Hearing Qingge's low and sublime voice, Chao Bi in the sword formation was extremely puzzled, especially confused.
The red clothes flew like a corner of the victory flag, blooming in the wind, like a fire.
"Ye Qingge!"
The young master of Rongfu from Beizhou looked at Qingge, feeling endless fear and chill, and subconsciously blurted out.
However, in the sky, besides the sky fire falling, there are scarlet afterimages passing by.
When the speed is as fast as the wind, it will pass by like lightning, and the thunder will explode instantly.
Qingge suddenly appeared in front of the young master Rong's family, his eyes moved, and the young master Rong's family's skin burst open, and blood sputtered out of it.
ah!
Young Master Rong screamed, and the echoes kept rippling. Then he saw blue light flashing on Young Master Rong, and another Chaobi appeared in the light of the altar formation in Beizhou.
Qingge naturally lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyes, covered her sharp edges, and her red lips filled with a cold smile.
A gust of breeze hit, and all the three thousand silver threads that were loosened and the broken hair on the forehead were lifted back.
"Three..."
The woman's voice is no longer as immature as she was back then.
She is like a ghost from purgatory, and even more like the most beautiful god in heaven on earth.
It seems that there is the fire of purgatory burning and the flowers of the gods are blooming.
With lightning speed, Qingge's movements were neat and neat, without hesitation, a massacre was staged in the extremely ancient sword formation.
“Four.”
“…”
"Seven"
"Ye Qingge, don't be arrogant!" Wang Qinghong, the young master of the royal palace behind him, saw that Qingge had been attacking the people of Beizhou and could not sit still and wait for death. Otherwise, how could he establish his prestige and make people convinced?
Wang Qinghong drew out his long sword and faced Qingge. The sword edge was like light, like the rainbow in the sky, and raised flowers of sword light in the sky Hurricane.
Endless sword intent rose up in awe, from the sword blade, from heaven and earth, densely packed in all directions, and invisibly surrounded Qingge.
Strong sword intent, a top swordsman.
Wang Qinghong smiled confidently at the corner of his lips. The path of cultivation is a slight difference that can lead to a thousand miles of error. The difference between one realm is the difference between heaven and earth.
He is a genius on the cultivation list, a young immortal cultivator in the Phantom Spirit Realm, and Ye Qingge is just a cultivator in the Star Realm.
Outside the sword formation, countless people around the altar were carefully watching the view of the light curtain.
Wang Yunhe sat in front of the rosewood table, holding a teacup in his hand, and took a sip.
Next to it, the head of the Yan Mansion of Nanzhou and the head of the Ye family of Nanzhou came together.
Wang Yunhe raised his left hand lightly, and a servant from the royal palace came to add a sandalwood chair.
"Two, sit." Wang Yunhe said lightly.
Yan and Ye, the two heads of the family, sat down together. The head of the family Yan looked at the sword formation in the light curtain towards Bi Zhijing, then looked at Wang Yunhe, and smiled and said, "Young Master Ling is already a phantom spirit practitioner at a young age. Wang Mansion
There are so many geniuses that envy others. It seems that this time, the North is the only one who can be compared to Beijing.”
The head of the Ye family whispered: "Ye Qingge, at best, is the practitioner of the Star Realm, not a rival to Prince Ling."
The head of the Ye family finished speaking, but when he saw Qingge jumping up from the sword formation, his toes pointed at the ground, and his raised hands suddenly appeared with a sharp Mingwang sword.
Qingge showed his sword intent all over his body, and saw that the sword light flower in the sky was like a gorgeous firework. It was extinguished in an instant, and all was destroyed by the extremely powerful sword intent that appeared out of thin air!
Yan and Ye's heads changed their faces, and their eyes were full of surprise.
Wang Yunhe suddenly stood up, "King of Knife! That's the breath of Knife!"
One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.
Everyone stared at the light curtain intently, feeling the strong sword intent.
In the land of Xizhou, the main city lord sat with the leader of Tianshan Sect of Haozong of Xizhou. The two reacted greatly and were shocked.
The leader of the Tianshan Sect put his hand on the table and tapped it, making a series of extremely rhythmic sounds. His eyes were as secretive as deep and gray as bright as a sword, staring at the light curtain.
The city lord spoke carefully and nervously: "Sect Master, don't underestimate the Eastern Emperor. Dongzhou Gu Rongzha and others underestimated Ye Qingge, so that they ended up like this."
"Watch the changes." The leader of Tianshan Sect seemed to be smiling, "There are only nine words left, Lin Heshan and the royal palace, and Xizhou is always invincible."
"This time Master Feng Qingyang came to Xizhou, it must be for the young sect master, the young master. It seems that the day of the rise of Xizhou will be in the future." The city lord smiled.
"Feng Qingyang has never appeared outside and has been refining weapons in the Bing Sect. Is it really for Liuguang when I came to Xizhou this time?" The leader of Tianshan Sect looked at Feng Qingyang and shook his head, "Feng Qingyang is the only one who is determined to be the only one who is in the inner world.
I am afraid that there is someone else, not Liu Guang. Don’t mention this matter again, otherwise it will be a joke from Tianshan.”
The city lord wanted to speak, so he looked at the unpredictable expression of the Tianshan Sect Master, opened his mouth and moved his lips, and finally he wanted to speak but stopped.
The Tianshan Sect Master turned his eyes and looked at Qingge, and his smile became deeper.
On the altar, three old men from the three sects sat on gilded chairs and felt the intention of the knife. Duan Yun and the Grand Master of the Medicine Sect stood up in a tacit understanding.
Duan Yun's face was excited, "King of Knife, the Knife, who is only twenty years old, is the youngest Knife King in the Heavenly Realm."
"A woman is weak, and a swordsman is the master of fire. If she is too strong, she can cultivate to become a sword king in twenty years. It is a miracle." The great master stroked his beard and said in a sigh.
Feng Qingyang sat still, and compared to the people from the other two sects, Feng Qingyang was much more calm.
He raised his head and smiled at the armored general under the altar.
Under the altar, Ye Jingfeng was holding Xiao Baozi. He raised his head and looked at Feng Qingyang in awe. Both of them saw a strong smile in each other's sight.
"Brother Ye, your daughter has been creating surprises and miracles." Jiang Huaishan walked to Ye Jingfeng's side and said.
"I was not around when my parents were young. It was actually their parents' fault that they made her so strong. The daughter of the ordinary family also had to be favored by my heart. It took me more than 40 years to practice the sword king, but she was for the sake of
The King of Knife has made her suffer. It’s not enough to be a father.” Ye Jingfeng said helplessly.
Seeing Ye Qingge's talent and unpredictable strength, Ye Jingfeng was happy and sad.
I’m glad that his daughter can stand on her own when she grows up.
Sadly, he was a father, but he had never blocked the wind, frost, snow and rain for her.
"Brother Ye, what this child wants is company, not relying on," said JAC.
Ye Jingfeng shook his head with a bitter smile.
Sword Formation.
Qingge crushed Wang Qinghong's sword intent, just like a flying swallow passing by. With a knife, six people in Beizhou splattered with their chests.
"Thirteen……"
It was not until Qingge's words that everyone suddenly realized that Ye Qingge's words were chanting softly.
The thin air released from the cracks in the ground can only be more than thirty people, and thirteen people must be eliminated.
Aren’t Wang Qinghong and Bi Yuqing trying to force Ye Qingge?
Simply, Qingge kicked out thirteen Beizhou people in a row. Now there are only two Chaoge players left in Beizhou, and the situation is not better than Dongzhou.
Qingge held the knife, his back straight, and his red skirt faintly revealed his snow-white and slender legs when he moved.
She wanted to retreat to the place, cross-legged and closed her eyes, and took a rest occasionally.
Wang Qinghong, who had seen Beizhou lose the thirteen dynasties, was blushed and furious, and pointed his sword at Ye Qingge, "Ye Qingge, stop! You broke the rules of the thirteen dynasties and caused me to be a thirteen dynasties in Beizhou,
Don't want to leave!"
The soft boots stopped.
Qingge paused slightly, turned around and looked at Wang Qinghong indifferently, raised his slender eyebrows, and raised his evil and unyielding smile, "If you can't afford to lose, get out. The young master of the royal palace was clamoring as if in front of the door.
The barking of dogs, the so-called noble Beizhou, is so grand? I think it is not as good as our heroes in the East, at least a tiger or a wolf, rather than a dog that can only bark." (To be continued)