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Chapter 322 One of the backhands!Powerful [Heroic Guardian]

The man's ten fingers were bloody and bloody, as if he had endured unimaginable torture.

But his gaze was indifferent.

He looked at the woman who went away, as if he felt Furlong's breath, but it was a little strange.

So he shook his head, and put Antova and Xiao Nuomi behind him.

Then he looked at the star-level existence.

"Let's go, this is Azahn's territory." His hands naturally fell to his sides, his nails were completely broken, and his fingertips were bloody.

However, his eyes were as dazzling as stars.

"Who are you? I've never heard of you in Azahn." The star-level powerhouse landed on the ground, with a slender whip in each of his left and right hands.

"It seems that you are not from a secondary plane...very good...so that Master Lin Ke can know your identity."

The man with the broken finger looked at the star-level indifferently.

"Hehe, are you the only one? Nineteenth level? Nineteenth level, you want to face me?" The star-level existence with a whip sensed the breath from the opposite side, and his face was full of disdain.

This is in Nasenge, and there is a big difference between each level, let alone after the fifteenth level.

The gap between level [-] and level [-] is bigger than the gap between level [-] and level [-].

"It's me." The man said calmly, "I'm a follower of Master Lin Ke, [Heroic Guardian] clear tea..."

Qingcha looked at the man, and a momentum suddenly rose from her body.

During this process, the wall behind him suddenly trembled slightly.

Wall of Azahn!
On this wall, there are densely carved crooked Nathang lingua francas.

Every brick is a person's name!
And behind these names, they represent the lost heroic spirits one by one!
"Heroic spirits of Azahn, protect Azahn again." The white light in Qingcha's eyes burst out, and the energy shot out from him and gathered into the wall behind him.

Sensing the looming crisis, the star-level existence no longer waited, and waved the long whip with both hands at the same time.

Ripples suddenly emanated from the long whip, strangling towards Qingcha.

"Clean tea."

At this moment, a vague figure emerged from the brick wall.

This is a man wearing the costume of Azahn's male soldier. The first thing he did when he came out of the wall was to call his lover's name.

Qing Cha's body trembled, but she didn't look back.

The heroic spirit didn't say much, but came to Qingcha's side first, and turned into Qingcha's armor.

The attack of the star-level existence didn't get close at all, and was scattered by Qingcha's wave.

Immediately afterwards, heroic spirits stepped out of the wall bricks one after another, turning into the power of Qingcha.

The breath of green tea has risen with the tide, and it has also been raised to the level of star brilliance.

"It's been a star for a long time? Hehe." The star-level enemy sneered, and the double whips once again flung out a mysterious trajectory, as if two big snakes were rushing towards them.

When Qing Cha raised his right hand, a red light rose from his palm, forming a sword, and his left hand formed a shield again.

Crimson, that is the color of Azahn!
"The people of Azan are not afraid of fighting." Qingcha flew up with a sword and shield in his hand, and behind him, there were a steady stream of heroic spirits emerging.

Qingcha wants to fight in close quarters, but the star-level existence wields his long whip flexibly, firmly resisting Qingcha from a distance.

At the same time, the mysterious woman who was supposed to go away just now returned at some point, with a thick wave of blood and a terrifying aura, as if many creatures had died under her knife.

Qingcha glanced at the mysterious woman, but was surprised to find...

"Mrs. Furlong!" Qingcha exclaimed.

The mysterious woman over there raised her head, her face was so blurred that she couldn't make out her appearance at all.

But green tea can be felt from the breath.

"Against the enemy." Furlong said concisely, a voice came out of his faceless face, and then the wave of blood that followed her enveloped Xinghui.

Qingcha stabilized his mind, and he didn't care why Furlong, who was usually weak and weak in his impression, suddenly turned into a strong man at the sixteenth level.

Now, take on the enemy!
Heroic spirits jumped out of the wall of Azahn one by one, and gradually, even the heroic spirits came out of the land.

They were defending Azahn during their lifetime, and they also turned into heroic spirits to protect Azahn after death.

This is one of the basic abilities of [Heroic Guardian], summoning heroic spirits to fight against foreign enemies!

"Hmph." The star-level enemy brandished a long whip, and Furlong and Qingcha couldn't get close within ten meters.

Seeing this, Qingcha withdrew and came back, pointing to the star-level side: "Azan's trial!"

Immediately, the endless heroic spirits in his body roared out, one by one with a resolute look, they rushed towards the star-level.

The star-level man was startled, and ripples appeared on the long whip again, covering his body.

At this time, Furlong also threw the blade in his hand towards the star-level man's head.

The knife was neither long nor big, it looked like a slightly long dagger.

When the short knife flew out, it could even cut through the ripples of the long whip wielded by the star-level man.

Suddenly, two big moves struck, and the star-level man calmed down instead.

Throwing a moldy orange from his bosom, he put it into his mouth and took a bite, then took out a wooden needle like a reed, and spat fiercely towards Furlong.

A drop of dark green liquid flew out of it and hit Furlong's flying dagger, unexpectedly stopping the dagger that pierced the space.

That drop of liquid froze in the air, neither moving forward nor retreating, but the short knife fell after being stalemate for a while.

Then, the drop of dark green liquid flew towards Furlong like a wolfhound smelling the scent of prey.

Furlong didn't move in the slightest panic, he waved at the thrown dagger, and at the same time, the waves of blood around his body rolled out, blocking the drop of liquid, and fought and retreated.

On the other side, the star-level man directly held two long whips in his right hand, and swung them fiercely at the roaring heroic spirit: "The prison of the wind!"

A mysterious law swayed from the whip, but those heroic spirits were not affected at all.

The star-level man raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and wanted to attack again, but saw Qingcha pointing at him again: "Azan Hell!"

Immediately, illusory arms stretched out from the ground one by one, grabbing the star-level man's leg.

The star-level man didn't care about it, and he didn't fly into the sky, but dense magic shields appeared on his body.

"I want to keep you and give it to Young Master Lin Ke." Qing Cha's expression was indifferent, but two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Immediately, those arms surged out even more frantically, grabbing the star-level man's leg.

Those layers of protective shields seemed unreal, and they couldn't stop those arms at all.

At the same time, the heroic spirits also arrived, jumping on the star-level man one by one, passing through him.

The body solidified a little during this process, but the man's face turned pale.

This star-level man suddenly panicked: "This... this is not an undead! This is not a soul! My law! No..."

"Like I said, they are heroic spirits, not undead." Qingcha wiped the blood and tears from his face: "They have the aura of Azane on them, how can you stop the undead by means of you?"

(End of this chapter)