The battlefield was full of blood and blood, and the smell of blood was mixed with sand and dust, which was almost disgusting.
Countless casualties and wounded soldiers' lives were like sand and dust in the hands of the living dead, and they would be killed with one blow.
Qingjun was being chased by two living dead people. She wanted to leave the battlefield, but couldn't see the direction. She felt a little regretful about the impulse just now, but she was even more ruthless. She would block others from dying!
Suddenly, the cold wind came, wrapped in sharp ice, brushing away the oncoming sand and dust, cooling the air, the sand and dust gradually dissipated, and the vision gradually became clear.
Qingjun suddenly stopped, is she coming?
The living dead had already caught up with him, attacking Qingjun one after another, and the profound magical power shocked the air.
Qingjun was shocked and had no time to hide, so he had to give it a try. His enchanting lips curled up, and large areas of flames immediately bloomed around him.
The two living dead men seemed to have not seen the flames, and they came stepping on the fire, with their dry and stiff hands as fast as lightning.
At the critical moment, the flames suddenly went out, the temperature dropped sharply, the blood on the ground condensed, and ice grew.
The fierce cold wind swept over the mat, and with two bangs, two living dead people were thrown ten feet away.
Before Qingjun could react, she suddenly fell into a hug. She hugged her very tightly. He smelled her breath, cold and mysterious, it was her.
Qingjun was ecstatic. She was coming. She was about to reach out to hug her tightly, but he suddenly froze and his smile froze.
"Lingjun, don't be afraid..."
The war was flying, and the sound was hidden in the sound of fighting.
The sand and dust dispelled, as if they were clearing away the fog, and their vision finally became clear and clear.
Qingjun's face was pale, leaning stiffly on her shoulder, looking at the killing ahead in horror, and a bloody scarlet color reflected in his eyes.
He heard it clearly, her voice was so soft that it was never warm.
But her arms were so cold, without a trace of temperature, so cold that he was as if he was falling into an ice cave, as if he was in the snow and ice.
He wanted to say, who is Lingjun? I am Qingjun.
His pale lips were not covered in blood. In the end, he didn't say anything. He was too scared to speak.
In the middle of the battlefield, there seemed to be only two people embracing each other, purple clothes, red clothes, and ink hair.
Wu Xin and others looked at the center of the battlefield, and their hearts were suffocated. Is Qingjun injured?
"Master." Ye Chen and others arrived immediately and greeted in a low voice.
The shadow of Qiong was indifferent, and suddenly the phoenix eyes opened, deep and dark, with only endless black, returning to calm. Then, he let go of Qingjun and stared at him intently for a moment.
Qingjun's face was pale, her eyes were panic that had never been seen before, reflecting her shadow, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything for a long time.
"Qingjun, are you injured?" She was as cold as ever, her voice as light as ever, and it disappeared in an instant.
"...No." Qingjun shook his head stiffly, his fingertips were cold. He was not injured, but he was very cold, and he was so cold.
"Then go back." Qiongying withdrew her gaze and said lightly.
"Okay." Qingjun nodded stiffly, then followed her steps, walked around the corpse on the ground, and headed towards the city tower.
Ye Chen and others looked different and followed Qiongying silently.
Feng Feili came over and looked at the few people suspiciously. Except for Qiongying, the few people seemed a little strange, especially Qingjun, who seemed a little pale.
"Qiongying, are you going to the city tower to watch the battle, or go back to the palace?" Finally, Feng Feili looked at her and asked in a warm voice.
Qiongying refused to answer, turned her head to look at Qingjun and said, "Qingjun, you have a bad breath, so go back to the palace first."
Qingjun quickly shook her head and was a little confused: "No, no, I'm fine. I don't want to go back, don't let me go back."
Qiongying hesitated for a moment, then acquiesced: "Go to the city tower."