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Chapter Sixteen

A little fire lit up in the dark temple, which seemed to be extinguished, swaying dimly and uncertainly. Under the clean robe, the too-white palms showed a bluish-gray color, which actually looked a bit like the skin color of a dead person. It looked even more strange when it was touched on the bright skull.

"It's been so many years since anyone came for the Holy Fire. She...is very persistent." The man standing in front of the tall black obsidian bowed his head slightly, his tone was so soft that he seemed afraid of surprising someone. However, there was no one else in the huge and empty temple.

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A faint flame rose at the fingertips, and the man who had just become the leader of the Vulcan Cult had a faint smile on his thin lips, looking thoughtfully at the blue flame.

"She is very similar to you, but she had to die." Without any warning, the flames at the fingertips suddenly went out again, and the peaceful face turned pure black, disappearing into the night, "Ali, I won't let anyone see you, sleep peacefully.

Well, from now on, no one can wake you up again."

There was a gentle humming in the darkness, low and soothing. I don’t know where the hometown song came from, but it made people inexplicably peaceful. And in front of the temple door a few hundred steps away, three figures, red, blue, and green, were walking around.

The colorful butterflies danced their death steps under the cold moonlight, not hearing the pure and soft voice that was like crying.

Xia Qingluan did not expect that these two girls would be so difficult to deal with. Their offensive did not pose any threat to her. However, the elusive evading figure could easily avoid no matter how fierce the attack was. Once they approached the temple, the two of them were watertight.

Se Changling followed immediately, leaving no chance for her to step into the temple.

They were not good at attacking but were very good at defending. It was even easier for the two of them to stop her. On the contrary, Xia Qingluan was unable to sustain herself after a long period of hard fighting and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

In order to eliminate the influence of old habits and practice the Wei family martial arts, she basically forgot all the martial arts taught by Yue Lao and Liang Tong. The defensive postures that were completely used to cooperate with Wei Moyan's wide opening and closing moves were not applicable at this time.

There were very few offensive moves, and they suddenly fell into a fierce battle.

If he continued like this, not only would he not be able to get close to the temple, but it would be a matter of time before he lost to the twin girls. Seeing that the night was getting darker and more than half of his remaining physical strength had been consumed, Xia Qingluan could not afford to delay, and the attack suddenly accelerated.

"Luo Hua!" The fast-dancing demon strings came towards me. The girl in blue barely managed to avoid them and shouted urgently. The twin sisters, who were in love with each other, immediately turned around and jumped towards Xia Qingluan, with long blue silk ribbons winding up.

Xianwu is soft and tough, and becomes unpredictable when encountering hardness. It is really difficult to deal with hard weapons. But when it comes to a weapon like Ling, which also relies on flexibility and distance, it is unavoidable to be a little exhausted. Red string and Bi Ling are entangled.

All the way, they were unable to advance or retreat. When the stalemate continued, the girl in blue attacked again, and Xia Qingluan, who was outnumbered, was once again in a deadlock.

After taking a few steps back with a feint, she actually returned to the same place. After a long time without making any progress, Xia Qingluan had to slow down her attack speed and reconsider her strategy. If she wanted to enter the temple, she had to break through the obstruction of the twin girls. For her at the end of the crossbow,

It is too difficult. The only quick and direct way is to resist the two attacks to the greatest extent and forcefully break through the two long silk restraints. The danger is self-evident.

His cold eyes darkened slightly, and he waved his palm neatly, and the cold touch returned to his wrist.

She has no choice.

Feeling the sudden change in their opponent's aura, the twin girls looked at each other and nodded slightly. The two long blue and green silk ribbons were loyally guarding the front of the palace like their masters, as quiet as a sleeping dragon.

The blood-stained red clothes suddenly moved, as fast as thunder, and there were two blue and green dragons that suddenly rose up. The three colors were intertwined and intertwined. Occasionally, the red demonic light pierced the sky and raised three or two strings and chanted, like the cry of a fierce ghost, which could not stop hearing.

Looking sideways, when she was only ten steps away from the gate of the temple, Xia Qingluan made a decisive decision to avoid the entanglement of Chang Ling Ruying, and rushed straight to the temple with her lingering clothes. She didn't intend to fight in this round.

Rather, it was to draw the two defenders away from each other and immediately withdraw from the battle to seize the momentary opportunity.

The girl in green clothes who was shaken exclaimed: "She wants to enter the temple!"

After all, this is the last hurdle to stop intruders. The two girls have agility and sophistication far beyond their years. After discovering Xia Qingluan's intention, they did not panic but carried up the long silk at extremely fast speeds. The two colors intertwined for a moment.

Keep chasing away.

The silk scarf alone is not something to be afraid of, but these girls are full of internal energy and are very skilled in every move. An ordinary silk scarf in their hands is a sharp weapon that can cause serious damage to the body. Not even Xia Qingluan can force it.

Accept without hindrance.

The sullen red-clothed woman passed by, with a red glow and a changed tune behind her. The twin girls, who were proud of their own strength, had wide-eyed eyebrows, couldn't close their mouths for a long time, and stood still - in their ears

You can hear the muffled sound of Ma Ling, who is over a thousand kilograms strong, hitting the flesh, and you can see that the thin shoulders and back are shaking violently.

Despite the barrier of passion, the strength of the two of them becoming one was still an unbearable burden, but she resisted it forcefully, risking her life to achieve her goal, just to step into the temple!

The severe pain in her back almost swallowed up Xia Qingluan's mind. She had bitten her lower lip, but she still couldn't help but the sweet taste in her throat gushed out from the corner of her mouth. The blood was flooding and soaked in the plain gauze and white clothes repeatedly, and her true color could no longer be seen.

There are vermilion dripping on the red string, and it is sucked silently by the demon light. The evil soldier is so passionate that it does not care whether the blood of others or the blood of the master feeds its violent energy. Perhaps, this is more exciting to it, and it is unknown.

A faint smile that shouldn't appear appeared on the pale cheeks, and rarely, the mysterious and cold frost and snow flower bloomed quietly at night.

When the entangled Chang Ling chased after her, she did not evade as quickly as the girl expected, but used her pure love as a barrier to catch them all. Although the huge force impact caused her serious injuries, it also caused her to accelerate and fly in front of her.

With the force of the rush, she finally passed the third level and was qualified to enter the temple.

Although she had a narrow escape from death, she finally won. At her feet was the temple.

The twin girls were still immersed in daze and shock and had never recovered. The sudden ringing of a bell in the temple interrupted the dead silence. The leader of the Vulcan Cult hidden in the darkness seemed to be quite surprised: "Such a disregard for life, I am very curious about your persistence.

Where did it come from?”

"It has nothing to do with you. Where is the holy fire?" Xia Qingluan looked coldly into the hall as she suppressed her bloodline.

She couldn't see what else was waiting in the darkness, and the man who had never shown his face could clearly see her every move, and his expression didn't even drop an eyelid.

Stubborn, stubborn, and determined, everything is too similar to the person he misses. Such people will never end well because they don't know how to cherish themselves. If they can't look at each other without getting tired of it, they would rather destroy it than delay it.

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"Shahua, Luo Hua, bring her in." After a moment of silence, the leader of the Vulcan Cult finally spoke.

The tight feeling of tenderness suddenly dissipated, and the moment she let go of her guard, Xia Qingluan almost couldn't stand still.

After passing three levels in a row, she is closer to the Holy Fire, but she is no longer sure that she can successfully refine the stone and sword to complete the final gift. With her remaining strength and remaining will, she has reached her limit. She doesn't know how long she can survive. If she continues

There are still obstacles to overcome, and I'm afraid I'm really exhausted and at the end of the road.

The blood-stained footprints stepped on the smooth ground, each one was very clear but seemed very vain. The twin girls behind them lowered their heads and looked at each other with a hint of awe in their eyes.

They are not afraid of people who are addicted to bloodshed. What they are afraid of are people who are not afraid of life and death for a certain idea, and not even gods can stop their steps.

The moment she stepped into the temple, the torches burning outside were extinguished at the same time, darkness rushed in, and a certain panic hidden in her memory suddenly rushed into her heart. She didn't like being in an unknown and unexplorable environment, which would make her feel uncomfortable.

She thought of those days and nights spent sleeping in nightmares.

Faintly, vast sounds came from all directions.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid of the dark or afraid of being alone?"


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