With a "pop" sound, the head was broken, and the serous fluid exuded a strong fishy smell and flowed out from the wound. The red body was filled with tangled white, and the lifeless body of the woman in green was seen, with her head sunken.

A piece of strange shape came down.

"A little higher than Qing Shang." Qing Qing thought subconsciously.

He quickly lifted up the hem of his clothes, but it was too late: the thick liquid mixed with blood and pulp had burst out from the flattened eyeball and spread all over the floor. Qingqing's clothes, skirts, and even his head and face were all stained. He looked carefully.

, in front of the third wall, four women in orange, yellow, green, and blue were lined up, each holding a round Ruan in their hands.

"I don't want to leave anything alive." After making up his mind, Qingqing rushed over as fast as he could.

The four ruan strings were plucked at the same time, and a "buzzing" sound in Qingqing's head seemed to explode. So he first looked at the orange and yellow people who were facing each other, dodged the sound array that burst out of the ruan string, and played the flute firmly.

On Bai Nguyen Noodles in Atai.

Atai, who was dressed in orange, staggered a few steps and suddenly fell to the ground silently, with thin streams of blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

The woman in yellow quickly pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and threw it in the direction of Qingqing like A Ming in green. Two chess pieces came out of Qingqing's sleeves and hit the hairpin's tail, forcing the golden light to change its direction; it spun again.

He raised his hand in the air, turned around and held the shining golden hairpin in his hand.

With the tassel clamped on her fingertips, Qingqing let the hairpin fly out with lightning when it lay down. The golden shadow passed through the yellow clothes and turned red, then got back into the blue clothes behind it.

Seeing that these two people were dead, Qingqing raised his eyes amidst the blood splattered on his face and stared at Ruixin Pagoda's Qingyi Aying.

The only one I can't do anything about is this one, because she's wearing clothes of the same color as him.

Unfortunately, Ah Ying didn't seem to think so. Ruan Xian's demonic sound suddenly rose up and hit Qingqing's head one after another. Qingqing felt dizzy and nauseated in her chest. She couldn't restrain herself anymore and finally ran wildly, with two traces of blue on her face.

The shirt is getting closer and closer.

"I'm sorry." The sound of broken bones shook Qingqing's arm, "I have no choice."

Ah Ying's eyes gradually bulged, and his tongue stretched out to an astonishing length, struggling to hold it up to the sky. A stench came over him, and Qingqing suddenly felt that his hands were a lot heavier.

When he came to his senses, Ruixin Pagoda's last exquisite ancient Ruan had its shaft and pin broken into pieces, lying alone on the ground. The head hung limply beside him, leaving only its white and soft neck hanging in the palm of his hand.

Can't move anymore.

Looking back at Tianji Gate, the bloody mess came into view, and Qingqing's stomach churned with discomfort. Even her hand holding the wooden flute was sticky and bloody, and she was afraid that she would not be able to go back to the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of my hand. When I lowered my head, I saw that most of it was black and purple, and it was extending along the meridians to my arm step by step. It turned out that the gold hairpin contained poison, and it seeped into the meridians when it was attached to the skin.

Biting's poison has not yet been cured, but he has been poisoned by Ruixinta again.

However, Qing Qing had been running around for the antidote for a long time, and he no longer cared about the matter of one more day of poison and one less day. He could only hear the collision of iron tools outside the fourth wall, and the loud shouts. He couldn't help but take a step back, holding the white jade flute tightly in his hand.

Jumping up against the wall——

The gate of Yuheng Palace opposite was open, and invisible armors and spear points were surging beneath the feet like ocean waves.

Qing Qing didn't want to fight. In a daze, he suddenly saw the garden of Kaiyang Hall on the side full of firewood and grass, and there seemed to be no guards guarding it. Without thinking much, he immediately turned around, climbed over the roof of the hall, the corners of the eaves, and the tiles, and hurried towards Kaiyang Hall.

Positive.

"Report——" Another soldier who was older and stronger ran in, "The woman in green is about to rush to Tianquan Gate!"

With this call, not to mention Ruo Dong, even the dying Kong Yuechuan couldn't help but raise his head. Crisp footsteps came from behind the curtain, and the waist full of flower fragrance flashed on Wen Xian's shoulder:

"Don't worry, Master, I'll let you deal with that wild man with a wooden flute."

Wen Li stood aside and saw the graceful woman and her father rubbing each other's hair in the palace. He felt an unspeakable discomfort in his heart, so he sneaked out of the palace while the master was not paying attention.

"Then, that woman..." the strong soldier continued, "Oh no, the savage also said..."

"What did you say?"

"She said that if the leader doesn't let him go, she will burn down the leader and the leader's Kaiyang Palace..."

"Go and tell your boss that if General Kong is not released today, I will burn down his palace in West Lake!"

Qingqing's small figure stood on the top of the towering Kaiyang Palace, with her feet on the ground and the beasts hanging on both sides. The torches in her hands crackled and exploded. More and more soldiers and officers and soldiers gathered around, but no one dared to

He broke into the house, fearing that the lamp oil that Qing Qing had knocked over all over the yard would flow out.

Qingqing had just developed his kung fu yesterday, and now he was full of energy. When he shouted loudly, some people in the crowd actually wet their pants.

The place under the wall instantly became lively: some were throwing spears, some were throwing hooks, and some even picked up stones and threw them directly on the net. Qingqing stood on the steeple and remained motionless: the far and high wall blocked most of the attacks, leaving the rest

The second half fell into the yard and couldn't be hit at all.

It seems that someone ran to report the news to Wen Xian, but someone refused to obey and climbed up on the female wall opposite. When the bow was fully drawn, he shot three arrows in a row.

Qingqing had just saved his life in the Xuantan arrow array. At this moment, he saw the clumsy long-distance shooting skills of the opposite party, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. He clicked on "stone falling from the peak" and typed "collapse of waves and thunderous running", and saw

The three arrows turned around and shot directly at the people who were shooting the most fun, punching several holes through the heart.

The man squatting on the tile roof didn't even have a chance to scream. He just held the bow in his hand and stood still for a moment. He immediately climbed down the wall and hit the ground with a "bang". The holes in his body were bleeding profusely. Others saw it.

Qing Qing is so ruthless, who dares to say anything?

Before the crowd could recover from the shock, a voice suddenly shouted from the other side of the wall: "I'm here to meet you!"

Although it sounded like there was only one person shouting, two black figures flew out at the same time. A big man on the left and right was seven feet long, with sinews all over his body and blue veins on his face. He jumped up to the wall of Kaiyang Hall.

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The moment it fell, the ground seemed to shake, and even the solid glazed tile roof collapsed in two symmetrical pieces. When everyone saw this overwhelming effort, they recognized these two heroes of West Lake's "Twin Axes", and they all clapped their hands.

, shouted: "Okay!"

There was a sound of "crush", and the wind whistled with the two planks of the mountain and the moon-cutting axe. Two big men, one on the left and one on the right, ran over from both sides of Qingqing. Qingqing jumped back, waiting until the ax made a big hole in Zhengqing's face.

At this time, the feet were forward and backward, along the round and smooth roof of the temple, where the beast hangs down.

Seeing the moment when the big man was resting, Qing Qing jumped up, raised the torch high and hit the big man on the right on the back. Unexpectedly, a person on the left immediately caught up and slashed the torch into two, almost splitting it into two.

He wiped Qingqing's arm and scratched it away.

Quickly turning back half of her arm, Qingqing reached out to grab half of the torch that was lit in the air. Unexpectedly, it happened to fall into the hands of the twin axes. One swept her legs and the other stabbed her heart, forcing Qingqing to cross her body in the air, up and down.

Hanging in the air and unable to gain a foothold, as soon as the wooden flute was propped up on the horned beast, it was chopped off on the head by the big man on the right who straightened up.

Unexpectedly, the ax hit the body of the white jade flute, causing sparks to fly. The wooden flute stood upright and remained unmoved.

Taking advantage of the big man to cut again, Qing Qing came up with a plan. He held the flute with his upper body and started from the left, but his toes lightly landed on the roof beam on the right. In this gap, the big man on the left grabbed half of the torch.

He came back and said, "It's still too late to get out of West Lake now."

The skinny Qingqing was caught in the middle by two muscular men. He could neither advance nor retreat. Moreover, the two men cooperated so well that it was not an exaggeration to say that they were two people who could fight against the enemy five or six times.

The two axes were tumbling in the cold light, and Qingqing finally showed difficulty. Without paying attention, he received a strong chop on his ankle. I don't know how many bones and tendons were broken. He couldn't stand even when he landed on the ground. The big man on the right didn't care.

Show mercy, the sharp edge of the ax passed through, pointing directly at the tip of Qingqing's nose.

"Eldest brother is in the hall, master is in Xuantan, and the senior sisters are at Lirong Mountain..." The moment Qingqing fell from the beam, she gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow all the hatred in her stomach.

"Linghu Qingqing - you can't die here!"

Thinking of this, I don't know where the strength came from from my other leg. I hooked one foot on the horned beast and kicked it off. Suddenly I stood upside down and jumped up, my fingertips firmly grasping the beams of the tiled roof.

The man on the left was about to strike at those slender fingers when Qingqing's white jade flute came forward to meet him, and there was another burst of tingling sparks. Before the man could react again, the body of the flute actually drooped.

Qingqing was lying on the sloping roof of the palace, and his "Thousand Miles of Clouds" movement swept across the left man's calf bones.

The man felt pain, screamed loudly, and tried to resist with luck, but it was no match for the white jade flute, which was as solid as a rock. He just heard a weak "click" sound, and a small green pit was immediately dented in front of the man's leg bone.

He couldn't resist the fall, but his leg bones were cracked and he couldn't stand up.

Qingqing felt as if her ankle was about to be completely broken. She had no consciousness, so she had to turn over and lie on the inclined beam and slide down.

When the right man saw that his brother was injured, how could he let her go? He just ran a few steps, rushed down and raised his ax high, aiming at Qing Qing's back to chop him down. Qing Qing hit the wheel, turned his back to the sky, picked up the wooden flute with both hands and held it against her.

in front of you.

Beads of sweat broke out. How could Qingqing's arms be as strong as those of a man with an axe? Helplessly, his elbows kept bending down, and he saw that the ax was about to hit his waist, splitting him in half.

Thanks to the smooth glazed tile roof of Kaiyang Hall, Qingqing kept sliding down the diagonal angle while supporting his axe. He vaguely felt that his heel, which was still conscious, seemed to have hit something hard. Without thinking about it, his feet

With a flick of his wrist, his body slid down uncontrollably.

The ax made a final powerful blow and hit the side of the hall with a "bang" sound. The pillars of the floor shook and a lot of dust fell down. However, the ax was too hard and seemed to have penetrated the roof and got stuck in it, making it impossible to pull it out.

Already.

Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, Qingqing quickly stopped his sliding force, hooked his hands on the corners of the eaves, and climbed up again.

Looking down, he saw that his hands and legs were dripping with blood. How could he still have the strength to breathe? It just so happened that the man on the right finally lay down and kissed her, stood up, jumped up on one foot, and was about to chop Qingqing's neck.

At the critical moment, several black and white chess pieces suddenly flew in front of the man who stood up. The chess pieces were moving very fast, and the ax was rough and unable to resist, so he had to force him to retreat step by step.

"No!" All the soldiers screamed when they saw it.

When the man on the right retreated to the side of the roof, he suddenly received a strong blow behind him. Before he could realize what was going on, his upper body could no longer hold back and continued to move backwards - a big hole suddenly opened in his belly, and the entangled intestines were released.

It came out, and the light of the ax shone brightly in the blood.

It turned out that the left man had pulled out his axe, and wanted to step forward to help his brother, but his brother's back blocked the path of the chess piece. He couldn't see what was going on, and he couldn't hold the ax when the right man retreated——

The ax pierced the brother's chest.

The "Twin Axes" were born from the same mother and they had a tacit understanding on weekdays, and they never got angry or dissatisfied. Now they were mourning at different places. How could ordinary people bear such grief? They cried bitterly and roared loudly.

He stepped forward and danced the only remaining ax to a whirring sound.
To be continued...