Qingge held the knife and walked to Ye Qingcheng to help him up.
"The Second Sword Spirit Master is a bit difficult to deal with." Ye Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the Queen of the Far North.
Qingge's eyes were cold.
Although her fighting ability is strong, she doesn't dare to boast that she can rival a spiritual master, let alone the Queen of the North, who is a two-sword spiritual master.
What's more, Ye Qingcheng's ability to control the piano is only at the stage of a spiritual master. A slight difference can make a huge difference in his cultivation.
Even if the two of them tried their best, it would be difficult for them to fight against the Queen of the Far North, let alone Xia Su beside them.
The Queen of the Far North had a dark face and her murderous intent was evident.
The woman's seductive eyes fell on Ye Qingcheng, she curled her lips and smiled, and said sarcastically: "God of Qin, since you appeared, there has never been peace in the far north. I wanted to do something to you a month ago, but your miracles are mysterious.
, it’s hard to find. Who would have thought that you and Ye Qingge still have such a relationship. God helps me, so that the lonely king can not only get the Snow Spirit Bead, but also kill you, the so-called God of Music, and return the favor.
My northern peace day.”
At the end of the sentence, the Queen of the Far North laughed arrogantly, her eyebrows raised at the end, sharp and seductive, but she slowly spread her hands, and in an instant, there was the strong wind of Mobei blowing behind her.
At the same time, the spiritual energy in the Queen of the Far North burst out from thousands of pores on her body, making waves as spectacular as a peacock spreading its tail.
The spiritual energy strangled the hurricane and attacked Qingge Ye Qingcheng and the two, completely exposing the strength of the Second Sword Spiritual Master.
Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth, sat down cross-legged again, placed the incomparable ancient Fuxi Qinfeng on his legs, and placed a pair of slender, snow-white hands on the scarlet strings.
But I saw the crystal clear jade fingers plucking the strings, and there seemed to be a sad sound falling from the sky, like pearls and jade falling from the plate, and hibiscus emerging from the water.
After a while, the sound became louder, and everyone seemed to see extremely majestic mountains collapsing one after another.
The sound of collapse was deafening, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, and its momentum was like overwhelming mountains and seas.
The spiritual energy of the Second Sword Spiritual Master was like a ball of fire, coming in blazingly hot, as if it would cut Qing Ge and the two into pigeons.
When the spiritual energy collided with the sound blade, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and each person flew out.
Seeing the aftermath of the spiritual energy, she was about to attack Ye Qingcheng again, but Qing Ge suddenly rose up. The Mingwang Sword burning with moonlight fire in her hand was swung by her, and she faced the spiritual energy storm head-on.
The moment they touched each other, Qing Ge felt numb.
Even the aftermath of the spiritual energy shook her internal organs.
Qingge gritted her teeth, knelt on one knee on the ground, held the handle of the Mingwang Sword stuck on the ground with both hands, and kept slashing backwards with her body.
Her chest rose and fell, and when she lowered her head for a moment, blood flowed from her mouth.
Qingge stood up suddenly, holding a knife in one hand, and raised the other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth fiercely. Her scarlet lips and blue flames between her eyebrows made her look like an elf from the jungle, beautiful and coquettish.
The moment her black eyes turned green, she pushed the soles of her feet towards the ground, and jumped up as light as a swallow. However, the ground she stepped on was frozen and covered with ice.
This layer of ice spread crazily in all directions, with such an astonishing speed that it seemed to cover the whole world with ice and snow.
She ran wildly up Mobei, and everything she hit with her soft boots was covered in ice.
The wind breaks in gusts and the sky is torn apart.
That powerful crescent moon-shaped Mingwang sword looks like splashing ink, and the sharp blade is hung with enchanting flames.
He sang softly in the sky, raised the Mingwang Sword with both hands, and was about to chop it down on the head.
The Queen of the Far North raised her eyes, and under the bright red butterfly mask, there was a cold smile in her eyes.
But she saw her take a step forward, move to the side, and avoid this fierce blow. At the same time, the Queen of the Far North suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Qingge's neck, raised her high, and then
Fell to the ground.
Qing Ge pursed her lips tightly, and the piece of ice and snow disappeared in an instant, but her dark green eyes were filled with coldness.
The Queen of the Far North walked towards Qingge slowly, complaining of bloodlust.
Zhengran——
As the piano played, the movements of the Queen of the Far North were restrained.
Qingge stood up, suddenly turned around with eyes wide open, and saw a familiar sight, a bloody hand.
Ye Qingcheng's crescent-white gown is stained with the soil of Mobei.
She was sitting cross-legged on the hill, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her narrow, cold eyes were devoid of any warmth.
She was immersed in her own world, playing the ancient piano.
The sound of the piano remains the same, and the movements remain the same.
Her white and tender hands were cut open by the sharp strings. She seemed not to notice the pain of connecting her fingers to her heart, and played methodically. After a while, the sound of the piano intensified, like a strong wind or a heavy rain.
Her movements on playing the piano became faster and faster, and others could only see the afterimages of her jade hands swaying over the strings. The speed was extremely fast, and there were splashes of blood, like endless blood troughs.
Qingge's eyes were green, she slightly opened her mouth full of blood, and her white teeth were stained red.
She was lying on the dry and cracked ground in Mobei, her heart seemed to be torn open by someone, and the pain made her suffocate, convulse, and tremble.
A long time ago, that woman was like this. For her own good, she played the piano risking her life and paid homage to the past with her blood.
Nowadays, the unknown lady from Lingtai Mansion has become the god of music in the deserted land of the far north. The girl who was abandoned on her wedding day can now single-handedly stir up the turmoil of the Four Stars.
Qingge thought that the bitterness of the past was over and she could change the current situation. Therefore, when she came to the far north, her heart was filled with joy.
While standing outside Mobei City, she was thinking, should she come to see this old friend with a jug of old wine?
But, except that time has changed, nothing has changed.
She thought it was all just what she thought.
She was still powerless, and Ye Qingcheng still had to waste his hands for her.
The sound of the piano quickens, majestic like the smoke and drums of a battlefield.
Her internal organs were aching, her Qingge eyes were like poisonous snakes, she stood up, picked up the knife, and slashed at the Queen of the Far North.
In the King Ming's sword, Qingge poured all the spiritual energy into it.
This knife is infinitely powerful.
The Queen of the Far North looked back at Ye Qingcheng coldly, facing Qing Ge. She could also accurately reach out and grasp the knife in Qing Ge. The other end of the knife was held by Qing Ge.
Qingge's body is frozen in the sky.
The Queen of the Far North looked at Ye Qingcheng, sneered, and said contemptuously: "God of Music, is this all you have?"
While he was talking, the Fuxi Qin on Ye Qingcheng's leg suddenly broke apart, with its distinct strings, and the bones of the Qin also slipped from his leg.
Ye Qingcheng's hands were covered in blood, and blood dripped on her clothes.
Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a while, then looked at Fu Xiqin with dull eyes, his eyes widened suddenly, he raised his head, suddenly he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground helplessly.
Qing Ge, who was frozen in the air, looked at the severely damaged Ye Qingcheng and the broken Fuxi Qin.
At this time, Queen Jibei looked at Qingge and released the King Ming Sword. Qingge's body was still lying in the air, but she saw Queen Jigebei turning sideways and hitting Qingge's lower abdomen with a whip kick.
superior.
Qingge rolled down the hill in embarrassment.
"Boss..." Lin Chong's eyes turned red.
"Qin Shen..." Wang Guihua and other prisoners looked at Ye Qingcheng worriedly.
Fu Xi stopped Lin Chong and said in a low voice: "Don't go there and die."
In his pupils, stars suddenly appeared.
Fuxi frowned and trembled slightly.
Is this calamity the calamity of the God of Music or the calamity of Ye Qingge?