The iron rod in Lan Wuxin's hand was about to hit Qingge's back. In an instant, strong winds rose, and a burst of flame appeared behind Qingge out of thin air, burning the blood-stained iron rod into ashes.
The flame was still rising upwards and reached Lan Wuxin's hand. Lan Wuxin waved his hand wildly, crushing and extinguishing the unrelenting fire in his hand.
Lan Wuxin took a breath of air and frowned. She looked down and saw that the back of her hand was burnt and the flesh and blood were all mangled. She was really horrified.
"Elder Lan."
When the Queen of the Far North saw this, she was worried and exclaimed. She glared at Qingge's back fiercely, as if she wanted to say something else. Lan Wuxin slowly raised her hand, stopping the Queen of the North's next words.
Under the ancient tree, Mei Qingchen still leaned against the tree, saying nothing and keeping silent. Occasionally, she glanced at Qing Ge, hiding the blood.
Wuyou supported Fen Que, who was covered in scars. Fen Que was drooping, his whole body relying on Wuyou's body. The snow under his feet was stained scarlet by the hot blood.
Under the night, everything was quiet, snowflakes were floating in the moonlight, and Fen Que's cough could be heard from time to time in the hollow ice valley.
Qingge lowered her eyes and raised her eyebrows. Although her face was white, her aura was not inferior to anyone else. She smiled slightly, proudly, and then turned around to face Lan Wuxin.
"Elder Lan asked me to stay, how could I dare to leave?" Qingge said with a smile.
This gesture made several people present puzzled, especially the Queen of the Far North, who stared at Qingge with suspicion. In her impression, Ye Qingge did not seem to be an obedient person.
"It's an obedient dog." Lan Wuxin looked at Qingge and mocked mercilessly.
Qing Ge remained unmoved. She walked up to Wuyou and Fen Que, twisting her sleeves with her hands to wipe off the blood on Fen Que's cloak. The blood dyed her sleeves red, and the smell stimulated her, making her violent and vicious.
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"Who touched it?" Qingge asked softly while wiping.
Akabane glanced at Qing Ge, but was unable to speak.
Qingge is not in a hurry.
Lan Wuxin stood there, narrowing her eyes and looking at Ye Qingge. She glanced down at her hands that were burned by the fire, her eyes gradually turned red, she was burning with anger, and she lost all reason.
Since Ye Qingge dared to come, she would make sure she never came back.
Seeing that Fen Que didn't answer, Qingge asked in a low voice, "Is it Elder Lan?"
Fen Que looked at Qing Ge. He seemed to know what Qing Ge wanted to do next. He wanted to stop Qing Ge, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he was too anxious and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"It seems so."
Qingge smiled faintly, turned around and walked towards Lan Wuxin, approaching step by step.
She slightly lowered her cold eyes, her murderous intentions undisguised. At this moment, her soul was dyed red with blood, and there was a gloomy aura around her body, as if she was a Shura from the eighteenth level of purgatory, not mentioning the human head.
Never return.
Lan Wuxin looked at her. The woman's deep eyes were as dark as ink, as if they were two whirlpools, which made Lan Wuxin feel scared.
There is a kind of power that is derived from the soul and has nothing to do with anything else.
Lan Wuxin seemed to be possessed, and subconsciously took two steps back. When she reacted, the shame spread to her limbs.
She was furious.
"Ye Qingge, you..." Lan Wuxin started to speak, but her words were interrupted by Qingge.
"Shh, don't talk."
Qing Ge picked up her index finger and put it to her mouth. Her voice was very small, like a breeze, dissipating and melting into the ice and snow.
Kelan Wuxin shut up like a ghost.
Qingge walked forward with her slender legs. She was getting closer and closer to Lan Wuxin. The moment she stretched out her right hand, a black light appeared, and the Mingwang Sword burst out of the air. She held the Mingwang Sword in her hand, and the sound was heard when the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground.
The sound is like the sound of the underworld leading to the underworld.
Soft boots, stop, stop singing softly.
The moment Qingge raised her hand, Mingwang's sword was placed on Lan Wuxin's neck, the sharp blade touching Lan Wuxin's neck.
"Lan Wuxin, since you were a child, has no one ever taught you what conscience is?" Qingge asked.
Lan Wuxin was not afraid, straightened her back, and smiled sarcastically, "Ye Qingge, do you want to kill me? It's not that simple. The person who dies in the end must be you, and there will never be the second result.
exist."
Qingge looked at Lan Wuxin with a smile and made no next move.
Lan Wuxin's eyes were fierce, and her voice suddenly rose, "Conscience? What is a conscience? I only know that those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. Ye Qingge, you are not a good person. I don't need to tell you about the people you have killed, but you are also qualified."
Tell me about your conscience."
Lan Wuxin suddenly stretched out his hand, closed his fingers, and firmly grasped the blade, "There is no difference between good and evil. Only those who survive can be called venerable. Ye Qingge, in front of me, you are small, cowardly, and humble.
Dog, as long as I think about it, you will perish at any time. The reason why I leave you a miserable life is because I think life is too boring, and it is better to tease animals for fun. You think so, right?"
Every word and every word was insulting.
Lan Wuxin let go of his hand, flicked it away, and threw away the Mingwang Sword.
Qingge held the Mingwang Sword, which was stuck on the ground.
Lan Wuxin approached Qingge aggressively.
The Queen of the Far North crossed her arms across her chest, squinted as she sang softly, then suddenly sneered, as if her eyes were dirty, and quickly turned her head to look away.
Lan Wuxin stretched out her hand and pushed Qing Ge.
Qing Ge took a few steps back.
"Look at how weak you are, how pitiful you are." Lan Wuxin sneered.
Wuyou suddenly became furious and wanted to go over, but was stopped by Qingge's eyes.
Qing Ge stood there, motionless. Her body had lost a lot of weight, like a thin willow. When the wind blew, she fell down.
Qingge looked at Mei Qingchen, and coincidentally, Mei Qingchen looked over and met her eyes.
Their eyes met in the air.
Qing Ge smiled at Mei Qingchen. The smile was too complicated for Mei Qingchen to understand, but there was a dull pain deep in her heart.
Qingge closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the Mingwang Sword.
Her body is indeed weak, but she possesses a rare treasure. If she wants to kill someone, who dares to stop her?
However, at this moment, she lamented the ever-changing world.
In just two or three years, a lot can change.
The moment she opened her eyes, a sharp edge suddenly appeared, and thunder was everywhere. She smiled coldly, and in an instant, spiritual energy and five elements of fire poured into the Mingwang Sword, and she raised the knife and slashed towards Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin was very keen in the gusts of knife wind. He reacted and quickly stepped back. Although he escaped the fatal knife, the tip of the knife left a long scar on Lan Wuxin's face. Blood spurted out and flowed all over his face.
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Sudden changes are unacceptable to everyone.
Lan Wuxin opened her eyes wide in disbelief.
The Queen of the Far North took a step back in fright, her face pale.
This knife was infused with five elements of fire. If it weren't for the magical elixir, Lan Wuxin's face might not have been saved.
Lan Wuxin spread her hands tremblingly, blood gathered on her chin, and then fell on her palms.
Lan Wuxin looked down and saw her hands were covered in blood.
"ah--"
From the depths of the ice valley, her roar could be heard.