Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 1681: A foot like flowing water

The first thousand six hundred and eighty-one chapters, a foot like flowing water

"We can't go out! We will definitely die if we go out!"

The selected monks glanced at each other, stood up together, gathered together, and looked at Zhao Lang with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Lang was originally staring at Ning Qi, and he cast a cold glance at them: "If you can't get out, I can't help you!"

"Roar!"

A roar came from outside, and accompanied by a few screams, the expressions of everyone changed and they walked to the entrance of the ruined temple and looked far away.

Ning Qi and the others are no exception.

I saw a translucent phantom in the distance, holding a head and a headless corpse in his hands, making a roar to the sky. The clothing on this phantom is very old, probably Died for hundreds of thousands of years or even millions of years of existence!

It seems to be aware of the situation of the ruined temple here, and the phantom gaze shoots here in vain!

Xiao Wuye and others looked at each other and suddenly shot. Among the monks selected by Zhao Lang, some were only the creator of the first calamity, and some were the creator of the second calamity. Faced with the group of Xiao Wuye, they were enough to join forces with the four. The sect Tianjiao that the robbers contended against was completely vulnerable to a single blow, and was directly suppressed by them, and then he was thrown out of the ruined temple fiercely!

"You must die!"

The monks roared at Xiao Wuye and the others in the **** rain, and then fled around, because Xiao Wuye and the others were standing at the entrance of the ruined temple. When killed by the soul of the ancient powerhouse, escape to the next refuge point!

The eyes of the monks who have not been selected have a hint of compassion. If their cultivation base is a little lower, they will be thrown out today.

In the world of spiritual practice, who has the big fist, who has the final say!

"There are three more people!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on the three of Ning Qi, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Are you going out by yourself or me?"

Tu Kong's eyes flickered, but there was a glimmer of expectation in his heart. If Ning Qi and the three were thrown outside the ruined temple and beheaded by the soul of the ancient powerhouse, a lump would be removed from his heart.

"Senior..."

Bu Shaofeng brother and sister looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled, ignoring Zhao Lang, Xiao Wuye and others saw it, and cast a glance at Zhao Lang. Zhao Lang felt annoyed and walked straight to Ning Qi, a mighty creation. The power rushed out of him!

Everyone was slightly startled, because Zhao Lang's move was not to throw Ning Qi and the others outside the ruined temple, but to directly kill Ning Qi!

"It is indeed a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect, acting so domineering!"

Many monks secretly slandered themselves.

Just when everyone was very sure that Ning Qi and the three of them were bound to die, Ning Qi appeared behind Zhao Lang and kicked Zhao Lang’s ass. The next moment, Zhao Lang was shocked. With a cry, the whole body flew out of the ruined temple. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Ning Qi did it deliberately. The direction he flew was exactly where the ancient powerful soul was!

"Brother!"

Following Xiao Wuye and the others into the ruined temple, there were also two monks from the Happy Demon Sect. Seeing that Zhao Lang was kicked out of the ruined temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Puff!

With two feet like clouds and flowing water, the two cultivators of the Happy Demon Sect immediately followed Zhao Lang's footsteps and flew towards the soul of the ancient powerhouse.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang reacted, he roared in horror, turned his head unwillingly and bitterly, and glanced at Ning Qi. Then, he was torn to pieces by the soul of the ancient powerhouse without any resistance. The two juniors end up just like Zhao Lang!

After killing these three people, the soul of the ancient powerhouse fell in front of the ruined temple, with cold eyes looking at everyone indifferently. At this time, golden light appeared on the ruined temple, and it screamed when it saw it. The monks who fled the ruined temple chased after him.

Drip...

A monk's cold sweat dripped to the ground. After the soul of the ancient strongman left, they breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Ning Qi with incredulous eyes.

Zhao Lang is the creator of the Three Tribulations, and a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect. The combat power of the same rank is definitely stronger than the ordinary sect and Sanye monks!

However, this kind of existence was kicked out by the opponent and died in the hands of the soul of the ancient strong man. It really made them have a great change in Ning Qi's strength, looking at Ning Qi's gaze. , Also brought a trace of jealousy and fright, obviously only exuding the aura of the creator of the two calamities, but it was so much stronger than the creator of the three calamities, this is probably an existence who pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger!

The monk who lay in the corner for the first time scolded Bu Shaofeng, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi's combat power was so strong, he would have just given up his seat obediently.

"Zhao Lang... is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, You Feng and others looked at Ning Qi with weird eyes. Like them, Zhao Lang, as a disciple of the Seven Sects of Tianjiao, is not at the top of the ranks among the seven. , It's not too bad! Fu Ji has tried with Zhao Lang, and the two are on the same level!

And the strongest Xiao Wuye, to win Zhao Lang at least after a hundred moves is possible, and the effort required must be extraordinary!

After all, both sides are strong people of the same level with the good fortune field, even if there is a gap in strength, after each of the good fortune fields, this gap will be shortened to an extremely short time!

"Amitabha, do you know who was the person who was just killed by your Excellency?"

Sakya Ruye looked at Ning Qi and smiled slightly.

"The monk of Huanxi Demon Sect, he seems to be called Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Huh?"

Everyone's eyes are even more weird. Now that they know that Zhao Lang is a monk of the Huanxi Demon Sect, the other party killed Zhao Lang, or sent Zhao Lang to **** with his own hands, but now he is so calm?

The fear of Ning Qi in everyone’s hearts deepened a bit. Zhao Lang was already dead, and they were taking refuge in the forbidden land. Now the number of people in the ruined temple is exactly fifty, and there is nothing to do with Ning Qi. Good, so Xiao Wuye took the lead to turn around and find a place to sit cross-legged, but when the monks in that place saw this, they moved aside with ugly expressions.

"That's it, that's it..."

The three of Tu Kong suddenly realized that they finally knew how Ning Qi escaped from Old Ghost Du, not because Ning Qi was fast, but... Ning Qi's combat power was not as good as it seemed. Simple, even though Old Ghost Du is the creator of the Three Tribulations, he is naturally weaker than the monks of the Happy Demon Sect. Even the monks of the Happy Demon Sect can kick the opponent with one kick. What are the old ghosts of Du?

Thinking of this, Tu Kong's face became ugly, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes. He wanted to explain a few words to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain outside was still falling, and there was a roar from time to time.