Two lines of tears flowed from Lord Haitang's eyes.
"ah!"
He roared angrily, like a beast whose scales had been touched.
Lord Haitang's roar was earth-shattering, stimulating and shaking the cultivators' eardrums.
"Are you still human?" Lord Haitang shouted: "Ten-killing formation!? You use the ten-killing formation to deal with a young hero who is only twenty years old. Do you, the Pingqiu Yan tribe, still have the heart? The so-called experience, I'm afraid
You just came prepared, you guys have ulterior motives, even the beasts
Might as well."
Not only Lord Haitang, but also Dugu Xue, Qiu Wen and countless masters of secluded casual cultivators, their hearts seemed to be twitching and trembling after seeing Qing Ge sitting in the Ten Killing Formation, and they could not stop feeling sad.
, spread crazily. Especially Ye Qingcheng, as if going crazy, regardless of it, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he quickly plucked the strings, and the murderous sounds poured out like water, sweeping away, even if he did not overestimate his ability.
, and they are still like the waves in the deep sea, one after another.
The ground hit hard.
Ye Qingcheng lost his mind and consciousness, and allowed the strings formed by the light to cut the flesh of his fingertips.
In her eyes, apart from the winter-like indifference, there was only endless anger and murderous aura.
Ye Qingcheng played the piano faster and faster. Even her hands were invisible to the naked eye. There were only afterimages that flashed by quickly, and the sound of the wind!
In the distance, in the territory of the Alliance Empire, Xu Wenfeng saw this scene, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he gasped for air. He looked at Ye Qingcheng distressedly, and a faint red flashed at the ends of his eyes. The end of his field of vision was full of dazzling eyes.
In the world of radiant flames, in the vast abyss of the void, a woman stands on the back of a monster. Her clothes are as white as snow, and her three thousand black hairs are as black as waterfalls. They hang down softly and naturally, and the tips of her hair are raised playfully. Her hair is as white as snow.
His face was covered with frost, his tightly pursed lips were white, and his eyes were full of horrifying anger. The hidden murderous intention could burst out of his body at any time and strangle the world in all directions!
Xu Wenfeng saw Ye Qingcheng's hand playing the strings, her skin and flesh being torn apart by the strings, and blood splattering everywhere.
The sound of the piano, stained with the blood of the piano master, was infused with a horrifying murderous aura. The murderous sound was enough to shake the original power of the storm.
In the middle of the storm of the original energy, several bloody seams were opened, and the killing sound came quickly, hitting Luo Siyu head-on.
Luo Siyu took it lightly and was unable to dodge. He could only raise the hands holding the two daggers at the critical moment and block the front door.
Luo Siyu's dagger was able to stop Qindao's killing sound, but it still cut off a few strands of black hair and even left a scar on the right side of his face.
Bright red blood overflowed from the scar. Luo Siyu slowly raised the hand holding the knife and wiped it from the side of his face. After touching the blood, his fingertips trembled.
Luo Siyu's hand moved down, and she looked down. When she saw the blood on her fingertips, Luo Siyu let out a sharp and mean cry.
Luo Siyu was so angry that his chest heaved and he gasped for air, glaring at Ye Qingcheng with wide eyes.
Even a small injury was enough to make her hate Ye Qingcheng to the core.
For women, appearance is their second life, which is particularly important. Especially for people like Luo Siyu, their face is more important than their life.
Even if it's just a scar on her cheek that's no longer than her little finger, it can make her go crazy and crazy!
Ye Qingcheng's face was expressionless, and his whole body was exuding the winter-like frosty air. What was suppressed under the indifference was ruthless killing!
She didn't know anything and didn't want to think about it. She only saw that the girl she held dear to her heart shed tears and was a little embarrassed by others.
Even if the opponent comes prepared, even if there are ten Origin Realm masters, even if the outcome is destined to be an egg against a stone, Ye Qingcheng is still willing to fight to the end at the cost of his life.
In the Ten Killing Formation, Qingge sat cross-legged in the wind, looking deeply at Ye Qingcheng with a pair of complex and sad eyes.
Ye Qingcheng has been paranoid for five years, and the hysterical extreme that shines from his bones has never changed.
She is both Ye Qingcheng's weakness and Ye Qingcheng's enemy. Whenever her problems are touched, Ye Qingcheng seems to be a different person.
The sound of Ye Qingcheng's piano is no longer clear and soft, and the murderous sound inside is full of destructive anger.
There were tears at the end of Qingge's eyes, and a wry smile curled up at the corners of her lips. She felt helpless and distressed.
It's the third time.
From the guillotine of the Beiyue Dynasty to the Alliance Empire in the Flaming World, Ye Qingcheng shot her hands three times until their flesh was bloody.
The killing sound injected with blood will only become stronger and stronger.
The sky above the empire is densely packed and overwhelming.
Those killing sounds are overwhelming and irresistible, and they continue to deepen along the cracks of the original energy storm.
Bang!
Until a huge sound suddenly appeared, the storm of the original aura condensed by ten Pingqiu disciples shattered in response to the sound.
No one noticed that in the depths of Ye Qingcheng's eyes, there was a river of blood flowing there.
However, after the original storm shattered, the blood river in his eyes slowly dissipated like an ebbing tide.
The sound of Qingcheng's piano at night shocked many people.
The original energy is so powerful that even the strength of the snow girl cannot be matched.
Ye Qingcheng was able to crush the original storm, which shows how astonishing her piano talent is!
Liu Yan'er's mouth was filled with blood, and she sat leaning on Ah Rou's back. She raised her head and saw Ye Qingcheng, who was in her prime and unparalleled beauty, and a flamboyant smile appeared on her lips.
"It's love."
Liu Yaner said: "She loves her deeply."
Ah Rou was puzzled.
Can a woman in this world love another woman deeply?
In Arou's understanding, this kind of love is usually the affection, pleasure and love between a man and a woman.
Liu Yan'er raised her head and leaned on Ah Rou with all her strength.
"It is a love that transcends the shackles of the world, a feeling of fighting side by side for many years, and a bond accumulated over the years."
Liu Yan'er said: "Xiaorou, have you ever heard of chronic poison?"
Arou shook her head.
"Empress Ye is a chronic poison."
"Everyone who meets her will be poisoned by her. Some people are always fighting against her and are natural enemies. But some people, without knowing it, have poison in their bones, and she is the only antidote."
Liu Yaner said.
Ah Rou seemed to understand, her clear and bright eyes looked straight at Ye Qingcheng, her eyes full of curiosity.
The news about Ye Qingcheng and Empress Ye had already spread to Wuliang Principality.
Everyone is very curious about what kind of feelings Ye Qingcheng has for Empress Ye.
A scholar once said: It starts with emotion and ends with etiquette.
But after seeing what she saw today and listening to Master Liu's words, Ah Rou slowly had an epiphany.
There was no emotion, nor was there any courtesy.
Over the long years and in the hell on earth, they have already become each other's souls.
Those are not shackles, they are her paranoia.
She is firm in her original intention.
The original energy storm shattered, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Ye Qingcheng slowly stopped plucking the strings, but her hands were covered with dripping red blood.