The mine slaves retreated silently, leaving Fu Jingtao standing alone. They had been tortured and squeezed for too long, and they had long given up the idea of ​​resisting. If they could live one more day, they would even be a little bit more concerned about Fu Jingtao's experience.

Gloating - who made this kid so famous just now?

Fu Jingtao knew that begging for mercy was of no use, so before anyone in the Five Elements Hall could take action, he bent his knees and squatted down, vigorously pushing on the ground with his feet, like a powerful tiger suddenly pounced out.

Phew! Figures leaped up and down, and the wind blew loudly.

Those few people were used to being arrogant and domineering. They thought that this mine slave would scare him half to death. They never thought that he would dare to take the initiative. They were stunned for a moment. The man standing in front became furious and cursed: "You little bastard is alive."

Tired of it!" He subconsciously swung his sword and chopped.

At the moment when the light of the sword was about to fall, Fu Jingtao, who seemed to be extremely fast, suddenly paused on his feet, twisted his waist and dodged to the left, and his right hand formed a tiger claw to grab the opponent's shoulder and squeeze it hard. The Five Elements Hall disciple

He screamed "Ouch" in pain, and the steel knife fell from his hand.

Fu Jingtao opened his hand to grab the handle of the knife, and kicked his opponent down. He followed the knife and walked through the disciples of the Five Elements Hall like a fish. He saw the white blade weaving and undulating, and thousands of sparks flying in all directions. Dang, dang, dang.

The sound of metal banging was endless.

Fu Jingtao adopts the strategy of using skill to overcome strength and using fast to defeat slow. He specifically targets the flaw in the opponent's moves and uses the handle or back of the knife to hit his acupoints. None of the disciples of the Five Elements Hall are as high as him, and they are thrown away with miserable screams.

With the weapons in their hands, they were like a group of roosters retreating after losing a fight.

The numb faces of the miners were filled with shock, and hundreds of people were silent. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. A faint fire ignited in the eyes of many people, and the blood that had been dormant for a long time was quietly awakened——

It turns out that these Demon Sect disciples are not invincible!

"Hmph, where did this wild monkey come from?!"

Suddenly hearing the clanging sound of soldiers' armor, a group of fierce and sturdy warriors pushed aside the mining slaves blocking the way and swaggered forward. Their eyes were like lightning, their temples were bulging, and their movements naturally exuded strong demonic aura. The armor

They were stained with blue-black mucus, and some people were carrying the corpses of several poisonous insect monsters in their hands, obviously having just experienced a fight.

The leader of the strong man stood on his head like a steel needle with a heavy back and strong bones. His eyes were as wide as bells. He was holding a saw-toothed machete with a ghost head. He looked like a domineering demon. He stared at Fu Jingtao with an unkind expression, coldly

He said coldly: "Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Fu Jingtao raised his knife to protect his chest vigilantly, and said calmly: "There is no sect or sect."

The devil spit: "Fart! Are you born to be good at martial arts? I want to see how much you weigh!" His arm suddenly raised, a snow-white light curtain suddenly appeared, the wind of the sword hunted, and the strong sword force

His mind twists and roars, wishing he could tear his opponent into pieces.

This is the refined killing move of the Demon Sect, which is ferocious, fierce and violent.

He is huge but not bulky, and every inch of his muscles contains strength. When he moves, he gives people a terrible sense of oppression, and his momentum is unparalleled. Although he despises this young mining slave in his heart, he is not careless when making moves, like a lion.

Botu tried his best.

Fu Jingtao's eyes were so sharp. The moment the demon started to draw the sword, he judged that this person had excellent martial arts skills and experience, and was an extremely difficult person. At that moment, the sole of his foot slipped and deviated from the original position, and he slashed diagonally with the sword with his backhand.

When it comes out, it looks like an antelope hanging its horns, full of energy.

Dang! The steel knife hit the side of the serrated sword, which was exactly the weakest point of the opponent's defense.

The demon let out a cry of surprise, flipped his wrist, and swept the sword horizontally unreasonably. The sword energy spurted out, like the Yangtze River, which was unstoppable!

Sword technique is as important as strength, technique is secondary.

Wherever the blade points, a strong enemy will be killed. Either life or death, no courtesy.

The strength of this knife is condensed, and the blade cuts through the air and emits a harsh scream, which makes the viewer change their color.

Fu Jingtao was naturally at a disadvantage due to the poor circulation of his Qi, and it was impossible to block the enemy with head-to-head confrontation. Doing so would be no different than seeking death.

So he had no choice but to retreat.

He exerted force on his toes, and at the same time, the tip of the knife hit a dangerous point, and stabbed the serrated sword with a sting, and accelerated backwards with the force of the rebound.

The devil's heart brightened when he saw this, and he said disdainfully: "It turns out it's a silver pewter spear head that looks useless! If I don't cut off your head today, my surname will be written backwards!" He followed closely as he spoke, two steps in a row.

The killing moves continued, and the sword energy like a surging cold wave enveloped an area of ​​several feet.

Fu Jingtao immediately fell into a precarious predicament. Even though he was good at martial arts and had mastery of several sects, his internal strength was weak and his light skills were difficult to perform. How could he withstand the attack of this strong man from the demon sect? He could only fight with a few moves, and his hand was weak.

The steel knife was cut off with a click, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

The demon had no mercy and laughed wildly: "You will die today!" He aimed at Fu Jingtao's top door and used all his strength to strike hard.

At this moment, the cold wind blew, and a flash of lightning-like sword light shot from the side.

Before anyone arrived, the sword was biting and cold.

The demon reacted very quickly and shouted angrily: "Xia Shisan!" He twisted his waist and turned sideways. The serrated sword that was halfway through the strike was twisted violently, and the blade turned over and slashed towards the ruthless sword light.

Ding Ding Dang Dang! The shadow is flying, and the cold electricity and cold light are overwhelmed, making people look breathless. Xia Shisan and the magic head are chess and opponents, and no one can occupy the absolute advantage.

I saw the crowd split and opened a passage, and another twenty or thirty warriors with stern faces approached quickly. Most of them wore armors with blood skull patterns. In terms of murderous intent, they were even stronger than those Demon Sect disciples. The leader

The man has a handsome appearance, a head full of silver hair, slender eyes, and a high nose. At first glance, he looks like an elegant and refined white-faced scholar, but in the eyes of an expert, his energy and spirit are as unified as one.

Once you take action, it will definitely be earth-shattering!

When everyone in the Demon Sect suddenly saw this silver-haired man appear, they all showed fear on their faces.

The silver-haired man completely ignored other people's gazes and nodded to Fu Jingtao: "I am Xia Qi, please hand over the baggage behind you to me."

His voice was cold and calm, with an irresistible power.

Fu Jingtao secretly sighed, such an unfathomable strong man actually succumbed to the mine protection team and fought desperately for the Tianmo Sect. It was really a pearl covered in dust.

"Wait a minute!" a witch in black clothes and armor shouted and descended from the sky. She was beautiful and mature, with a tall figure and skin as white as snow. She seemed to be able to draw water with just a pinch - but the mine slaves were so frightened that they immediately closed their eyes.

Don't dare to look at her again.

Xia Qi said in a deep voice: "Ding Ziyan, don't be troublesome!"

The witch Ding Ziyan sneered: "Damn wood, I'm going to cause trouble, what can you do to me?"

Xia Qi frowned and said, "Don't call me wood!"

Ding Ziyan put her hands on her hips and said, "I can scream when I want to, but you're so brave as to bite me! You're a piece of wood!"
Chapter completed!