The wind is cold and the snow is flying, and the blood-colored plums are like the most transparent glass in the world that embellishes this silver-covered world.
Martial arts training ground, stone platform.
Qiu Yeran clenched his fists with distinct bones, and his eyes were squinting like a wild wolf. The red light was fleeting, and the blood in his body gradually boiled. Qingge looked at the gap between Meilin, and he suddenly
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Qingge's neck hard, smashing Qingge's head to the ground.
Boom!
A deep pit was smashed into the hard and firm stone platform. Qiu Yeran held Qingge's neck and threw it on the ground. Qingge spat blood and stood up shakingly, with a large amount of blood flowing down his head.
Ye Qingtian held his hands tightly, and the veins on his forehead swelled up.
"Brother Ye, hold it back." Shangguan Lin said: "Although you are Qingge's grandfather, you are also the eldest elder of the Ye family."
Ye Qingtian breathed short and his eyes were turbid. He pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes.
"Grandpa Ye." Beihuang said gently, "I heard that when Uncle Jingfeng was young, you threw him into the wolf pack to exercise his courage. Although Qingge is a woman, the one who flows into her body is Uncle Jingfeng's.
Blood."
After hearing this, Ye Qingtian gradually felt relieved.
God knows that when he saw Qingge being bullied on the stone platform, he wanted to hang up and beat him up for three days and three nights.
But he can't!
He is the great elder of the Ye family.
"Get the blood-replenishing ginseng back to the mansion." Bei Yueming whispered to the servant behind him.
The servant was surprised, "Blood-enhancing ginseng? That was the gift given by the emperor on the prince's birthday, and it was so precious."
"Get it back home." Bei Yueming was obviously a little impatient.
Although the servant had doubts, he did not dare to ask too much and quietly retreated.
Bei Yueming's back was trapped in the back of the chair. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl covered in blood on the stone platform. He put his slender fingers on his hand and tapped them a few times.
Ye Xue stood beside the weapon platform, looking at Qingge's embarrassing figure on the stone platform, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Qiu Yeran has broken through the fourth level of the innate level in the past few days. As a border person, he has been exposed to the murderous aura since he was a child. He fights with strength in his moves. He has never shown mercy to anyone, even if his opponent is a woman.
She checked the information of these children from outside yesterday and was very interested in Qiu Yeran. She found Qin Lan before dawn, hoping that Qin Lan would secretly arrange for Qingge to fight Qiu Yeran.
The mother and son are really in tune with each other. Qin Lan had this intention and had already made arrangements.
Yes, no one wants to be safe in Qingge.
The most important thing is that before the battle, she specially found Qiu Yeran. As long as he was abolished Ye Qingge in the clan, she would ensure that he was free from food and clothing, wealth and glory.
Qingge raised his hand to wipe off the blood behind his eyebrows. After the rub, a large amount of blood flowed down and dripped on the dark red stone platform, just like the blood lotus slowly blooming under the Forget River in the underworld of Jiuzhou.
"I won." Qiu Yeran looked at Qingge, frowned, and said.
He was already showing mercy. If he continued to fight, the woman on the other side would only suffer more injuries. All he wanted was to win.
Qingge didn't say anything, but just wiped the blood on his face over and over again until his hands were covered with scarlet blood.
On and off the stage, countless people and countless eyes fell on her.
The wind and snow stopped, and the sunlight was warm. She stopped the movements in her hand, narrowed her eyes and looked at Qiu Yeren who was standing opposite her seriously, grinned, and the girl killed her blood, "How could I lose?"
Qiu Yeren was stunned.
The afterimage flashed, but saw a woman who was still standing on the edge of the stone platform running towards this side, and kicked Qiu Yeran's face in the sky. Qiu Yeran clenched his fist with his right hand as a shield.
Qingge's right fist, which was slung on Qiu Yeran's right hand, was suspended in the air, the blood-colored long gown swayed with the wind, and the red rope tied with black hair fell to the ground at some point, and the blood-adhering hair covered half of her face. She was condescending.
Looking down at Qiu Yeyan, the wind was blowing, thunder suddenly appeared, and cold lights rose everywhere. Qingge exerted a little force under his feet, and his body flipped up in the air. When he landed on the ground, his palm slapped at the stone platform.
When the hurricane hit, Qiu Yeran frowned and looked around, but the girl who was still in front of him was gone.
"Are you looking for me?"
A ghostly sounded in his ears, Qiu Yeran's pupils suddenly tightened, and his elbows were immediately pushed back. Qingge hid sideways, a sneer appeared on his face, and a whip kicked up and hit the back of Qiu Yeran's head. Qiu Yeran
When the beard was unstable, he fell to the ground. When he was about to stand up, Qingge suddenly stepped on Qiu Yeyan's knee.
Qiu Yeran's eyes widened, his mouth widened and growled like a wild beast. The sound of his kneecap shattered made everyone in the audience feel creepy.
Qingge stretched out his right hand, and the Mingwang sword appeared from his hand. The tip of the knife was against Qiu Yeyan's neck. A little red color gradually fainted on Qiu Yeyan's neck. Qingge's face was stained with blood, and there was a solemn and murderous aura in his eyes.
Like the Shura who came from hell, the blood of the demons flowed in his bones.
"You lost." Qingge curled his lips and smiled.
Qiu Yeran's body was spasm and trembling, and the pain of broken arms and bones was spared no matter how tough he was, he could not change his face.
Qingge put away the Ming Wangdao and turned his back to Qiu Yeran to walk down the stone platform.
"Qingge, be careful!" Yin Liangsha in the seat suddenly stood up and shouted sharply.
Qingge lowered his eyes and looked at the soft boots on the soles of his feet, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Behind Qingge, Qiu Yeran seemed to have used all his life's power to summon the Breaking Moon Short Blade from the space bag.
Immediately, the overwhelming short blade stabbed behind Qingge, and the painted black arc of light flashed with the strange color of Yancai, revealing its sharpness.
What is so important is that thousands of blades penetrate the heart!
Ye Qingtian slammed the table and rose up. Bei Huang frowned slightly, his fingertips moved slightly, Yin Liangsha held the fiery red whip and looked vicious, Mo Xie clenched the wine gourd in his hand and was ready to move. Bei Yueming pursed his lips and pupils.
Hei, Ye Qingcheng, not far away, was holding Fuxiqin, his eyes were a little congested.
Qingge suddenly raised his eyes and smiled. The cold wind blew past his ears, blowing up the three thousand black hairs stuck to his face. His blood-stained face had no expression. He was almost cold and thin, and his murderous intent was faint!
As she saw it, she was about to plunge into Qingge's back. Qingge's body suddenly burned with a raging fire. The red flame was strange and strange, as beautiful as a peony. She smiled charmingly in the fire.
, brilliant and shimmering.
But seeing countless short blades floating in the air being wrapped in red flames that suddenly attacked, they turned into powder and disappeared into the wind. The singer held the blood flame behind the Mingwang blade, and she turned her back to Qiu Yeyan, hooked the wings.
He smiled helplessly and suddenly threw the Ming King's sword backwards.
The Mingwang sword drew a perfect arc from the air, accurately inserted it into Qiu Yeran's eyebrows, penetrated through his head and penetrated into the dark red stone platform. The scene of blood splashing scared some so-called ladies from the family to panic and shouting.