In the sky of the ruthless mountain range, two figures come and go.
The spiritual energy burst out like a storm swept across the mountains.
In such a situation, other people with slightly inferior strength retreated repeatedly, fearing that they would be shocked by the aftermath of the spiritual energy.
The singer held the Ming Wang sword, and the sword was bloody and fatal, and the attack was like a tiger or a wolf, gradually pushing Ming Qianjue into a dead corner.
Ming Qianjue drew his long sword and defended all the way, and it was very difficult to deal with it.
His cultivation skills are still good, but in front of Ye Qingge, he is worthless and powerless.
What Ming Qianjue is best at is standing in the dark, with his hands, strategizing, controlling the overall situation, and smiling at all living beings. The life and death of the people in the world are all in his plan.
Therefore, Qingge showed up and reached his lifeline for his fatal pit.
She hated Ming Qianjue to the core. Along the way, Ming Qianjue was like a devil, a maggot in his thorns, wishing her to betray her relatives and be homeless.
He forced her into a desperate situation again and again to see her collapse.
Qingge has been waiting for the moment when the time is ripe, and she will definitely do it without hesitation.
It's been three years, and it's time to be broken.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ji Yue, hoping to find her parents, but she didn't want to waste time on Ming Qianjue anymore.
Qingge's eyes were cold and filled with clear mist, cool, ruthless, cruel and bloody.
Under the black eyes, red blood was flowing.
The blood demonic aura in the 25th vein was released at this moment and clinged to the Mingwang sword.
The blade cut through Ming Qianjue's clothes and skin, the skin was blooming, and blood flowed wildly.
In this sky, the figures of the two people flew past, and afterimages intertwined in the wind.
The spiritual energy is like a tsunami, like a mountain collapse and a crack in the earth.
Qingge's offensive became more and more vicious. She slashed over and Ming Qianjue barely avoided. If he was one step too late, he would be cut in half and blood would splatter on the spot.
When Ming Qianjue avoided the blade, he looked at Qingge, who looked serious and serious.
In front of many people, she never thought of showing mercy.
Ming Qianjue gritted his teeth and would never give up the position of the Mercenary Association.
Ming Qianjue laughed cruelly, and the sword blade faced the Ming King's sword. The swords and swords collided, making a clanging sound, deafening and overwhelming momentum.
The distance between the two has been much closer.
"Ye Qingge, do you think I will let you do it? I can't guess what you think?" Ming Qianjue laughed loudly. The two of them were separated by swords and stepped in the sky, gradually falling. Ming Qianjue stretched out his hand to stroke Qingge's face, narrowed his eyes, and swept his harsh color, "What a disobedient little thing."
Ming Qianjue's face was as cold as frost. He looked up at the peak of the Jueqing Mountains. On the top of the mountain, he was alone, with gray and white robe and snow-colored hair.
Qingge looked back and his eyes became a little darker.
Ansuyou--
Ming Qianjue left a way out for himself.
If Ye Qingge wants to deal with him, he can send An Suyou out.
She ruined Jialan, and An Suyou was once the director of Jialan. He was qualified to come to Qingge to seek revenge and interrupt the battle.
The two fell to the ground, and Qingge kicked Ming Qianjue in the abdomen. Ming Qianjue's body flew backwards like a gust of wind, hitting the thick trunk of a hundred-year-old tree.
At the same time, Qingge threw the knife in his hand out.
Just as Ming Qianjue's body slid down along the tree body, the Ming King's sword pierced through his left chest, rubbed his heart, and penetrated deeply into the tree trunk.
Life and death are just in a moment.
As long as the blade tilts for a moment, he will die.
Ming Qianjue widened his eyes and looked forward in shock.
Not far ahead, dust and smoke were everywhere. The woman was wearing black clothes, her eyes were like lightning, and she glanced at him contemptuously, "Ming Qianjue, you lost."
A gray-white figure fell from the sky and stood in front of Qingge.
Qingge raised her eyelids and looked at the familiar face coldly.
An Suyou is her first master, and she has put aside all prejudices and tried to accept them.
However, just when she treated An Suyou as her own, An Suyou's death was a blow to her, which made her awake instantly.
She didn't blame An Suyou, she just blamed herself for being incompetent.
However, from then on, the relationship between master and apprentice was cut off and there was no contact.
"Qing Song." An Suyou spoke.
Even without Jia Lan, An Suyou's four swordsman's status is still unshakable.
Jin Chanzi walked up to Qingge, protected Qingge, and glanced at An Suyou sideways, "The surname is An, don't call him so intimately. Qingge is my disciple. If you have anything, just look for me."
An Suyou's face turned dark. He looked at Jin Chanzi and clenched his hands into fists.
"Master, here you can dry it, just go to the shade over there to enjoy the coolness." Qingge said.
The moment Jin Chanzi turned around, the ferocious evil on his face suddenly turned into a kind smile.
Ji Hua looked at this scene and suddenly widened his eyes, feeling that the world was so big that his master was very magical.
Why do you still have two faces?
Jin Chanzi smiled and said, "Good disciple, you will turn black when exposed to the scorching sun. You go and enjoy the cool air."
"No, Master, you'll go."
"You go."
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Ji Hua felt his head explode when he heard the words of the two of them being humble to each other.
Jin Chanzi had never been so polite to him. In the middle of winter, his alchemy was cold. Jin Chanzi glanced at him and said that he was not as good as a man.
Ji Hua wanted to run away from home.
He is a child without the love of his master.
The people around were also stunned and had never seen such a humble and harmonious master and apprentice.
Qingge smiled, the iceberg melted, Jin Chanzi looked kind and kind, kind and kind, and there was no majesty at all.
"Grandmaster, do you want to take a safe haven?" Yan Xiaowu opened his eyes wide and asked as if he was following the same thing.
Grandpa looked at Yan Xiaowu and smiled helplessly.
Her knees are surrounded by descendants.
Grandpa looked at Qingge. Qingge's past three years are legendary.
Her two masters are An Suyou and Jin Chanzi, and her adoptive father is the city lord Yongyesheng.
The verbal conversation between Qingge and Jin Chanzi angered An Suyou.
He looked at Qingge and took out a mercenary medal, "Today, it's just one year. Since you have defeated Ming Qianjue, the position of president should be yours. I will challenge you as a mercenary member."
The smile on Jin Chanzi's face suddenly stopped. When he looked at An Suyou, his eyes were full of anger, "An Suyou, why are you so disrespectful to the old man? You can say this too? You are so old and don't get involved in these things. With this time, it's better to buy yourself a good coffin so that you won't have a place to put the body after you pass it."
Jin Chanzi's mouth is also poisonous, every word is gems and needles are pointed at.
An Suyou looked at Jin Chanzi, and his mind buzzed.
His eyes crossed Jin Chanzi and looked at Qingge, "Ye Qingge, are you going to fight?"
Jin Chanzi raised his left hand high and stood in front of Qingge, "Qingge, don't be afraid."
Chapter completed!