Qingge's sudden actions caught everyone off guard.
The bloody and violent knife slashed Lan Wuxin's cheek without mercy.
Orchid Wuxin is like a wild beast, roaring and heart-wrenching.
She doesn't care about the pain, she just has a damn self-esteem that makes her unable to bear this fact.
Her face was actually ruined by someone she thought was a beast.
To her, it is shameful.
Night sing! Night sing!
Lan Wuxin clenched her bloody hands tightly, and the devil who lived in the depths of her soul was gritting her teeth and chanting her name.
Qingge is still weak and has no change. After drinking blood needles and remnant poison, her condition is very poor, but this does not affect her. She is still the honor of the four countries and the ruthless king of killing.
She came here and just wanted to take Fenque away.
Since Lan Wuxin is determined to die, why should she show mercy?
The ending is already destined, right? She and Lan Wuxin will always fall into hell. The deep hatred between them cannot be transformed by a single sword.
Fenque leaned on Wuyou, and he opened his eyes weakly and looked through the ink-colored cloak. The hazy mist and rain, the night of the ice valley, the woman was thin, but she could support a piece of sky.
During this period of time in Binggu, Fenque has been with him. Fenque knew that Qingge did not want to break up with Lan Wuxin completely, not because she was timid and cowardly. It was because she was wise and sober that she would not be reckless and impulsive at this time. Facts proved that she hated Lan Wuxin even more.
In the extreme north, Lan Wuxin turned the two generals of the massacre army into a grudge against mummies, and they were irreconcilable. Qingge also made a vow in front of the graves of the two generals that one day he would hold Lan Wuxin's head to pay tribute to their dead souls.
Qingge's sword also completely stimulated Lan Wuxin. Lan Wuxin's eyes were red and rushed towards Qingge like a beast that had lost its mind.
Qingge seemed to be watching the flowers in the garden, calm and composed. Her soft boots turned slightly on the snow, and she sided with her body to avoid Lan Wuxin's attack.
Lan Wuxin is a member of the blood clan, so she cannot get close to her when dealing with her.
Although the blood clan is in human form, it is the same as a wild beast. He enjoys drinking blood, can suck human blood, and can even suck a strong man of five or three thick into a mummy. This is what Qingge saw with his own eyes. She watched Bai Honghai and Liu Hu, two generals who followed her, died under Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin's face was covered in blood, like a ghost wandering outside. With her sinister eyes, it made people feel creepy and extremely terrifying.
She stood shakingly, like a ghost puppet, with blood dripping on the snow and slowly blooming like a red plum.
Lan Wuxin released a powerful force to intimidate the surroundings.
Qingge gathered his eyes and looked at her with caution, holding Mingwang's sword's hand, and slightly deepened his strength.
She never fears anyone.
A strong wind blew, and the bare ancient tree broke a thorny branch, accidentally cutting through the delicate and tender skin on Qingge's neck, and a few drops of blood were overflowing.
Perhaps because she was accustomed to pain, Qingge didn't care at all, and her heart was placed on Lan Wuxin. Ruolan Wuxin wanted to have a bloody killing, and she would definitely stay with her to the end and never retreat.
However, Lan Wuxin, who had a very keen sense of smell, smelled Qingge's blood, his pupils suddenly shrank. Such blood was full of fatal temptation, and it must be very beautiful.
People from the blood clan are crazy about blood. Even if they don’t eat a bite of food from birth to death, they will still be safe as long as they smoke enough blood, and their limbs are healthy, and they are even full of the violence of monsters.
Races like this will be excluded only if they are not accepted by the world and become hidden clans. For many years, those who know that the existence of the blood clan will inexplicably disappear into the world.
Because of this, even in the Western Seas, Mei Qingchen was moved by Qingge, but hesitated. He was afraid that the blood clan would make Ye Qingge the second Lan Wu and end up miserably.
However, what happened in the next few years was unexpected.
In addition to the Queen of the Far North, there were three people born and raised in the blood clan. Among them, Lan Wuxin was particularly sensitive to the taste of blood, which was something that the other two could not surpass. Because of this, coupled with background identity and the favor of his ancestors, it is not surprising that he could become an elder of the blood clan at a young age.
Because of the blood clan's addiction to blood, when the scars on Qingge's neck overflowed and bleeding, Lan Wuxin went crazy.
She failed to get a blow, and her hands became claws and rushed over again like a hungry wolf. Her hands and nails were sharp, as if she wanted to scratch Qingge's face.
Qingge frowned slightly, and his whole body was supported by the Mingwang sword. His body flew past to avoid Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin refused to let go, turned around and launched an attack. The wind was howling, like a knife and a sword. The two of them went back and forth, only seeing afterimages. The speed of offense and defense was extremely fast, beyond imagination.
Fenque looked at the two of them anxiously, extremely worried.
Qingge is so poor that she is definitely not Lan Wuxin's opponent.
Lan Wuxin's strength, he had seen it, was a beast that scares men all over the world.
But surprisingly, Qingge seemed to be more courageous as she fought, and her skills became more agile, and she became more calm. Facing Lan Wuxin's step-by-step attack, she countered her moves and turned into defense into offense. It seemed that Lan Wuxin was arrogant and had a life-threatening move, but in fact she gradually became unable to do so, and it was difficult for Qingge to face the rest of her moves.
Qingge's tricks are tricky and vicious, and they are considered to be killed with one blow.
If you don’t take action, you will have to wait. Once you take action, your head will fall to the ground and you will drink blood before you can return.
Because Qingge had contact with Lan Wuxin in the far north, this time he fought against Lan Wuxin and became more and more comfortable.
Lan Wuxin was originally proud and crazy, but slowly, she realized something was wrong. Her offensive seemed as fierce as a tiger, and no one could resist it. However, the person who kept retreating and dodging was actually her.
Just when Lan Wuxin was in a daze, Qingge took advantage of her unpreparedness and caught her off guard. In an instant, she took action like lightning, and the Ming King's sword that poured in spiritual energy and the five elements fire and slashed it quickly.
Mei Qingchen, who was under the ancient tree, saw this and knew that Lan Wuxin could not dodge the sword. He hurried forward and grabbed Lan Wuxin's shoulder and made him retreat.
Even so, the Ming King's sword also slashed Lan Wuxin's chest. The sharp sword cut his clothes, the skin was blooming, and the flesh was shocking, and the scarlet blood-colored flowers were blooming.
Qingge's body opened sideways, and the next sword came one after another, as if he wanted to cut off Lan Wuxin's right arm. Lan Wuxin was caught off guard and had not yet reacted. She stared at the Ming Wang Dao with a cold light. Mei Qingchen pulled her.
Seeing this, the singer held the Ming Wang sword and turned his sharpness instantly, slashing at Lan Wuxin's waist. Because of Mei Qingchen's timely help, he only left a shocking wound on his waist.
If it weren't for this, Lan Wuxin would be cut in half!
"Ye Qingge, why are you so cruel to take action?" Mei Qingchen spoke coldly, impatient and indifferent, and pointed his finger at Ye Qingge. (To be continued)