Countless people's hearts are in their throats at this moment, worried and anxious.
Lord Glory stood in the distance, looking at the scarred Ye Qingge who was still arrogant. He suddenly felt that he was not worthy of being Ye Qingge's enemy.
Yong Yesheng did not hesitate and struck out with his Thunder Palm. This time, thirty-two rays of light struck Qing Ge.
The night is dark and the moon is bright.
Qingge looked at the thirty-two light blades, her eyes flashed lightly, she clenched her hands into fists, and punched out two fists in the air. The fists glowed, and she saw two bloody fist shadows punched out.
Jin Chanzi was surprised when he saw this scene.
"What's wrong?" Ji Hua asked.
Jin Chanzi said: "This girl Qing Ge has probably never learned martial arts. Martial arts are very rare. If you look carefully at Qing Ge's fist style, it is similar to Yongye City Lord's Thunder Palm..."
At this point, Jin Chanzi paused, and the next words were self-evident.
"Master, you mean to say that Xiao Ye's fist was based on the Thunder Palm. In other words, it was her own creation!" Ji Hua said in shock.
He thought that Xiaoye already had a high talent in the field of weapon refining. Unexpectedly, she also made a breakthrough in martial arts. She created her own martial arts, which ordinary people would never dare to think about, but she did it in defense. It was so surprising.
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Not only Jin Chanzi, but also Qin Kui and Yong Yesheng could see that Qingge's boxing technique was his own creation.
Yong Yesheng's eyes finally had ups and downs at this moment.
In mid-air, the thirty-two light blades of the Thunder Palm and the two shadows of Qingge are about to meet and intersect.
Suddenly, everyone was shocked.
They saw two blood-red fist shadows, like blooming blood demon flowers, changing into four, then eight, sixteen, and thirty-two!
The moment when the shadows of the thirty-two blood demon fists collided with the thirty-two light blades of the Thunder Palm, it was like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking. The sky was about to shake. An astonishing momentum bloomed. The sky and the earth seemed to be divided into two.
, half face purple, half face red, swallowing the fertile sun, a rumbling sound sounded, the spiritual energy surged high in the sky, forming a tornado, and all the dust and smoke was rolled up.
A huge sound exploded like thunder, and everyone present felt that their souls were shocked.
In the end, the light blade of the Thunder Palm disintegrated the Blood Demon Fist Shadow, and finally attacked Qing Ge.
That blow was earth-shattering.
The purple light engulfs the night singing quietly.
Whether it's life or death, it's hard to say.
"As I expected, Ye Qingge couldn't withstand three strikes." Mo Qiong laughed, a little arrogantly.
"Are you dead?" Qin Kui stared at the dazzling purple light, "I didn't feel Ye Qingge's vitality, is it possible that he is dead?"
Qin Kui suddenly felt a little regretful. In the past two years, he had suffered countless losses from Ye Qingge. She died before he could settle the accounts with Ye Qingge?
Mo Qiong raised his eyebrows, "Even if you are not dead, you will be disabled. The thirty-two light blades of the Thunder Fist will destroy even the Three Sword Spiritual Master. And this is the ability of the Lord of Luohua City."
Mo Qiong looked at the rich and vigorous purple light with some eagerness.
When the purple light dissipated, she could see the miserable Ye Qingge. This time, Ye Qingge would fall into the mud and never be able to stand up again.
Thinking of this, Mo Qiong was a little excited.
However, as soon as the smile appeared on his face, it had already solidified.
Mo Qiong's eyes narrowed in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
But the purple light dissipated, and in the center, the man was wearing light armor and a golden cloak, standing upright like an ancient sword.
Suddenly, everyone cheered.
Late at night, cheers sounded outside Xuanyue Pass.
Everyone shouted loudly, even they themselves didn't know what they were shouting, they just wanted to vent their excitement.
But the next moment, everyone was silent in unison, and even felt very heavy.
All eyes were focused on Qingge.
Blood spilled from the corners of Qingge's mouth.
She pursed her lips tightly, trying to swallow the blood, but too much blood rushed to her throat. In the end, she opened her mouth and spurted it out.
Her face, under the bright moonlight, was horribly pale.
Qingge tried her best to open her eyes wide. The scene in front of her was so blurry that she couldn't see clearly. Qingge felt that her consciousness was also a little blurred.
She was able to withstand the attack that could completely destroy the Three Swords Spiritual Master.
Qingge decided to close her eyes.
"City Lord, continue." Qingge said.
She took a few steps forward.
Some women, looking at Qingge's footprints, opened their mouths in shock, then raised their hands to cover their mouths.
Qingge took three full steps, and with each step, the blood flowing from her body formed a pool of blood on the ground.
She wore that sturdy light armor, and no one knew what kind of blow her body had endured.
It wasn't until the color of blood dyed everyone's eyes that they realized that she was not so relaxed. She was fighting with all her life, especially those hands. After three attacks, they were already in terrible shape.
Yin Liangsha's eyes were completely red, and tears could not stop flowing out. She ran towards Qingge, took out soft cloth and medicine from the space bag, and wanted to treat Qingge's wounds.
Qingge turned to Yin Liangsha and said, "Go back."
"Song." Yin Liangsha roared hysterically.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Qing Ge's eyes were still closed.
While resisting Yong Ye Sheng's three attacks, Qing Ge was seriously injured, but her potential was also stimulated. As long as she used dark magic to protect her heart and Dantian, and waited for ten attacks, she would activate the healing power of the Snow Spirit Pearl.
She was still safe and sound and in high spirits.
Yin Liangsha held the soft cloth and hemostatic medicine with both hands. She looked at Qing Ge with tears streaming down her face.
She turned around, turned her back to Qingge, and walked back a few steps.
Suddenly, Yin Liangcha ran towards Qingge. She stood in front of Qingge, pulling Qingge's sleeves, her voice was choked, "Qingge, can we go back?"
Qingge closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.
Footsteps sounded.
Xing Tumi walked up to Yin Liangsha, pulled Yin Liangsha's skirt and walked to the side.
Yin Liangcha looked at Xing Tumi with tears in her eyes. She wanted to break free from Xing Tumi's restraints and walk towards Qingge, trying to persuade Qingge. However, Xing Tumi controlled her tightly.
"You don't understand her." Xing Tumi said.
"What do you mean?" Yin Liangsha asked.
"Don't interfere with her decision. If she loses five thousand high-level monsters, she will face a dead end. Everything she does is not for herself. Princess Chaoyang, you just need to wait and cheer for her victory.
." Xing Tumi let go of Yin Liangsha's clothes and said.
"But... there are still seven more times that she can't bear."
"Do you really distrust your king?" Xing Tumi said coldly.
Hearing this, Yin Liangsha was startled.
Yes, in two years, she created countless miracles.
Even if her opponent is Yong Ye Sheng, she should still believe in her.
Yin Liangcha looked at Qingge again. Qingge closed his eyes tightly and stood in the cold wind. His slender figure seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time, but it had stood firm for thousands of years, unshakable.