The Vortex Blade Head rushed into the thick smoke first, wanting to cut Han Ningchu into pieces.
Rushing in with a buzzing sound.
But after a long time, there was no movement. I thought there would be blood splattered on the ground...
But it was eerily quiet in the thick smoke.
Qi Wei frowned and waved his hand to signal the other heads to go in and check the situation.
Before the head went in, a cold voice sounded in the thick smoke.
"Xiao Zhao, draw the talisman."
The tone was cold, but it shocked Qi Wei.
Xiao Zhao heard Han Ningchu's voice in the smoke and responded repeatedly: "Okay! Leave it to me."
"Damn it, he didn't even finish it!"
Qi Wei was a little crazy, thinking that Han Ningchu was definitely dead.
I never thought that the woman actually captured another soul, and judging from her condition, she didn't seem to have suffered any harm.
Xiao Zhao quickly drew a sealing talisman and ran to seal the head in Han Ningchu's hand.
Now, only five of Qi Wei's nine souls were left.
"I didn't expect that I would be forced to this point... It seems that I have no choice but to use that technique, but I need time." Qi Wei whispered.
He looked at Han Ningchu and Zhu Mo who was healing his wounds and had a dilemma on his face: "But can these two guys give me enough time?"
If it were any other opponent, he wouldn't be afraid of not being able to buy time, but facing Zhu Mo and Han Ningchu, he was really scared.
One is mysterious and can approach me without me noticing, while the other one is so strange that even I dare not get close to him.
Although Qi Wei's main means are Taoist magic, his close combat ability is also outstanding. Before he met Han Ningchu, he had never lost to anyone in close combat.
The few blows he had just exchanged with Han Ningchu had made Qi Wei conclude that the woman in this world probably had no rival in close combat.
Just as Qi Wei was struggling, the voice he had been waiting for finally sounded from behind.
"Oh, our ghost Taoist priest is so embarrassed?"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it until I die. It seems that you still need my help."
Zhu Qing appeared with his upper body naked and smiled at Qi Wei.
Behind him stood a group of people, each with a mocking expression on their face.
These guys are all saints that Zhu Qing secretly found.
In order to win the battle with Zhu Mo, he didn't care about any family rules. Zhu Qing would do anything as long as he could win the position of head of the family.
"Don't look at me like that, Xiao Mo." Zhu Qing looked at Zhu Mo with a slight smile and continued:
"Brother has paid too much for the position of the Zhu family's Patriarch, and these friends have long been prepared for emergency use."
"I thought they would be used against the second brother, but I never expected that they would be used against you today."
The smile on Zhu Qing's face gradually disappeared, leaving only indifference and viciousness.
"It's bad! I have seen many of these guys before. They are not only saints, but also heinous criminals wanted by the Ministry of Defense."
Xiao Zhao's face turned pale instantly.
It was already difficult enough to deal with one Qi guard, and now there were nearly twenty more saints.
The internal strife within the Zhu family is really not something that ordinary people can get involved in. He has never seen so many battles between saints in his life.
I guess this mountain will be razed to the ground after the battle.
"Brother...you don't think you are the only one who is prepared?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhu Mo's eyes.
A white figure flew out of the woods behind him.
The woman looked down at Zhu Mo and said coldly, "You should be thankful that I came. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to reattach your arm no matter how hard you tried."
The woman was none other than the former Jingwei team member lurking in the Soul-Destroying Group, Ace of Hearts Ji Yao.
Her healing ability is second only to No. 10 in the Jingwei group, so it is not difficult for her to reconnect Zhu Mo's broken arm.
Ji Yao took off his mask and squatted down to get closer to Zhu Mo.
A lavender gas came out of his mouth and enveloped him completely.
Ji Yao frowned slightly, rolled his eyes at Zhu Mo and said unhappily, "Don't you know that your internal organs are almost shattered?"
"If you had come any later, you would have been a dead body lying on the ground."
The indifferent Ji Yao opened her rosy little mouth and pointed at her mouth.
Zhu Mo asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do you mean? Don't be silly, my girlfriend is over there."
Glancing at Zhu Mo angrily, Ji Yao held his forehead and said helplessly: "If you want to live, open your mouth quickly."
He opened his mouth a little more tentatively.
A light purple gas came out of Ji Yao's mouth and entered Zhu Mo's mouth.
The gas flows slowly in the body like a warm current, bringing warmth and comfort, just like the softest sunshine in spring, making people intoxicated.
"Tsk... come closer, are you afraid that I will molest you?" Ji Yao impatiently reached out and grabbed Zhu Mo's collar and pulled him closer.
The distance between the two of them instantly became less than half a fist's distance.
Zhu Mo immediately glanced to the side and looked at Han Ningchu.
Han Ningchu's face was surprised at first and then suddenly became a little gloomy when he noticed this.
Zhu Mo broke out in a cold sweat when he saw those murderous eyes.
Zhu Qing smiled contemptuously and waved his hand gently, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want to wait until he is healed before fighting?"
Under Zhu Qing's command, the saints around him slowly approached Zhu Mo.
They were all desperate criminals who had no fear at all and had contempt and disdain on their faces.
"Young Master, give me some time. I want to kill them all and turn them into spirits to protect me." Qi Wei said viciously.
Qi Wei snatched an iron rod from the person next to him, then took off his cloth clothes and wrapped it around the top of the iron rod.
Two fingers scratched the other palm and a large amount of blood dripped onto the cloth on the top of the iron rod.
He needed this to draw a spell on the ground, using the magic he had developed over decades of research.
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