The blue-purple lightning surged like a water dragon. After brewing for a long time, it slid straight down. At this time, Zhan Qiu threw up the purple electric hook in his hand, and streaks of blue-purple lightning suddenly rushed into the purple electric hook.
, behind the arena is a barren land, and above the land is an apocalyptic scene. Lightning connects the sky and the earth. Everyone looks at the sky and the earth in amazement.
The electric light flowed into Zhan Qiu's body, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his head and bombarded the Mingwang knife. Qing Ge only felt that the electric current slipped through the Mingwang knife and entered her hand. Her mouth went numb and her body continued to convulse.
, Qingge couldn't help but take a few steps back, and raised her eyes to look at Zhan Qiu with her white hair flying. Zhan Qiu's body was surrounded by purple lightning, and there seemed to be thunder in his eyes. Thousands of things in the sky.
The thunderbolt became his foil, and those soft black eyes were filled with murderous intent at this moment, strong and overwhelming, rushing out.
Qingge tightly grasped the Mingwang Sword in her hand, circulated the pure spiritual energy in the Danhuo, and forced out several violet lightning bolts from her body.
Sweated all over.
"This man actually has a lightning physique."
Ji Yue said in surprise: "A person with a thunder and lightning physique can induce thunder and generate electricity if he practices well in the later stage. However, he is only at the seventh level of innateness and his own thunder and lightning physique is not particularly strong. How can he induce thunder from the sky?"
"It must have been a secret method."
Qing Ge sneered, and said through the soul: "I heard that the King of the North Tomb has a broken reggae score in his hand, and Zhan Qiu wants me to die so much. I think the North Tomb King gave his bad reggae score to Zhan Qiu, Zhan Qiu
Qiu gave up in the last battle because he had to draw out the thunder if he wanted to win against the aventurine, but that would have alerted the enemy. In the four-dynasty war, his goal was to kill me, so how could he allow me to take precautions in advance, so he gave up?
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"You can't deal with this thunder with your current strength. I know this is your battle and you don't want me to interfere."
Ji Yue was silent for a while and said: "But if you can't hold on, let me come. Don't always be alone. Remember that you still have me."
Qingge was stunned.
No one has ever said such words to her, no one has ever told her you and I. She is always like this, very stubborn, and refuses to bow down even if all her bones are broken.
She has always felt this way, there is no one behind her and she cannot fall.
But it seems to be different now. Behind her, at some point, there is someone more, and that person will risk his life to treat her well.
She sang and laughed. Under the blue light of thunder and lightning, her smile was extremely beautiful. The people of Beiyue looked at the girl who suddenly laughed in surprise. The girl was wrapped in a long black dress, as if splashed on rice paper.
The thick ink is hard to draw through, silent and desolate, but it has amazed the eyes of millions of people.
Zhan Qiu turned around and walked towards Qingge. He dragged one end of the iron rope with his fingers and the purple electric hook at the other end on the ground. When it was rubbed, it made a "chichi" sound, like a soul-stirring sound, strange and eerie.
, creepy.
The feminine man's robe was flying, he was pressing forward step by step, and the electric light around him was extremely frightening.
When he walked three steps away from Qingge, the soft boots stopped. The green light reflected on the man's face, which was particularly charming. Suddenly, bloodthirsty color filled his eyes, and his slender hands suddenly
With one swing, the purple electric hook hit Qing Ge hard.
Not only that, the overwhelming lightning passed through Zhan Qiu's body to the iron rope, and then spread from the iron rope to the purple electric hook. Finally, the lightning was like a wall, approaching Qing Ge.
Qingge clenched the Mingwang Sword tightly, and the electric light bloomed in Qingge's black eyes. The coquettish blue and purple flowers bloomed. The scene of the end of the world, the tranquility before the storm, the calm lake finally started to have waves and waves.
The waves turned into a wall of tens of thousands of feet, reaching into the sky, obliterating this empty city.
The girl in danger licked her lips, and poured all the aura from the elixir into the King Ming sword. The Blood Demon Flower between her brows glowed red. In an instant, countless Blood Demon Blades came out of the air, dense and dense.
At this moment, it bloomed into a flower, and finally, it rushed towards the surging electric light.
Qingge ran forward with all her strength, and then jumped up. In mid-air, the sky behind the girl was thundering, and dark clouds were dense, covering the sky. She suddenly stretched out her hand, and grabbed the purple electric hook with her slender left hand.
The Mingwang Sword in his hand struck Zhan Qiu without hesitation.
Zhan Qiu lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and sneered.
The purple electric hook on the other hand swung up and hooked towards Qingge's shoulder and ribs.
If Qingge's knife falls, Zhan Qiu's arm will definitely be cut off, but if so, Qingge will not be able to avoid Zhan Qiu's attack, and the ribs in front of and below the shoulder will suffer the same fate as Mu Qi.
The battle in the competition ring was in full swing, and it was in a white-hot state, and the hearts of everyone on the gilded seats were also raised.
"Get out of the way quickly, hurry up!" Mo Xie exerted force on his hand, and the wine gourd in his hand turned into powder. The wine flowed down the entire hand, and then spread out from between the fingers.
He looked at the people on the ring with red eyes, and his throat hurt abnormally.
Not only him, but Ye Qingtian, Ye Wuhen and others were also impatient.
They all want Qingge to avoid Zhan Qiu’s purple electric hook...
But the girl on the stage seemed not to have seen the purple electric hook swung towards her. The murderous intent and determination in her blood-stained eyes were moving. She jumped in the air, with half of the country behind her. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning were passing through her fingertips, looking down from above.
Looking at Zhan Qiu, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth, like the King of Hell in the underworld.
prick……
The sound of blood splattering was like a beautiful musical note.
Blood sprayed all over her face. One of Zhan Qiu's arms was cut off and left in a pool of blood. It seemed to twitch a few times. The girl fell to the ground. The Mingwang Sword in her hand was dark and simple. She raised her eyes towards Zhan Qiu.
Looking at him, he saw blood on his face and an evil look on his face.
Her body trembled, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Qingge lowered her head and looked up her chest, only to see the purple electric hook hooking a rib and ruthlessly pulling it out. The pain of broken bones and flesh and blood made Qingge
Ge's mind was in chaos, and all the hot blood in his chest rushed upwards. Qingge had a spasm, and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The ribs covered with blood and flesh were dragged on the ground. Zhan Qiu looked at Qing Ge in shock.
He will throw out the purple electric hook to attack Qingge, not to hurt both sides, but to make Qingge give up the attack.
But what he never expected was that this woman was so cruel, not only to others, but also to herself.
In order to lose one of his arms, she actually used one of his ribs to replace it.
Bloody killing, cruel and ruthless.
The girl has white hair, an ink-like shirt, a face full of hot scarlet blood, and a smile as bright as a flower. Evil and sycophants are rampant, and endless violence is released all over her body. She is like the god of death, cold to the end.
Yes.
This is her.
Under ten thousand deaths, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, she is the messenger from purgatory.