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Looking at the thick smoke behind him, Song Zizhen looked happy. It was indeed a personal rocket launcher. Its power was beyond Song Zizhen's expectation.

However, Song Zizhen still understood that although Shangguan Yongxin was seriously injured, he still retained a certain degree of fighting ability at this moment.

Listening to Shangguan Yongxin's roar, as well as the roars and threats, Song Zizhen frowned and glanced sideways at the pale Yi Zhenghao.

At this time, Yi Zhenghao was in very bad condition. If his injuries were not treated in time, his life might be in danger.

As for Shangguan Yongxin, although he is not dead this time, his injuries will not heal in the short term, and he will not be able to pose a threat to the Zixiao Sect for at least half a year, Song Zizhen thought in his heart.

Song Zizhen, who was thinking of finishing his attack, quickly wielded his sword while looking back at Shangguan Yongxin.

I saw that Shangguan Yongxin's whole body was in a mess and covered with blood, but he stood there blankly with his spear pointed out, staring at Song Zizhen with a look of horror, then turned around and staggered away in the opposite direction.

"Huh!" Song Zizhen took a deep breath and did not go to catch up with Shangguan Yongxin. After all, Shangguan Yongxin's realm was there, and Song Zizhen was not sure that he could catch up with and successfully kill him.

What's more, Yi Zhenghao's injury is serious now, so Song Zizhen gave up the idea of ​​going after Shangguan Yongxin. The top priority is to rush back to Zixiao Sect immediately to heal Yi Zhenghao's injury.

Song Zizhen continued to inject spiritual energy into the Zixia Sword. The Zixia Sword emitted a brilliant light and flew towards the Zixia Sect at high speed.

I don't know what the current situation is in Zixia Sect. There should be no problem. After all, they have some cards left.

Although Song Zizhen had made some preparations before setting off, he still felt a little uneasy and uneasy in his heart at the moment. He hoped that they could turn the danger into good luck!

"what!"

In front of Zixia Hall, Tu Zhengde roared loudly, with a look of unwillingness on his face, and fell back, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

As his body fell heavily to the ground, his head tilted, and there was no sound in his eyes.

The deputy sect leader of the Qingfeng Sect, a master in the pill formation stage, fell like this!

On the other hand, both Li Xiaoer and Wang Xiaolei looked exhausted at this moment. They each had no less than ten wounds on their bodies, especially Li Xiaoer's injury was the most serious.

Facing Tu Zhengde's dying counterattack, Li Xiaoer and Wang Xiaolei joined forces, but also fell into a disadvantage.

If it weren't for Li Xiaoer's cleverness and the help of the formation's attack, he kept dealing with and consuming him, and then he could cooperate with the formation to kill Tu Zhengde.

However, at this time, the spiritual energy of the two people was almost completely exhausted. Looking at Zhang Bin, who was facing the attack from the four people, even if he wanted to help, he was unable to do anything. He collapsed on the ground and it was a luxury to move.

"Fuck!" Zhang Bin spit out the essence of the Chinese nation casually. Facing the dense attack of the four Qi-training players, he was miserable and could only barely parry. Defeat was only a matter of time.

The last four Qingfeng Sect monks in the Qi Refining Stage were in complicated and panicky moods at this moment.

The deputy sect master of Qingfeng Sect, a monk in the Danjie stage who was superior in their eyes, was actually killed by the opponent in front of them.

The four of them were horrified. How should they explain to the leader when they returned like this?

Therefore, the four of them looked at each other and made up their minds. They nodded to each other with sinister expressions. At the moment, they could only answer the question after killing all the people in the Zixiao Sect present.

Currently, two of the opponents have lost their ability to fight, and only one is left with perfect Qi training. The four of them are confident that they can resolve the battle within one stick of incense.

Zhang Bin, who was struggling to hold on, accidentally got his shoulder scratched by a sword from a Qingfeng Sect disciple. Then, he was kicked in the abdomen and staggered back.

"It's over!" Wang Xiaolei said with pain on his face as he watched Zhang Bin reveal his flaws and be repelled step by step.

"Don't worry, according to the leader, the leader should appear at this time!" Li Xiaoer looked solemn and muttered.

"You are courting death!"

Sure enough, at this moment, a voice came from mid-air, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Zhang Bin and the others suddenly looked happy, while the four members of the Qingfeng Sect looked ashen and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Looking around, he saw a figure coming with a sword in the mid-air not far away, and beside it was a body. This person was none other than Song Zizhen, the head of the Zixiao Sect.

Looking at Li Xiaoer, Wang Xiaolei and Wang Xiaolei who were lying on the ground and seriously injured, as well as Zhang Bin who was under siege, Song Zizhen was filled with anger, his eyes widened with endless anger.

"It's over!" The four members of the Qingfeng Sect secretly said something bad, their hearts sinking to the bottom. The person who came was actually a monk in the pill formation stage. They were probably dead now.

"Catch them!"

One of the Qingfeng Sect disciples said with a sinister expression, and then took the lead in rushing towards Wang Xiaolei and Li Xiaoer, intending to seize the two as hostages, thereby threatening Song Zizhen for a chance to survive.

Two of the three Qingfeng Sect disciples behind him rushed towards Wang Xiaolei and Li Xiaoer almost instantly.

As for the remaining Qingfeng Sect disciple, he knelt down tremblingly in the direction of Song Zizhen with a frightened face and gave up resistance.

"court death!"

Song Zizhen looked at the three people rushing towards Li Xiaoer and Wang Xiaolei with disdain on his face. In a moment, he closed the distance between himself and the three of them to within ten feet.

Song Zizhen's palm shook slightly, and a small shadow of light flew out of his palm and flew towards the three of them.

Almost instantly, this small beam of light directly penetrated a Qingfeng Sect monk, and continued to penetrate the remaining two people with unabated force.

The three disciples of the Qingfeng Sect kept their running posture. After running four or five steps forward, they looked in pain, and then fell to the ground, losing all their breath.

The Qingfeng Sect disciple who was kneeling on the ground looked at Song Zizhen and his fellow disciples who fell on the ground with a horrified look on his face, his heart dropped to the bottom of his heart.

As Song Zizhen waved his palm again, light and shadow flew out of the human body and returned to Song Zizhen's hands.

The Soul-Destroying Needle, a low-level spiritual weapon, is so terrifyingly powerful!

Being caught off guard, the monks in the alchemy stage would probably be severely injured, not to mention the three small monks in the Qi training stage.

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

Zhang Bin and the other two people looked joyful and couldn't help but smile. Although their injuries were not serious, they were excited and proud to see the head brother descend from the sky like a savior.

Li Xiaoer looked at Wang Xiaolei next to him with a smile on his face, and said with a proud smile: "The boss told me that he has the halo of a protagonist, and he can always turn danger into disaster at critical moments."

Although Li Xiaoer doesn't understand, what exactly is the halo of the protagonist mentioned by the head brother?This was just mentioned briefly and proudly by the senior brother in charge during a conversation.

But in Li Xiaoer's opinion, the head brother must be wise and powerful.

"How are your injuries?"

Song Zizhen landed on the ground and ignored the Qingfeng Sect disciples who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing constantly. Instead, he took the lead and walked towards Li Xiaoer and Wang Xiaolei.

"Brother, thanks to the grenade you left behind!"

Li Xiaoer had a frightened look on his face. Thinking back on it, if it weren't for the grenade Song Zizhen left specially, one of the other party's pill-forming monks would probably have wiped out the Zixiao Sect today.

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Bin gasped, "If this grenade hadn't severely injured the other party's pill-forming monk, I'm afraid the head brother wouldn't have been able to see the three of us today. ""