sword light across a corner and directly cuts the head of this person and falls to the ground. The expression is horrified.
Xia Qi is really empty at this time. If these monks coax him, he will definitely run! However, there were many fears among the monks present, and no one was the first to coax them, which gave Xia Qi a breathing space.
At this time, he recovered a ray of truth, and the longer it took, the faster he recovered. For Xia Qi, every second was of great benefit to him.
A group of monks were shocked again, and more than a dozen monks left silently.
However, there are still dozens of people who will never retreat and have poor eyesight. It is obvious that they have decided to take risks and slay Xia Qi to seize the magic weapon.
Xia Qi will never move and seize every opportunity to restore Zhenyuan. With these monks close to him, their eyes are cold and there is no limited killing of feelings.
Dozens of monks joined together to wrap Xia Qi heavily, and the longer they dragged on, the more beneficial it was for Xia Qi. After they came near, they made moves at the same time.
"Boom!"
Dozens of monks have offered magic weapons, swords, halberds, Zhong Ding gourds, all kinds of flashing treasures, like a storm, and some monks have made all kinds of decisions, suddenly shining brightly and all kinds of attacks have rained down.
"Kill Xia Qi devil!"
"Kill Xia Qi together to win the magic weapon!"
These monks shouted and seemed to give themselves courage again. Before the first round of attack reached Xia Qi, they played a second round of attack, in which all kinds of brilliance shone and Xia Qi’s figure was completely submerged.
"Hum!"
The first attack was a statue of a tripod with four feet, which was suppressed by the primitive atmosphere of Fang Ding, as if Xia Qi were to be directly included in it.
Seeing that this big tripod is about to fall from Xia Qi’s head, it has always been calm. Xia Qi has finally changed. He has grown up and his momentum has risen. He leaned out with one hand and directly grasped the first big tripod in his hand.
"None of you can run today!"
Xia Qi was cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and then grabbed the cauldron with one hand and a real yuan poured into it. The overbearing ratio directly erased the master’s knowledge of the cauldron, and then used the cauldron as a weapon to smash all the incoming magic weapons and magical powers.
At this time, instead of being a seriously injured person, he waved the cauldron vigorously and swept across the square, and dozens of magic weapons hit him. Among them, there were magic weapons of heaven and magic weapons of spirit, but all of them were shattered and scattered everywhere, causing many monks to be seriously injured by these fragments directly.
"poof!"
Xia Qi stepped forward and grabbed the cauldron in his hand and swept it out directly. If two monks came closer, they would directly blow their brains out and splash red cauldron.
"Let’s go together and don’t retreat!"
Many monks panic and want to retreat. At this time, some people drink and want to seize the last chance to encircle Xia Qi and launch a series of vicious attacks again.
Xia Qi stepped forward steadily like a fiend holding a cauldron. Every step of the way, several monks were blown up and their flesh splashed and completely disappeared.
However, for a moment, there were more than a dozen monks whose bodies exploded to death, which was extremely miserable. This piece of land was turned into a piece of red blood, and there were several residual limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere, just like a person’s purgatory, which was unbearable to witness.
Xia Qishen was also covered with blood, and even a lot of brains were mixed together, which was disgusting and creepy, but he still looked like a fiend, and his steps were like the sound of death.
"when!"
The tenacious cauldron was blasted by Xia Qi for more than a dozen monks in a row. Finally, when it smashed a monk’s skull, it was mixed with the monk’s skull, and a big gap appeared.
"bang!"
But Xia Qi still didn’t stop. He was enjoying a killing feast. Nothing can stop the broken cauldron from waving, and everything will be blown up.
"ah! Xia Qi devil possessed! "
"The demon body is unstoppable and flee!"
Many monks are frightened, no matter who continues to encourage them, they have been killed by Xia Qi, and their fighting spirit is scattered like a lost dog.
The rapid change of roles surprised everyone.
A moment ago, Xia Qi was facing a mortal situation. A moment later, Xia Qi turned into a god to kill many monks, and he could escape from the place where he was hunted.
"I said none of you want to escape!"
Xia Qi cold mouth he really yuan recovery faster and faster at this time, although the distance from the peak is thousands of miles away, but it is a piece of cake to deal with these monks at most in the early days of Yuan Ying.
"Hey!"
He threw a tripod and smashed the heads of three or four monks in succession, then picked it up and held a long sword in his hand. There was blood dripping. He didn’t care about stepping forward, and the sword stabbed from time to time.
Every time a sword is stabbed, a monk dies, or his head penetrates, or he is punctured in the abdomen, or his head is beheaded. The death is terrible and frightening.
"poof!"
Xia Qi killed a monk and looked around. The last one fled to the distance. He rolled up the sword in his hand and threw it out directly.