The dangerous building is covered in white and black, with a lot of murderous aura.
Luo Wanqing's eyes were red, her body was full of resentment, and her white clothes flew, like a warm and resentful daffodil, burning in the fire, no matter what.
Wuxin dared not relax at all. If she had a head-on fight, she would definitely not be Luo Wanqing's opponent.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the outcome is about to be decided, either you die or I die!
Qiutong had no intention of coming forward to help. Wuxin won or lost, all of them were Wuxin's choices, and she didn't care at all.
However, it is not necessarily unintentional to lose.
Luo Wanqing's sword was indiscriminate, with sand and stones flying around her, and the sky suddenly darkened.
"Wuxin, you are always my defeated man!"
With a loud bang, the stones of the sky were shocked, and Luo Wanqing suddenly advanced to the beginning of the eighth level.
Puff! Wuxin vomited a mouthful of blood, and could not avoid it, like a kite with broken string falling from the city tower.
"Wuxin, go to die!" Luo Wanqing suddenly laughed wildly, jumped down the city tower, and Bing Yijian pointed directly at Wuxin's neck.
"Not mind!"
Jing Ao was frightened and had no time to think, so he jumped up from the flaming lion and caught the black veil falling from the sky.
A quiet fragrance of medicine wafted over, mixed with a strong smell of blood.
"Wuxin, Wuxin..." Jing Ao hugged her tightly, her body as light as a feather, as if it would float away at any time.
Wuxin's face was pale, his consciousness was chaotic, and his eyes reflected in the dark sky.
Many chaotic sounds circling in her ears, thunder, fighting, and roaring, as if someone was calling her, Wuxin, Wuxin...
From now on, it will be called... unintentional, ruthless and unintentional.
Without the expected death, she vaguely felt a little warm and fragrant with the soapy scent.
No, her voice was very light, like the sound of an ancient flute, mysterious and bewitching. Her arms were cold, without a trace of smell, only a cold and charming atmosphere.
"Nothing, nothing..."
"Let go!" Leng Qing's eyes opened, Leng Ruxue quickly got out of his arms, raised his bare hands and pinched his neck.
Before Jing Ao could react, he saw Luo Wanqing waving a sword to Wuxin's back.
"No, be careful, cough cough..."
Jing Ao was almost suffocated. At the same time, he suddenly hugged Wuxin, turned to the side, and avoided Bingyi Sword.
"Let go! Puff!" Wuxin attacked his heart with anger and vomited another mouthful of blood, his steps unsteady.
Wuxin saw Luo Wanqing and let Jing Ao go, struggling to move Xu Fu's footsteps, ready to fight.
"Wuxin, don't go!" Jing Ao rushed forward and stood in front of Wuxin.
Wuxin pushed Jing Ao away, but after pushing her in vain, Jing Ao rushed out and started fighting with Luo Wanqing.
Flame!
With a bang, the fire surged into the sky.
Luo Wanqing retreated repeatedly, and the glazed pupils reflected the fire, which was poisonous and fierce.
"Miss Luo, please do your best." Jing Ao stood on the stone pillar and advised.
Luo Wanqing could hear what he meant, and he would not show mercy, and even wanted to kill her.
"What else? Master Dongfang, will you let me go?"
"No, today you are both life and death, and it is all your life." Jing Ao said calmly.
"Fate?" Luo Wanqing smiled sadly, suddenly remembering the change of Jinli National Palace Museum seven years ago. Dongfang Jingao asked her to let Dongfang Jingxuan go. Now that I think about it, she was too naive at the beginning.
"None of you is qualified to talk to me about life! Which of you lives better than me, Luo Wanqing?!" Luo Wanqing roared shrillly.
Thousands of sword shadows come from the sky and the earth.
Jing Ao frowned and Luo Wanqing was even more powerful than he thought.
Jing Ao quickly used his unique skills, and he rarely acted seriously, but it did not mean that he could tolerate anything. Luo Wanqing had already hurt Wuxin and could only disappear.