Chapter 2215

The poor strange eye in the sky watched more and more top human strongmen appear here, and a roar came out of his mouth, and a series of languages came out of his mouth. These languages entered people's ears, and they were automatically translated into human languages: "you shameless humans, you didn't expect martial arts to decline, and there were so many martial arts strongmen. Are you young people going to hunt me?"

Xiao Bing and others looked up, but they saw that the poor strange appearance was like a red cow, his hair was like a hedgehog, a pair of big wings, and his pupils were shining yellow.

Xiao Bing looked up at the big guy and said, "poor Qi?"

"Exactly!" Poor Qi's volume seems to be nearly a kilogram, huge, with the strongest smell of evil that Xiao Bing has ever seen.

Xiao Bing shouted, "you've done too much evil. We'll take you today."

"Hahaha, with you kids?" Poor Qi laughed, but he was not afraid at all, but when he saw Xiao Bing, he obviously became much more afraid.

Xiao Bing has also seen the specific strength of this poor Qi. Poor Qi has definitely reached the demigod realm, but it is definitely much stronger than the demigod realm among humans. I'm afraid it's difficult for even the false gods to win it.

However, Xiao Bing can at least ensure that he is invincible in the face of poor Qi alone. Plus these people around him... It is impossible to lose to poor Qi, but the only thing to be careful is whether this poor Qi can be stopped if he really desperately wants to escape.

"You want to take me, but you don't know that your ancestors once wanted to take me, but I swallowed the heads of your human ancestors. Well... The same is true of demons and Protoss, which are also my food." Poor Qi roared triumphantly, "even in the mythological age, you couldn't kill me. Compared with those strong men in the mythological age, you are too insignificant now. You can kill me with your help? However... I want to swallow your head. I haven't tasted such delicious food for thousands of years."

Xiao Bing smiled and said, "it depends on whether you have that skill, go!"

Xiao Bing directly flew up in the air, took out the soul chasing stick in his hand, gave a thunderbolt roar in his mouth, raised his hand and smashed it. Xiao bing used all his strength at once, only felt that time and space were almost torn, and the veins on his arm protruded, and roared in his mouth, "get down!"

Xiao Bing wants to drop it from the sky, which is more convenient for everyone to fight in groups. Without the role of wings, this poor power will be greatly reduced.

Poor Qi's voice said in a muffled voice, "you can't measure your strength!"

Its body suddenly burst into red light, which wrapped it up. Xiao Bing hit the red light at once. Poor Qi's body really fell slowly, but it directly withstood 80% of Xiao Bing's power. Otherwise, it would not fall slowly, but quickly.

Xiao Bing was also surprised at this moment. This poor Qi suddenly erupted such a powerful force. Then he suddenly found that poor Qi opened his mouth, and a strong sense of crisis made Xiao Bing's hair stand upright. Xiao Bing immediately flashed away, and a red light burst out of poor Qi's mouth. Although Xiao Bing dodged quickly, the speed of this light was too fast, which was almost comparable to the speed of light, Xiao Bing's shoulder was still touched, and a large piece of meat disappeared instantly, dripping with blood.

Xiao Bing's aching mouth grinned, and his right hand quickly pressed his left arm to temporarily slow down the flow of blood. At this time, poor Qi suddenly stopped the falling momentum, and said in a muffled voice: "don't think that a false god can kill me!"

It rushed straight to Xiao Bing, and made a cry like a dragon rather than a dragon, like a cow rather than a cow.

Its body had just rushed to half, and suddenly turned around quickly, but he saw that Xu Mu and the pope had already rushed to the rear of it. After it turned around, its body suddenly disappeared in place. Then the Pope was hit hard and fell to the ground, and poor Qi disappeared again. Then Xu Mu suddenly felt the sky was dark, and he raised his hands and supported poor Qi's mouth, It turned out that poor Qi didn't know when he had opened his mouth above and wanted to swallow Xu Mu's head.

Xu Mu's hands supported poor Qi's mouth, and his mouth gave a burst of drink, trying to tear poor Qi's head, and poor Qi also made crazy efforts to bite off Xu Mu's hands. Xu Mu quickly fell, supporting poor Qi's mouth to fall, and then he raised poor Qi high and hit the ground heavily.

Bang bang, four or five times in a row, poor Qi had to release Xu Mu's hand. He was hit dizzy and swollen. As soon as he got up from the ground, he was alone by a group of experts.

Zui gyro's Zen stick was the fastest one. When his head fell, Zui gyro's eyes widened with a bang, but his Zen stick failed to break the red light on the surface of poor Qi's body. Then his huge body directly flew upside down, and the Zen stick also fell heavily to the ground.

Six fingers burst into yellow light, and the crutch in his hand directly stabbed poor Qi's eyes. Poor Qi was surprised and said, "are you a Protoss? Did the Protoss and human join hands again?"

With a bang, six fingers also flew out.

Then there was Li Chaoyang. Li Chaoyang slapped his palm on the red light, and then he felt an evil smell that made his hair stand upright all over his body, which shocked him. His throat was sweet, he swallowed the blood forcibly, and also flew back upside down.

"I'll come!" Mo long calmly said, and he quickly made a knife, which was fast to the extreme.

Chen Baijian beside said calmly, "Baijian skill!"

But I saw hundreds of sword lights that could pierce the void and went straight to the poor Qi.

The light of the knife and the light of the sword intersected, forming a power almost comparable to that of the strong man at the demigod level. Finally, the blood red power on the body surface of poor Qi began to be torn and cut. At this time, a terrible red light came out of poor Qi's mouth. The light was too fast and too fast, sweeping towards Chen Baijian and Mo long. Chen Baijian and Mo Longyan couldn't escape, Suddenly, a voice came from one side again: "guardian of angels!"

A white light wall blocked between them and poor Qi. When the red force hit the guardian of the angel, the light wall trembled violently, but it finally blocked this terrible light. Mo long and Chen Baijian turned their heads to the long relaxed Pope, nodded and said, "thank you, Mr. Pope."

The pope said with a dignified face, "the power of this guy is definitely far beyond the demigod. It's terrible."

The sword light and sword light constantly smashed the red light in the outer layer of poor Qi's body. Seeing the thin layer, you can completely smash the red light of the gang cover similar to the human warrior. The knife light and sword light finally dissipated at this time.

Poor Qi was about to laugh, when he suddenly found that a figure hit before the red light had not yet re formed a new protective cover, and instantly broke the last thin layer of protection. Before poor Qi reacted, he directly hit poor Qi's head, and poor Qi fell to the ground side by side.

This shadow is naturally Xiao Bing. After Xiao Bing stopped the blood, he has been observing the fighter. He knows that these people can bring some difficulties to poor Qi, but it must be impossible to kill poor Qi, and even seriously hurt poor Qi. Poor Qi is more treacherous and cunning than he imagined. If he finally finds that there is a real danger of being killed, poor Qi will certainly escape, So he kept pretending to be seriously injured, waiting for the chance to give poor Qi a fatal blow.

At this moment, although poor Qi didn't die, he was almost stunned, and his eyes were blurred. Then, the soul chasing stick in Xiao Bing's hand hit him like rain, and poor Qi's mouth howled with pain and anger. At this moment, all the others rushed up and besieged him.

All kinds of attacks began to rain. Even though poor Qi had extremely abnormal defense, it seemed even more difficult to escape under the attack of these people.

Suddenly, poor Qi's body expanded rapidly, and at the same time, Xiao Bing felt the power of terror burning in poor Qi's body. Mo long suddenly shouted, "not quite right, it seems that he is going to explode, let's get back!"

Everyone flocked back, and Xiao Bing originally planned to retreat. Such a terrible force, once there was an explosion, poor Qi naturally had to die, but others must also be buried with him.

But just when Xiao Bing was about to retreat with others, Xiao Bing vaguely found a trace of satisfaction in poor Qi's eyes that was completely imperceptible. He immediately didn't retreat but entered, and the soul chasing stick in his hand directly hit poor Qi's huge head.

Poor Qi was shocked. With a bang, his head was hit, and his eyes were black again. His body shook and staggered to the side. At the same time, he kept asking, "are you not afraid of death? Are you not afraid that the energy in my body will kill you after the explosion?"

"Not afraid!" Xiao Bing's eyes seemed unusually calm, and his eyes became wise and profound. Word by word, he said, "because my eyes have seen through you, you won't commit suicide. You're not the kind of beast that will commit suicide!"

The terrible force burning in poor Qi's body began to dissipate. At this time, his whole body was covered with bruises, including knife wounds, sword wounds, and other injuries. Although it was basically just some skin injuries, he also knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would not be able to make a good deal today, so he had a retreat in his heart, and after he rose the retreat in his heart, he did not leave immediately, but the breath of terror continued to rise, His mouth gathered a more terrifying red light, and his mouth was aimed at Xiao Bing.