The sudden aura erupted with the strength of the Four Swords Spiritual Master, as if a tornado was coming towards him. Before the Mingwang Sword in Qingsong could chop Wu Yu, he was forced to retreat by the aura.
She knelt on one knee, held the handle of the knife with both hands, inserted the Mingwang knife into the ground, and slid fiercely back along the wild land, until she reached the river bank, where she stopped.
Yellow sand rolled, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the huge aftermath set off water columns on the river, which bloomed on the other side of the sky and lit up the night.
Qingge lowered her head slightly, looking at the mud on the ground with cold eyes, a strand of broken hair hanging on her forehead.
She raised her sinister and affectionate eyes, looked forward through the cracks in her mottled hair.
Wu Yu sat on the carriage in panic and uncertainty.
In front of Wu Yu, an old figure symbolized justice, standing there with his hands behind his back, his gray brows furrowed, looking at Qing Ge complicatedly.
Qingge sneered, and the laughter became louder and louder, spreading along the river.
She stood up holding the Mingwang Sword, then suddenly pulled the Mingwang Sword out of the ground, and looked at An Suyou mockingly, "Dean An came at the right time."
An Suyou ignored him and turned a blind eye. He turned around and helped Wu Yu up. With his back to Qing Ge, he said, "The old relationship between master and disciple is still there. I don't want to do anything to you."
Qing Ge seemed to have heard a huge joke, and smiled sarcastically, "Indeed, Dean An is such a noble person, but he can only stumble in secret, so how can he put me to death openly?"
She didn't believe that Wu Yu mobilized the dark magician without authorization and An Suyou didn't know about it. He was just turning a blind eye. How could An Suyou not know that he came at the critical moment when Wu Yu was killed?
She had just faced eight dark magicians alone. Life or death was uncertain?
An Suyou is still as shameless as ever.
It's not that he has changed, it's that she never understood him.
An Suyou turned around and said, "Qingge, everything I do is for your own good."
With Yu Ji's words echoing in his mind, An Suyou became more determined to follow this path.
He is not wrong.
"For my own good?" Qing Ge sneered, with a sinister look on his face, "Come on, Dean An, put away your high-sounding tricks."
Changing the topic, Qingge suddenly lowered her voice and said, "What if I have to kill Wu Yu?"
An Suyou's face fell, "As long as I'm here, you can't kill him."
He raised his head and laughed while singing softly.
The laughter stopped, her eyes were sarcastic, and her voice was clear and clear, "Then, take this old thing and get out of my sight."
Indeed, as An Suyou said.
Although her breakthrough speed was terrifying and her combat value was abnormal, she was overwhelmed by the absolute strength.
Being born at the thirteenth level, she could not take a safe life under An Suyou's protection.
Just like when she was in the far north, she could only fight as a trapped beast.
All this is just because it is not strong enough!
In the reincarnation of the world, the winner is king, the weak eat the strong, and the strong fist is the king.
Qingge's unkind words made Wu Yu bleed. He glared at Qingge and said with a strange smile: "Ye Qingge, the days ahead are long. This is just the beginning."
"Great Elder, if you have time to be angry with me, you might as well prepare a coffin for yourself. Who knows, one day I will die with just one kick, right?" Qing Ge said while wiping the blood on Prince Ming's sword.
Wu Yu was furious. However, compared with his words, he talked more and made more mistakes. He could not win because he could confuse right and wrong and sing softly.
An Suyou held Wu Yu's hand and pressed it hard, with a warning tone. He looked at Qing Ge, said "see you later" and took Wu Yu away in the blue-eyed flame beast, in the night sky under the stars.
Cutting through long traces.
At this moment, Qingge frowned, clutched the Mingwang Sword, and sat helplessly on the ground.
She had spent too much energy and spiritual energy on breaking the formation. If she wanted to kill Wu Yu, she could only rely on her strong mental strength to support him. She was already at the end of her strength and was vulnerable to a single blow.
However, after experiencing such a battle, Qingge discovered the power of the dark magician.
Compared with the aura of Haoran, the mysterious spiritual master, and the evil dark magician, it seems to contain more profound power.
Unfortunately, most of the dark magicians have perished.
Qingsha Yao covered the wound on her shoulder and walked to Qingge crookedly.
Her lips were dry, her face was as white as rice paper, her eyes were unfocused, and there was a deep wound on her side chest with visible bones. The black charred flesh was sticking out with dripping blood, and the bones were hidden under the broken tendons.
Qingsha Yao seemed to be overdrawn and her limbs were weak.
The veiled demon's face was covered with blood, and her purple-black lips were full of seductive power. She raised a bright and evil smile, and her pair of whirlpool-like eyes were actually flowing with clear spring water at this moment.
She was condescending and stretched out her hand towards Qing Ge, "Are you dead?"
Qingge took a breath, sweat dripping down her face, she raised her head and smiled, "How can it be so easy for a disaster to die?"
As he said that, he put his hand on Qingsha Demon's palm.
The Qingsha Demon's face was almost transparent. She slowly closed her fingers, and their white and tender palms were in close contact with each other through a thick layer of blood.
Qingsha Yao's eyebrows were livid, and her slender veins were slightly bulging out. She exerted all her strength, as if she had spent her whole life, to pull Qing Ge up.
The two stood precariously, like willows in the wind.
Looking at each other, they laughed silently.
Qingsha Yao's eyes were slightly red, "Ye Qingge, why do you think of me as your friend? I don't even dare to trick you."
Because the Qingsha clan has a special relationship with Jialan, Qingsha Yao and Dean Yan got the news early in the morning that Wuyu was going to mobilize the Jialan dead soldiers, the evil dark magicians, and she did not plan to tell Qingge
, and even wanted to help Wu Yu deliberately hide it, waiting for Li Fugui to be killed, Bi Xishuang to be kidnapped, and Wu Yu to make a huge mistake, then he could push Ye Qingge to the extreme.
By then, Qingsha Yao will be able to achieve what she has always wanted.
Invite her to destroy Jialan together.
And Ye Qingge had no choice.
That ancient castle is about to perish.
However, just when the plan was about to succeed, she was ruined.
After pulling back from the brink and looking back in time, she was actually happier than she imagined.
At this moment, on the barren hill, Qingsha Yao looked at Qingge's face and suddenly felt happy, glad that he did not plot against her and lose this friend because of temporary gains.
Qingge sighed softly.
She clasped Qingsha Yao's hand, and the two supported each other and walked towards the capital of Beiyue Emperor.
Both of them lost the ability to fight anymore, and even walking was extremely difficult.
Qingsha Yao has never felt so relaxed.
She lowered her head and looked at the hand held tightly by the woman. She felt a subtle feeling in her heart, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
The ghostly purple-black eyes became more and more gentle.
It is much better for two people to depend on each other than to fight alone.