After Qin Kui left, Mo Qiong, who was dressed in red like fire, looked at Qing Ge and smiled coldly before leaving too.
The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and she has plenty of time.
Qingge pursed her lips, pointing the Mingwang Sword diagonally at the ground in her hand, with a fierce light flashing in her eyes.
The trouble in Luohua City... is really difficult.
"Why did this person leave?"
An Suyou looked surprised, then shrugged and said, "Really, I also want to tell this guy Qin Kui that the girl at Beiyue Xiaoxiang Hall is pretty good, and she can bear it."
Everyone: "..." It wasn't you who scared people away.
However, it is strange that there can be such a shameless and reckless old man in this world whose only hobby is to go to a brothel to spend the night with Cuihua.
"Little disciple, I'll go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to see if Cuihua'er wants to be my master. You pack up and I'll take you to Jialan in a few days." An Su walked to Qing Ge and stretched out his hand with a smile.
He rubbed Qingge's head, looking very affectionate.
Qingge: "..."
Everyone looked at Qingge in shock. Everyone thought that Qingge was the one who was abandoned. They all laughed at her. As the leader of the Four Dynasties War, she was completely ignored by Jialan Academy. Until this moment, everyone realized that she was the one who was abandoned.
When she came to her senses, she was not abandoned, but was the Jialan Academy where countless people were vying to squeeze their heads out, and she could come and go as she pleased.
An Suyou, the dean of Jialan College, was also called Suhui by some people, which was taken from Jianjia.
According to rumors, this person has an eccentric temperament, unstable and moody. When he is angry, the people suffer, but when he laughs, he is cloudless. When he was young, he was not close to women. After he was over sixty, he lingered in romantic places.
Speaking of An Suyou's life story, it can be called a legend due to his ill-fated fate and bizarre twists and turns.
When he left, An Suyou was strutting around. The aura belonging to the Four Swords Spiritual Master was surrounding his body, like a god of war. His brows were kind but aloof, making him unpredictable.
Qingge looked at An Suyou's back, thoughtfully.
While meditating, a figure suddenly rushed towards Qingge, and the twelve levels of innate spiritual energy suddenly burst out. Qinggexu narrowed his eyes and lazily looked at the bright yellow figure coming towards him, seemingly arrogant.
The dragon soared and screamed in the nine heavens.
Majesty in all directions, king in all directions.
The Northern Moon Emperor is sneaking up on her!
Seeing this, Ye Qingtian, Mo Xie and others immediately rushed towards this side. Li Canglang, Bai Honghai and several spiritual masters activated the spiritual energy in the dantian, turning it into thousands of wind blades that penetrated the Beiyue Emperor's body at any time.
Beiyue Emperor seemed to be desperate, like a moth flying into the flame. There was only Qingge in his bloodshot eyes, and the surging murderous aura seemed to want to cut Qingge into pieces with a thousand knives.
The aura is like the wind, raising three thousand white hairs, the gauze is graceful, and the blood river is surging. The girl is dressed in a long ink-stained dress. It is cold and thin, and the eyebrows are fluttering, but she is charming and charming, even with the innate strength of the seventh level.
In a battle with an opponent who was born at the twelfth level, he showed no sign of fear. He was as calm as before, calm and unfazed, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a faint smile.
In an instant, murderous intent loomed, and ferocious energy burst out with the force of thunder. The blood of corpses from Nanming Cave was quietly filling the depths of Qing Ge's eyes, and the blood demon flower between his eyebrows shone with stray red light, brilliant.
The rising sun is as bright as the sunset.
The roar of the strong wind was like the crackling of lightning. Thousands of blood demon blades burst out of the ruins cave and suddenly appeared, their fiery red colors coloring the eyes of all living beings.
Qingge raised her face and looked at the Beiyue Emperor who jumped into the air. She stepped lightly on the ground with her feet and jumped up as light as a swallow. At the same time, the blood demon blade suspended in the air twisted with fire and bloomed into a lotus.
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Qing Ge stepped on the Blood Demon Lotus, climbed atop the sway, and fought in the air. Before the Bei Yue Emperor attacked, he used ancient martial arts techniques with bizarre moves, and his body was as strong as a ghost.
Bei Yuehuang felt that the person who was in front of him just now had disappeared in an instant. He looked around carefully, and the hot air around his ears gave him goosebumps.
"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"
The moment the charming voice sounded, Beiyue Emperor was trembling with fear. He poured his spiritual energy above his elbow and was about to attack Qing Ge.
Qing Ge's steps were like floating clouds, and he could easily hide away. When his body was hiding to the side, he stretched out his hand with five fingers like claws, grabbed Bei Yue Huang's neck sharply, and threw him to the ground.
Beiyue Emperor fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, his face covered in ashes.
Although there was no real harm, Ye Qingtian and others felt relieved.
While I was relieved, I was also deeply shocked.
This was the first time they saw a battle in which the Seventh Level Xiantian fought against the Twelveth Level Xiantian, and not only did they not lose, but they also made the Twelfth Level Xiantian look disgraced.
"Brother Ye, you, my granddaughter, can do it."
Mo Yuntian, Su Ya and his wife walked under the sycamore tree. Mo Yuntian touched his chin and said with a smile: "This level of elegance is not inferior to that of the God of War Ye Jingfeng. I saw that Xie'er and Qing Ge are a good match, not as good as Let them get together as a couple. We are our own people and know everything about them anyway. It is worse than marrying an outsider."
Ye Qingtian rolled his eyes, "I don't like your son."
Mo Yuntian was messy in the wind, and his face was filled with inner pride. What happened to his son? What happened to such an outstanding person!
"Why are you still standing there? Give them all to me! If they don't die, you will die!"
Beiyue Emperor got up from the ground, looked at the dead soldiers guards who were in a stalemate with the massacre army, roared, nearly eight thousand dead soldiers and five hundred elite guards from the criminal law library immediately fought, and the crossbows surrounded this area of the world.
Hands, shoot arrows again.
It is true that the words of Emperor Beiyue chilled the hearts of these iron-blooded warriors, but they were just guards. They had to do whatever the emperor asked them to do, even if it meant death, they could not even frown.
"Singing in the Night."
During the fight, Beiyue Emperor's eyes fell on Qingge's body, which was ferocious and terrifying, evoking a trace of cruelty. "Do you know how your father died back then? I saw with my own eyes thousands of sharp knives piercing his body, all his limbs and tendons.
His veins were all disconnected, his appearance was destroyed, and even his eyes were gouged out. I wanted to leave him a complete body, but who knew that he was already on the verge of death, yet he was so calm and looked like he was dying for me.
The sign of great righteousness.”
At the end, Bei Yuehuang's voice suddenly rose up, like the bells in a temple on the top of a mountain, shaking people's hearts.
Qing Ge's fingertips trembled, the bloodthirsty factor in his body was ready to move, and his murderous heart would swallow mountains and rivers, and crave the sky.
In the clear night sky in front of the sycamore tree, through the killing sounds of the massacre army and Beiyue Emperor's dead soldiers, I could hear the man's hysterical voice filled with hatred.
The strength in his body seemed to have been drained, and Ye Qingtian's steps were a little unsteady. Mo Yuntian and Xiao Cang stepped forward to support him. Looking at the tired old man with his brows and eyes, they felt as if they had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.