In the sky of the Jueqing Mountains, two figures come and go.
The spiritual energy burst out, like a storm, sweeping across the main mountain range.
In a battle like this, the others who were less powerful kept retreating, for fear of being frightened by the aftermath of the spiritual energy.
The light singer wields the Ming Wang Sword, which is bloody and deadly. His attack is like a tiger or a wolf, gradually forcing Ming Qianjue into a blind corner.
Ming Qianjue drew out his long sword and defended all the way. It was very difficult to deal with it.
His cultivation strength is still good, but in front of Ye Qingge, he is worthless and has no power to parry.
What Ming Qianjue is best at is standing in the dark, strategizing with one hand, controlling the overall situation, and watching all living beings with a smile. The life and death of people in this world are all in his plan.
Therefore, Qing Ge's showdown was close to his fatal point.
She hated Ming Qianjue to the core. Along the way, Ming Qianjue was like a devil, a maggot in the tarsal bones, wishing that she would betray her relatives and become homeless.
He pushed her into desperate situations again and again and watched her collapse.
Qing Ge has been waiting for the moment when the time is right, and she will definitely take action without hesitation.
It's been three years, and it's time for an end.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ji Yue, hoping to find her parents. She didn't want to waste any more time on Ming Qianjue.
Qingge's eyes are piercing, filled with clear mist, cold and ruthless, cruel and bloody.
Under the black eyes, red blood is flowing.
The evil spirit of the Blood Demon in the twenty-fifth tendons was released at this moment, clinging to the Mingwang Sword.
The blade cut through Ming Qianjue's clothes and skin, the flesh was torn open, and blood flowed freely.
In this sky, the figures of the two people passed by, and their afterimages intertwined in the wind.
Spiritual energy is like a tsunami, like a mountain falling apart.
Qingge's offensive became more and more vicious. She slashed across the sword, but Ming Qianjue could barely avoid it. If he had been a step too late, he might have been cut in half and his blood would be splashed on the spot.
When Ming Qianjue dodged the blade, he looked at Qingge, who had a serious and dignified face.
In front of many people, she never thought of showing mercy.
Ming Qianjue gritted his teeth, he would never give up his position in the Mercenary Association.
Ming Qianjue laughed cruelly, and the sword blade met the Mingwang sword. The swords collided, making a clanging sound that was deafening and overwhelming.
The distance between the two has become much closer.
"Ye Qingge, do you think I will be at your mercy? I won't be able to guess what you are thinking?" Ming Qianjue laughed loudly. There was a sword between the two of them, stepping on the sky, gradually falling, Ming Qianjue stretched out
He stroked Qing Ge's face, narrowed his eyes, and said with a cruel look, "What a disobedient little thing."
Ming Qianjue's face was as cold as frost, and he raised his head to look at the peak of the Jueqing Mountains. On the top of the peak, there was a person standing alone, wearing a gray robe and snow-colored hair.
Qingge looked back, her eyes darkening a bit.
Ansuyou——
Ming Qianjue left himself a way out.
If Ye Qingge wants to deal with him, he can definitely send An Suyou.
She destroyed Jialan. An Suyou used to be the dean of Jialan. He is qualified to seek revenge from Qingge and interrupt this battle.
The two fell to the ground, and Qingge kicked Ming Qianjue in the abdomen. Ming Qianjue's body flew backwards like a gust of wind and hit the thick trunk of a century-old tree.
At the same time, Qingge threw the knife in his hand.
Just as Ming Qianjue slid down the tree, the Mingwang Sword penetrated his left chest, grazed his heart, and penetrated deeply into the tree trunk.
Life and death are in an instant.
As long as the blade tilts for a moment, he will die.
Ming Qianjue's eyes widened and she looked forward in shock.
Not far ahead, dust and smoke were everywhere. The woman was dressed in black, her eyes were like lightning, and she looked at him contemptuously, "Ming Qianjue, you lose."
A gray figure descended from the sky and stood in front of Qingge.
Qingge raised her eyelids and looked coldly at that familiar face.
An Suyou was her first master, and she had put aside all prejudices and tried to accept him.
However, just when she regarded An Suyou as one of her own, An Suyou's refusal to save her gave her a blow in the head and made her wake up instantly.
She doesn't blame An Suyou, she only blames herself for being incapable.
However, from then on, the master-disciple relationship was severed and there was no more contact.
"Song." An Suyou said.
Even without Jialan, An Suyou's status as the Four Swords Spiritual Master is still unshakable.
Jin Chanzi walked up to Qingge, protected Qingge, and glanced sideways at An Suyou, "Don't call me so affectionate, surnamed An. Qingge is my disciple. If anything happens, just come to me."
An Suyou's face darkened. He looked at Jin Chanzi and clenched his hands into fists.
"Master, you can bask in the sun here, and you can just go to the shade over there to enjoy the coolness." Qingge said.
The moment Jin Chanzi turned around, the fierce look on his face suddenly turned into a kind smile.
Ji Hua looked at this scene and his eyes widened suddenly. He felt that the world was so big and the Master was amazing.
Why do you still have two faces——
Jin Chanzi said with a smile: "Good boy, you will turn black if you are exposed to the hot sun. You go and enjoy the cool air."
"No, Master, you better go."
"You go ahead."
"..."
When Ji Hua heard the two people's words of humility to each other, he felt like his head was going to explode.
Jin Chanzi had never been so polite to him. In the winter, when he was making elixirs, it was too cold. Jin Chanzi looked at him and said he didn't look like a man.
Ji Hua wanted to run away from home.
He is a child who does not have the love of his master.
The people around him were also stunned. They had never seen such a humble and harmonious master and disciple.
Qingge has a smile on her face, the iceberg melts, Jin Chanzi's eyes are full of kindness, kindness and kindness, but there is no trace of majesty.
"Grandpa, do you want to enjoy the shade?" Yan Xiaowu opened his eyes wide and asked imitatively.
Grandpa looked at Yan Xiaowu and smiled helplessly.
She is also surrounded by descendants.
Grandpa looked at Qingge. The past three years of Qingge were nothing short of legendary.
Her two masters were An Suyou and Jin Chanzi, and her adoptive father was the city lord Yong Yesheng.
The verbal conversation between Qingge and Jin Chanzi angered An Suyou.
He looked at Qing Ge and took out a mercenary medal, "As of today, it is exactly one year. Since you have defeated Ming Qianjue, the position of president should be yours. Now I challenge you as a mercenary member.
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The smile on Jin Chanzi's face stopped immediately. When he looked at An Suyou, his eyes were full of anger, "An Suyou, why are you so disrespectful? Can you even say this? You are already a grown man.
, don’t get involved in these things. If you have this time, you might as well buy yourself a good coffin, so as not to have nowhere to put the body after this."
Jin Chanzi's mouth is also poisonous, and every word is precise and sharp.
An Suyou looked at Jin Chanzi, his mind buzzing.
He looked past Jin Chanzi and towards Qingge, "Ye Qingge, will you accept the battle?"
Jin Chanzi raised her left hand and placed it in front of Qingge, "Qingge, don't be afraid."
Jin Chanzi looked at An Suyou and said angrily: "The big bullies the small, An Suyou, are you still shameless? Do you have the nerve to challenge? If I were you, I would have been so embarrassed that I would have killed you. And
Face the world with face? Your face is thicker than the walls of Luohua City."