Under the firelight, there were many figures moving.

The bandits held various weapons and rushed toward Jing Yu.

Some of these people were wearing leather armor.

Some people wore thick leather jackets with a long bow hanging behind them.

I don’t know where I got these equipment from.

After running for a while, the arrows splashed over me like water.

Jing Yu waved a sword wind in front of him and stopped the arrow.

Although the martial arts of these bandits are average, there are simply too many of them.

Just as this group of people fell, another group of people surrounded them.

Jing Yu held his sword and ran with a roar.

This guy didn't just run, he ran in circles around the camp.

A monk from the Yi tribe was hiding among the crowd, trying to sneak up on Jing Yu.

But the moment he rushed over, he was knocked over by Jing Yu's sword.

"Don't you know, young master, that I am a genius student who is rare to see in a hundred years at Huailu Academy? It's just you? Just practice for another hundred years."

Jing Yu was very methodical in his actions, trying to avoid wasting energy on those miscellaneous fish.

Instead, he concentrated on dealing with a few Yi monks.

Soon, three Yi monks died under his sword.

Jing Yu jumped over the crowd with a big jump.

Once again, he went straight to the Yi monk behind the crowd.

"Your dad is here!!"

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Chinese army camp.

Commander Ye Hao listened to the commotion outside and seemed to have no interest.

After glancing at the Yi envoy, he prepared to exit quietly.

Standing here is not as comfortable as lying on a woman's lap.

As soon as his back touched the curtain of the tent, a hand suddenly patted him.

Um?

Ye Hao turned his head subconsciously.

The cold light disappeared in a flash.

Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

After a moment, he fell to the ground with a "plop" sound.

Li Pingan walked in calmly.

The Yi envoy turned his back to Li Ping'an and muttered something.

A wisp of black smoke seeped out of his body.

How could Li Ping'an wait for him to use his powerful move and pass the knife over?

boom!!

The sword flashed, but it seemed to have hit some hard object and bounced back.

The messenger sneered, "I, this spirit-dispersing formation can be called the nemesis of monks.

Whether you are a martial artist or a Qi practitioner.

The lower third-level monks are killing each other indiscriminately, and even the middle-level third-level monks are hard-pressed to deal with it..."

Li Ping'an frowned, "So powerful!?"

The messenger turned around and said, "It's unlucky for you to meet me. Just wait until your spiritual energy is sucked out of your body and you die!"

The surrounding airflow immediately turned black, with a cold atmosphere.

It filled the entire space and twisted into a ball in mid-air.

Li Ping'an showed a fearful expression, "What... what is this!?"

The messenger laughed loudly, "In just a few moments, the spiritual energy in your body will be sucked out, and this will be your burial place."

Li Ping'an: "What? The spiritual energy in my body will be sucked clean?"

No, no!”

The messenger shouted crazily: "Despair, make a sound of despair."

As his shrill voice sounded, the blood and violence in the air became even more intense.

A gloomy pressure suddenly rose in every inch of space.

The murderous aura soaring to the sky filled almost every inch of space, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

Li Ping'an gradually couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

After half a cup of tea.

Li Pingan was lying on the ground, his whole body stiff and his limbs twitching constantly.

The messenger put down the teacup, he had probably finished drinking.

The opponent's "heart pulse" is almost broken, and his energy and blood are extremely weak.

The messenger waved his hand and released the formation.

He was about to leave the camp and kicked Li Ping'an hard on the way.

This guy can't be killed yet, the living are more useful than the dead.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Li Ping'an suddenly burst into flames.

"Whoosh!"

The messenger hurriedly backed away and raised his toes.

It hit the opponent's feet directly and easily defused the opponent's attack.

The messenger retreated to a safe distance, looking surprised.

"impossible!?"

There was no numbness in his arms, no blood flowing out, and nothing serious.

But there was something wrong with the pulse, which was very stable.

Even a little too steady, as if falling asleep.

A thin silver needle was pierced on his arm.

The surrounding acupuncture points seemed to be blocked.

[The benevolence of doctors: acupuncture]

[The power of acupuncture is measured by qi. The qi of the meridians gathers under the needles, and the six needles return to their positions to disperse the qi!!]

The messenger's energy moves the Dantian, uses the spirit to guide the energy, and breaks out the acupuncture points.

Whizzing!!

The silver needle was knocked away from his arm.

Although he quickly broke through the opponent's acupuncture technique, Li Ping'an caught the gap for a moment.

The messenger's sleeve was swept by a strong wind, causing a tear in his sleeve.

Without thinking, he waved his sleeves.

An invisible force burst out and rolled up the flying sword Xiaoyu in his sleeve.

[The swallow flies through the clouds: shrinking the ground into an inch]

boom!!

There was a loud "click" and a huge force came.

Li Ping'an's knee hit the messenger's head hard.

Dark energy shot out all over his body and pierced into the opponent's bones.

The messenger staggered back, so shocked that he almost fainted.
To be continued...