Under the setting sun, the girl stood tall and tall, and Fang Gang was as strong as any warrior on the battlefield. Her voice was like thunder, resounding for dozens of miles. People swarming on the street had shock and amazement in their eyes.
The man in the dragon robe on the chariot has a vulture-like aura of death between his brows.
"Ye Qingge, you are so brave."
Spiritual energy surged into his throat. When the Beiyue Emperor spoke, the spiritual energy sharp edges suddenly condensed and spread in all directions. The chests of the eight palace slaves carrying the chariot trembled, and blood flowed backwards and gushes out from the seven orifices.
The palace slave fell to the ground, and the gorgeous, luxurious and solemn chariot hit the ground heavily.
The Beiyue Emperor never thought that Qingge would openly and openly list the responsibilities of his Beiyue Emperor.
Last night at midnight, he woke up from a nightmare.
He dreamed that the girl from Qing Pheasant was forcing him into a corner with a big knife in her hand, and she was slashing at him crazily, without stopping, with a fierce look on her face.
Bei Yue Huang was sweating profusely and was so frightened that he ran into the secret room of Dew Terrace and burned all the twin vood bugs with fireworks before resting peacefully.
But, the girl is not dead!
The next day, when he learned about this, he was completely panicked. He quickly called Bei Yueming to the palace and gave Bei Yueming a new Seven Emotions Poison.
This seven-emotion poison is not as powerful as the one given to Bei Yueming before. If Qingge can really create miracles like before, she can resist the power of this poison. If not, she will become Bei Yueming's woman.
He is setting up a huge trap, using his son's wealth and life as bait.
If nothing happens to him, Bei Yueming will definitely be killed by his cruel temperament.
By then, as long as Bei Yueming dies, he will be able to take her down openly.
No one would have thought that this man would push his most beloved son step by step to the place of death.
"Come here, catch the guilty girl Ye Qingge and throw her into the dungeon of the criminal law library. She will be executed on another day."
The Beiyue Emperor roared angrily, and three thousand dead soldiers came in a storm, surrounding Qing Ge. There was not even a gap, and the overwhelming death energy strangled the surroundings.
The girl stood among them, her dark clothes were like night, her lips were red and her brows were enchanting. She tilted her head slightly, her narrow phoenix eyes were filled with coldness, and there was a bloodthirsty smile on her lips.
Three thousand dead soldiers, holding swords, spears, swords and halberds.
The sword light flashed, the sword shadows were heavy, and the boundless purgatory instantly enveloped her, and the murderous intent in the sky was all aimed at the girl alone.
Among the crowd, there was a young girl with unparalleled elegance and stunning talent. She was obviously only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the coldness in her eyes made people tremble. The murderous intention derived from her body seemed to be condensed into substance and transformed into...
An ancient sword.
The moment the dead man took action, Qingge suddenly stretched out his hand, and the Mingwang Sword that had been inserted into the ground suddenly appeared in Qingge.
The simple blade of Rumo kept trembling, like a dragon roaring. Beyond the sky, there were furious dinosaurs, and under the river of blood, there were bones.
The sun sets in the west, and the bloody setting sun disappears behind the fighting battlefield.
The moon is clear and bright, but the cold night is freezing.
On the street, at the moment when the pearl of the night lights up, a girl like Shura, with a Mingwang sword, shuttles through the three thousand dead soldiers. She raises the sword and drops it, splitting it into two, bloody and ruthless.
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A tiger as ferocious as the mountain, as vigorous as a dragon emerging from the water. People standing by the street, waiting for the dawn in the east after the eternal night, will probably never forget the heroic appearance of the girl on that day, even if a hundred years have passed since the body was buried in the coffin.
Such a decisive and ruthless killing, covering the world with one glance, covering the world with one hand, vast and overwhelming, exuding the ruthlessness of a generation of war god generals fighting on the battlefield.
Murderous intent.
crazy.
This is a blood rose that blooms in troubled times. When it withers, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers collapse in an instant. How can there be any world left?
However, on the streets that are usually full of flowers, there are broken limbs and broken bones, with blood dripping everywhere, like a doomsday blood rain. Compared with these dead soldiers who were born as puppets, the girl holding the Mingwang Sword in her hand looks like
More like a dead soldier.
He has never shown any mercy in his attacks, either cutting him in half, killing two parts of his body, or cutting off his tendons...
The Beiyue Emperor, who was standing on top of the chariot, had a fierce look in his eyes, looking at the scene of massacre coldly. The murderous intention in his eyes did not diminish at all, but grew for no reason.
If he can't die even if he sings softly, he will never be able to rest for the rest of his life.
The moon is bright, the stars are few, and the air is dull.
Qingge poured all the two kinds of spiritual energy in the elixir fire into the Mingwang Sword. Her elixir fire was one purple and one red. During normal practice, she could only circulate the aura on the red elixir fire.
Ji Yue said that only a spiritual master can release the spiritual energy stored in the purple elixir fire, and now several fights have actually forced out the spiritual energy in the purple elixir fire.
When the two kinds of spiritual energy intertwined and irrigated the Mingwang Sword, the blade couldn't stop shaking, like a landslide after an earthquake. If Qingge hadn't been determined and refused to let go, the Mingwang Sword would have rushed out of her hand.
Break this world apart.
The Beiyue Emperor looked at Mingwang Dao among the soft singers in disbelief, and mechanically raised his eyes to look at the sky. Under the night, the stars were bright, and the light of thousands of stars filled the night, forming a roaring dinosaur.
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Luxurious and brilliant, the silver flowers and fire trees illuminate the entire night sky.
Qing Ge suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee, and countless dead soldiers swarmed towards her.
He lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and smiled like a nightmare.
She held the Mingwang Sword in her hand, raised it suddenly, and then slashed it down. The light of stars covered the ground, and pillars of light rose from the ground.
When the light and fire covered the bodies of the dead soldiers, these dead soldiers seemed to be burning with fire. Their bodies twisted a few times and then turned into blood mist and sprinkled down.
She walked out of the starlight, with blood mist floating all over the sky. Her black clothes were like ink, her white hair was like snow, and her scarlet eyes were like a coquettish blood demon.
After countless dead soldiers died, a large number of dead soldiers rushed forward.
These dead warriors have the lowest strength of the fifth level of innate strength.
She fought bloody battles, her robes fluttered, her feet were on floating clouds, and she held Mingwang's sword in her hand. She came and went, turning mountains and rivers upside down and causing disasters with blood.
The spiritual energy in the Danhuo gradually dried up, and the Mingwang Sword in the Qingsong chopped off the dead soldiers one after another.
Eventually, the aura was gone.
Qing Ge was exhausted, the veins in his body burst and blood surged out, and the Blood Demon Flower between his eyebrows released evil energy, as if he was the god of murder from ancient times, using blood as a sacrifice to the world!
The Mingwang Sword in his hand penetrated the body of a dead soldier, and blood gushed out. Qingge pulled out the Mingwang Sword. His legs were weak, his hands were trembling, his eyes were scarlet, and he had no strength to fight anymore.
Countless sharp blades were crisscrossed around her body, and there were killing blows from all directions, blocking her way.
The King Ming's sword slipped from Qingge's hand and fell to the ground, and the sonorous sound made everyone's souls seem to tremble.
"Kneel down!" Beiyue Emperor shouted.
The two sharp knives on Qingge's shoulders kept pressing down. The dead soldier's face was expressionless, and Qingge stood upright. Even though his body was in shock, he had no intention of surrendering.