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"Kill!" Yang Ruoxi, Wang Qi, Du Li, and the others were the first to run out.2
The cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect roared as they charged toward the wolfman from the hillside!
Those wolfwalkers whose cultivation was higher than theirs and whose battle prowess was greater than theirs!
"Kill them all! Whoever dares to retreat will be killed without mercy! " He clutched his bleeding chest and let out an unwilling roar.
They truly deserved to be called such a valiant, lightly killed race. However, compared to when he had just left the stronghold, it was already much lower.
Cheng Qing did not fight again.
He had expended quite a bit just now, and now all he needed to do was to rest and watch. His subordinates would seize the fruits of his victory.
Those wolfwalkers who were brought along by Yeruming were naturally the direct descendants of their trusted aides. This meant that not only were their combat prowess stronger, but their equipment was also better. As the number one genius of the Yale family, the power close to his trusted aides were generally stronger than the An Tian Sect. This was not an accident.
The An Tian Sect had already used up quite a lot of energy after the fierce battle just now. Even though there were more than a dozen of them, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose if they fought with all their might.
What Chen Qing wanted was that the An Tian Sect couldn't afford to pay more than twenty casualties to end this battle.
Not to mention that he would have to face the counterattack from the Uighurs later on. As Cheng Qing's foundation, every cultivator was his blood and sweat, and he didn't want them to suffer too much loss.
In that case, one had to pay attention to how one fought in the battlefield.
As they charged at the Antian wolfwalker, more than a dozen people in front of them suddenly pulled out a powerful crossbow from their Cosmic Bag. They raised their hands and pulled the trigger, and the crossbows and arrows flew like lightning towards the wolfman who was right in front of them!
The wolfman didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the crossbow moving, that he finally reacted. Each and every one of his expressions changed drastically. "Thousand Jin!"
The cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect were actually assigned more than ten thousand kilograms!
With the firing speed of the arrows, at such a close distance, there was no way for a wolf to avoid them. Moreover, the lethality of the arrows was extremely high. As long as they were shot, they would definitely inflict serious damage!
A series of puchi sounds rang out. Although not all of the more than ten crossbow bolts had hit, there were still seven to eight wolves that had instantly fallen and rolled down the hill!
"Bastard!" Warranty Wu Qi roared out in rage, throwing himself at Wang Qi and chopping down with his saber.
Wang Qi's eyes flashed. He did not choose to dodge the blade, but used his body to resist and at the same time thrusted his sword forward!
"Stupid!" Warrick sneered.
The long blade hacked down on Wang Qi's chest, causing him to cough out blood immediately. The armored leaf on his chest caved in, and blood flowed out, but the longsword in his hand also slashed across Warrick's left arm, bringing with it a trail of blood.
However, compared to the other two, Wang Qi's injuries were not light. Warranty Wu Qi was only a little bruised, so it was not a big deal.
As both of them were at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, Wang Qi was already no match for his opponent. It was already extremely rare for him to rely on the armor Chen Qing gave him to block a saber strike without serious injuries.
"Die!" Warrick roared and swung his long blade down again.
However, his whole body suddenly went soft, and his steps faltered. The long blade's Qi instantly dissipated by half, allowing Wang Qi to successfully dodge it!
This was something that should not have happened at all!
Warrick was angry from embarrassment. He was about to attack again, but his body was too weak and his chest hurt too much!
"This is …" Wu Qi's face turned pale. He suddenly looked at the wound on his left arm. It was good that he didn't see it, but his eyes were filled with fear.
"The one who deserves to die is you!" Wang Qi's sword stabbed over.
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