In the bleak world, there is only Xin Wanjun's contemptuous laughter.
"Fen Tian, kill her!"
With a command, the fire dragon that was still on the top of the clouds screamed suddenly, resounding through the clouds, and then it was seen gliding down. The fire dragon merged with the strong fire light, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other. Under the sea of fire, the fire dragon's thick tail suddenly burst out.
The ground swept towards Qingge, who retreated continuously. The rouge-colored gown was lifted up by the wind, and the emerald hairpin of the curly hair fell to the ground. Three thousand green hair fell down, brushing on the face, covering the picturesque eyebrows.
There were countless seats and gilded chairs, and the man stood up suddenly.
Mo Xie looked at the jade hairpin that was falling and submerged in the sea of fire, and his fingertips couldn't stop trembling.
Although I felt disappointed, I was more worried about Qingge's safety.
Qing Ge stepped on the fire, and her waist-length black hair hung down. When she was about to retreat quickly to avoid the fire dragon's attack, she saw a little green light cast into the vast fire.
Pupils suddenly tightened, Qingge stopped retreating, turned her back to the fire dragon, squatted down amidst the astonished eyes, and finally found the touch of green with her spiritual energy. She picked up the jade hairpin and pointed it towards Mo Xie
Looking at him, a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was full of energy.
Suddenly, the moment she stood up, the tail of the fire dragon whizzed over and hit her back. Her spine seemed to be broken. Qingge flew out and fell into the sea of fire, face down, with blood all over her forehead.
On her eyelashes, they were entangled and hung lightly, showing a hint of charm and charm. The corners of Qingge's eyes twitched. The pain of broken bones in her body was unbearable. She stood up with all her strength, holding the jade hairpin tightly in her hands.
It was not a token of love, nor was it a spiritual treasure that could cause bloodshed. But when it fell into the sea of fire and was about to be burned, a pure and unruly figure appeared in Qingge's mind, and her heart felt like
Trembling, she didn't even have time to think about how dangerous it would be. She only knew that she couldn't let the hairpin disappear like this.
Mo Xie stood in the middle of the crowd, his face pale. For a long time, he laughed as if there was no one else. He laughed so openly and frivolously that those who heard it were moved.
If anyone observes carefully, they will find that there are tears hanging from the corners of the man's eyes.
After a long time, Xu was tired from laughing. Mo Xie lowered his head and cursed bitterly.
"Fool, this fool is nothing more than a hairpin!"
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Arena.
The fire illuminates the sky.
Qing Ge stood in the vast fire. The Mingwang Sword fell to the ground. She raised her hand with difficulty and looked down. The wrist and the underside of the palm were all scorched by the flames. The blood and flesh were stuck together, forming a
The dark color is hideous and terrifying.
She protects herself with spiritual energy so that she can walk freely in the fire.
Just then, she went to pick up the jade hairpin in a hurry, and was attacked by a fire dragon on her back. When she missed it, her hand was actually burned.
Even if she can protect herself with spiritual energy, her spiritual energy is indeed purer than others, and the storage capacity of her Dantian is also astonishingly large, but if this continues, sooner or later her Dantian will dry up, and then she will have no choice but to become a victim of this fire.
A little soot.
The fire dragon was like a tarsal maggot, reluctant to leave, rolling out of the fire. The dragon's beard separated from its body, like eight sharp blades, like eight fires burning the sky, and suddenly attacked Qing Ge amid the lightning and thunder.
go.
"What should I do? Qingge's hand is injured and I can't hold the knife. If we continue like this, we will definitely lose." Mo Xie sat dejectedly on the gilded chair. "The Five Elements Spiritual Weapon is pressing hard against her, obviously trying to take her life."
He doesn't care whether she wins or loses, it doesn't matter if she loses or wins, nothing is worth her smile.
Ye Wuhen's hands clenched the handle tightly, and his purple robe covered the gilded chair. His eyes reflected the firelight on the stage and the small figure that looked like dust and ants, so thin and so thin.
stubborn.
A golden light covered the ring, and no one else was allowed to interfere in the fight between the two.
Beihuang was sitting at the front. He picked up the tea cup calmly and took a sip. His eyes darkened slightly. There was a medium-sized scar on the right side of Bei Yueming's face. It was Ji Yue's handwriting that day.
Sitting on the chair, his expression was hard to tell. Even he didn't know whether he wanted that woman to win the game or lose completely.
Now, this woman has become the laughing stock of the whole world, and he is still a noble prince and the son of the emperor. With his status, wouldn't it be condescending to marry a woman who has been abandoned by others?
Even though she was thinking this way, she didn't want her to lose or die like this.
He couldn't deal with the Five Elements Spiritual Weapon. If Xin Wanjun wanted him to die, he didn't know what the chances were that he could survive.
It should be very small.
Ye Qingge is the same, it is difficult to survive.
Thinking of this, Bei Yueming actually felt a sense of pleasure in his heart. These days, that woman has always been beautiful, creating one jaw-dropping miracle after another. Even he couldn't help but want to bow his head sometimes. Now...
Now, this woman is in a miserable state, just like the good-for-nothing she was back then, letting others trample on her, beat her and scold her.
While Bei Yueming was meditating, Ye Qingtian's face turned red and he wanted to stand up. Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi on both sides stopped him almost unanimously.
Ye Qingtian's eyes turned red, "Let go!"
"Brother Ye, the golden light shield was left behind by Beiyue Taizu. No one can open it except the emperor. Don't be impulsive, otherwise you will die under the golden light shield before anything happens to Qing Ge."
Shangguan Lin said anxiously that he knew Ye Qingtian's character. Seeing that something was going to happen to his granddaughter, he might rush over with red eyes and die in the golden light shield.
"Yes, Brother Shangguan is right."
Chen Zhi nodded and said, "Look at Qing Ge, so many miracles have happened along the way. Maybe there will be a miracle this time too."
"Fart your mother's dog."
Ye Qingtian blushed and yelled, "Even I dare not confront the Five Elements Spiritual Weapon rashly. My granddaughter's life and death are on the line. It's good of you to make me believe in miracles."
What is the use of miracles?
Does his granddaughter's life matter?
"Grandpa, if something happens to Qing Ge, I will not let the Bei Tomb King and his daughter leave Bei Yue alive." A soft voice sounded, and only Ye Qingtian, Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi could hear it.
Ye Qingtian and others looked to the side, and saw a man in a purple brocade robe sitting on a chair, with a cold face, perfect outline, and an arrogant temperament.
Ye Wuhen's hands were clenched tightly under his sleeves, and several cracks appeared on the handle of the gilt chair, which could break at any time.
There seems to be murderous intent rising from all over the sky.
Hearing the sound, Ye Qingtian lay weakly on the chair, looking at the girl with blood on her face and a wounded hand in the firelight with cloudy eyes.
Her right hand was injured and she couldn't hold the knife, so she was doomed to lose, but Xin Wanjun showed no mercy, as if the enemy who killed her father was standing in front of her, determined to let Qing Ge die without a burial!