The spiritual flower is sharp and unstoppable. It sings forward at the speed of destroying the dead and rotten. The sound of breaking the wind is rising. The Qingge is located in an environment surrounded by spiritual flower swarming, all around it.
Qingge stood steadily on the eaves, her white hair hanging softly on her shoulders. Two years have passed, and it has reached her waist. The ends of her hair are slightly raised and the stars are blooming.
The singing is as motionless as a mountain, the dark eyes are unfathomable, like the old well water, the waves are uninterrupted, and the posture of the spiritual flower is reflected in the eyes.
The spiritual flower is extremely fast, and its small body contains endless energy. Ordinary practitioners can only see afterimages and force themselves to Qingge like a death-taking.
Qingge concentrates his mind and feels the power of the snow spirit beads flowing in the blood. She closes her eyes and opens her eyes again, her hair is like snow and is stirred up by the strong wind.
In her eyes, the speed of the spiritual flower was slowed down and the offensive was broken down. After finding the flaw in a short time, she smiled strongly and raised her mouth. At the same time, her body flew away, turning over in the air, and her feet were facing downwards, the sword in the Qingsing master slashed at the center of the spiritual flower.
The sharp light blade burst out from the Mingwang sword quickly tore open the spiritual flower in the center. When Qingge's body turned around, her pupils burst out with a charming blood demon flower. Her red lips were not dyed and red, as if covered with blood mist.
Qingge's leg was straight, and the other leg was bent, like a young eagle soaring, spreading his hands, swaying, and the black shirt danced, and a sound like thunder on the flat ground exploded.
The wind and clouds surging, and the violent blood demon evil spirit spewed out from Qingge's thousands of pores. The evil spirit condensed like a storm, turning into countless brilliant and gorgeous red dots. Then, these red dots sprouted and blossomed.
Qingge's mind moved slightly, and spiritual energy surged out.
But when they saw the Blood Demon Flowers, they swept forward in an instant, swallowing the extremely powerful spiritual flower one by one, without even leaving any residue.
He roared his eyebrows and was full of energy.
If the other party does not use auxiliary spiritual weapons, she can completely crush the sword spirit master at the thirteenth level of the innate zodiac.
The reason why she deals with Wu Gang is that she wants to know how much chance she has to win and how she wins. Maybe she can find flaws that she has never noticed in her usual eyes.
There was a sigh around.
Yun Yuexia, Yun Yuanshan and others were all relieved when they stared at the battlefield.
Wu Ziling's pupils widened slightly.
After Wu Gang burst out with the strength of a sword spirit master, can Ye Qingge face it calmly?
As for the people, they all felt that it was too magical, and then they felt proud.
So what about the sword spirit master from Luohua City?
Their king will not be afraid or defeated.
Qingge's eyes swept over the people in front of the door indifferently, calmed his expression, and then looked at Wu Ziling.
Wu Ziling stood in front of the crowd, looking at Ye Qingge who was calm and calm, his heart trembled and suddenly woke up.
Ye Qingge can defeat the spiritual master!
The reason why she was hesitant just now made her think that Ye Qingge was afraid, so that she could get carried away and use a effortless method to solve the Wu family's affairs.
And this battle did not involve the authority of Luohua City, because it was her earnestly persuaded Ye Qingge to accept the challenge!
Wu Ziling's hands and feet were cold. She thought Ye Qingge had walked into the trap she had laid, but she didn't know that she was the fish that was caught.
Qingge smiled at the corner of her mouth, withdrew her gaze and fell on Wu Gang.
Wu Gang became more courageous as he fought, and his eyes became bloodier.
He held the sword and attacked Qingge again.
Qingge lowered his eyes and said lightly: "It's time to end."
After saying that, Wu Gang had already arrived in front of Qingge, and the sword in his hand suddenly poked into Qingge's chest. The spiritual blade belonging to the spirit master of the sword attacked Qingge's various key points.
Eyebrows, temples, eyes, neck—
These are all fatal parts. It can be seen that Wu Gang was really determined to kill, and this battle has reached the point of fighting for his life.
Seeing that Wu Ziling was completely out of control, he was crazy and subconsciously wanted to stop him.
In the end, silence.
All she wants is victory.
As for whoever dies and whoever lives, she doesn't care.
Qingge sneered.
One by one, they were challenging her limits.
Although she had put a trap on Wu Ziling, if Wu Ziling was not greedy, she would not have entered the trap. She had even given Wu Ziling a face so that she would not have made her look too ugly.
But this woman is too greedy.
There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. Don’t think that everyone is surrounding Luohua City.
Qingge lowered his face and threw the Mingwang sword out suddenly. The Mingwang sword was controlled by the power of his mind and quickly turned in the sky, turning out afterimages.
Like the ink on rice paper, it slowly faded away, strangling the sharp blade of spiritual energy released by Wu Gang to ashes.
Qingge went into battle with bare hands, grabbed the sword that Wu Gang stabbed with one hand, and the blood demon evil spirit shot out, swallowing the essence in the sword. But in a flash, the sword became iron slag, shattered to the ground, floating in the wind.
Wu Gang was holding only a piece of knife handle, as he was as stupid as a wooden chicken.
Qingge rushed up and punched Wu Gang in the abdomen.
Wu Gang floated upwards, his feet off the ground, his body arched deeply, and his internal organs seemed to be about to break, and Wu Gang sprayed blood out in a mouthful of blood.
This punch seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, like the two mountains of Taiyue hitting the fragile bone-like tiger body.
Qingge clenched his fist and tried harder forward.
Wu Gang flew backwards and fell to the ground.
Qingge rushed forward and stepped on Wu Gang's chest.
Qingge bent down his upper body slightly, supported his elbows on his bent knees, and his white hair fell on his face, making his face look charming and charming, and the blue flames between his eyebrows were burning like fire.
Her other hand stretched out, and the Ming King's sword fell into her hands.
"You, what about you losing?" Qingge smiled.
Wu Gang was lying on the ground, the muscles on his face were twitching, and the corners of his mouth were covered with red blood. He grinned and looked at Qingge, feeling a little dissatisfied, "You are cheating."
If he really loses, Wu Ziling will expose his anger on him.
Isn’t it a joke to go back to Luohua City and let the group know that he lost to a cultivator of the thirteenth level of the innate level?
How could the Wu family have a foothold in Luohua City?
Qingting's wrist moved slightly, and the Ming Wang's knife pressed against Wu Gang's neck, "You said, if I use my light force, will this slippery head be separated from my body?"
It was not until this moment that Wu Gang began to be afraid.
The cold touch from his neck made his body tense into a string that broke at any time. He widened his eyes and looked at the woman who said so lightly that he said he was beheading his head in shock.
This woman has no luck in becoming the Four Kings.
She is a demon who came out of hell, struggling to survive among the dead, and is an executioner on the Shura field, holding a machete in her hand and killing whoever she meets.
No mercy!
Wu Gang's body trembled. He looked down with difficulty, only seeing the shadow of the Mingwang sword swaying.
Qingge pushed the Ming Wang Dao forward a few points, and a bloodline appeared on Wu Gang's neck.