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The two Ah Sans were startled and hurriedly tried their best to resist.

One of them has a mid-level cultivation level, and the other has a late-level cultivation level.

The cultivation level of the two of them is not as good as Ning Xiaolei's, not to mention that Ning Xiaolei's attack is a heaven-level magic weapon, the Black Demon Jiao Knife, so naturally they cannot resist it.

Amid the screams, the two of them were blown away, but they did not die.

Although they had evil thoughts towards Lin Yumeng, they were not guilty enough to die. Ning Xiaolei did not kill them.

"Xiao Lei, be careful!"

But at this moment, Ning Xiaolei heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, and at the same time, the voices of Lin Yumeng and other women sounded in the distance.

In an instant, Ning Xiaolei judged that the three ancient Thai guys had launched a sneak attack.

Facing a treasure like the Black Demonic Dragon Knife, no one can remain calm.

"Three first-level mid-termers also want to attack me. Who gave you the courage?"

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips, jumped forward suddenly, let go of the Black Demonic Dragon Sword in his hand, and turned to control the sword with the power of demon consciousness.

The cold light disappeared in a flash, and one of the three people chasing behind Ning Xiaolei had his head chopped off by the black demon dragon knife.

The other two people were startled, and just as they were about to escape, they suddenly saw a huge dragon flying out of the Black Demonic Dragon Knife, swallowing the two of them in one bite.

A moment later, when the dragon's shadow spit out the two of them, they had become a pile of withered bones without flesh and blood.

Roaring excitedly, the dragon's shadow retracted into the knife, and the black devil's dragon knife flew to Ning Xiaolei's side with two storage rings wrapped around it.

The shadow of the dragon just now was the weapon spirit of the Black Demonic Dragon Sword, like a spirit.

"Two poor guys, nothing!"

After taking the storage ring and looking at it, Ning Xiaolei lost interest and put it away casually.

Grabbing another person's storage ring, he popped out three fireballs and burned the bodies of the three people.

After glancing at the two frightened Ah Sans, Ning Xiaolei and the girls left and moved forward.

Two more days passed, and countless monsters were killed. Everyone suddenly felt violent energy fluctuations coming from the left side.

"Hmm, this smell?"

Ning Xiaolei frowned. He could feel that one of them belonged to Zhao Xiaoshu and others, and the other seemed to be related to those men in black.

Thinking of how difficult those men in black were, Ning Xiaolei's face suddenly turned ugly.

The one who secretly followed and protected Zhao Xiaoshu was King Ran Yi, who only had the cultivation level of the third early stage.

If he was attacked by a man in black in the late second stage, he would probably be injured.

The methods of those men in black are very strange.

"Roar!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a roar, the sound was somewhat painful, and the voice was none other than King Ran Yi.

"No, King Ran Yi may have been attacked by surprise."

His face changed slightly, and Ning Xiaolei immediately realized that something was wrong.

Without any time to think, he hurried over with a few girls.

Thousands of meters away to the left, Zhao Xiaoshu and others were fighting with a group of men in black.

In addition to the men in black, there were several people from the Yidaomen, holding swords unique to the island country.

At this moment, King Ran Yi was surrounded by three people in the late second level, two people in black, and one person from Yidaomen.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, and King Ran Yi seemed to be in danger of losing.

The other party's strength was on the one hand, but mainly because a large hole was opened in King Ran Yi's belly, with black energy lingering on it, and blood dripping down.

The scream before was obviously the roar that King Ran Yi made when he was injured.

The situation for Zhao Xiaoshu and others is also not optimistic. Except for Zhao Xiaoshu, who is in the late stage of the first level, the others are in the middle stage of the first level.

But among the men in black and the Yidaomen they faced, there were several second-level people, and two of them were even in the middle stage of the second-level.

"Hold on for a while, Brother Lei will definitely come to save us."

Zhao Xiaoshu gritted his teeth and roared. On the ground not far in front of him, a mid-level second-level practitioner was completely breathless.

At the moment when the opponent just appeared, Zhao Xiaoshu used the Golden Dragon Sword to attack and kill him directly.