In the bleak world, only Xin Wanjun's contemptuous laughter.
"Fentian, kill her!"
With a command, the fire dragon, which was still on the top of the clouds, suddenly roared through the sky, and then it was seen gliding down. The fire dragon and the strong fire light merged into one, and it was hard to separate. Under the sea of fire, the fire dragon's thick tail suddenly burst.
The earth swept across Qingge, Qingge retreated repeatedly, the long rouge-colored gown was lifted by the wind, the emerald hairpin with its hair fell to the ground, and three thousand black hairs poured down, brushed on its face, covering its picturesque eyebrows.
In countless seats, on the gilded chair, the man suddenly stood up.
Mo Xie looked at the jade hairpin falling down and buried in the sea of fire, and his fingertips could not stop trembling.
Although I felt disappointed, I was more worried about Qingge's safety.
Qingge stepped on the fire and her hair fell down. Just as she was about to quickly retreat and avoid the fire dragon's attack, she saw the green light pouring into the vast fire.
The pupils suddenly tightened, Qingge stopped retreating, and turned his back to the fire dragon. He squatted down among the astonished eyes. With spiritual energy, he finally found the green hue. She picked up the jade hairpin and looked at Mo Xie.
Looking at it, a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his spirit was flying.
However, the fire dragon's tail roared over and hit her back, and its spine seemed to be broken. Qingge's body flew out and fell into the sea of fire, his face facing down, and his forehead was full of blood, and blood was flowing.
On her eye wings, she was obsessed with her light hang, with a little charming charm. Qingge's eyes twitched, and the pain of the broken bones on her body was unbearable. She stood up with all her strength and held the jade hairpin tightly in her hand.
That was not a token of love, nor was it a spiritual treasure that could bring bloody storms. It was just that when it fell into the sea of fire and was about to be burned out, a pure and unruly figure appeared in Qingge's mind, and his heart seemed to be
After trembling for a moment, she didn't even have time to think about how dangerous it would be to do so. She only knew that she couldn't let this hairpin disappear like this.
Mo Xie stood in the middle of the crowd, his face pale. After a long time, he laughed wildly as if no one was around, and his smile was frivolous and frivolous, and those who heard it were moved.
If someone observes carefully, you will find that tears hang on the corners of the man's eyes.
After a long time, maybe I was a little tired of laughing, Mo Xie lowered his head and cursed hatefully.
"Idiot, this fool, isn't it just a hairpin!"
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The ring.
The fire shines on the sky.
Qingge stood in the vast fire, and the Mingwang sword fell to the ground. She raised her hand with difficulty and looked down. The wrist and the bottom of her palm were all burned by the flames, and the blood and flesh were stuck together, becoming
The dark color is hideous and terrifying.
She can protect herself with spiritual energy so that she can walk freely in the fire.
Just now, she was anxious to pick up the jade hairpin, and her back was attacked by the fire dragon. When she missed, her hands were burned.
Even if she can protect her body with spiritual energy, her spiritual energy is indeed purer than others, and the storage volume of her dantian is also surprisingly greater. But if this continues, her dantian will sooner or later be exhausted. At that time, she will only become under the fire.
A little soot.
The fire dragon is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it is unwilling to let go, rolling from the fire. The dragon's beard leaves its body, like eight sharp blades, like eight fires burning the sky, suddenly attacking the light song in the middle of lightning and thunder.
go.
"What should I do? Qingge's hand is injured. You can't hold a knife. If this continues, you will lose." Mo Xie sat decadently on the gilded chair. "The Five Elements Spiritual Artifacts are pressing against each other, obviously trying to take her life."
He didn't care about her winning or losing, so what was the loss, so what was the winning or what was the difference between her smile.
Ye Wuhen clenched his hands tightly, and the crimson purple robe covered the gilded chair. His eyes reflected the firelight on the ring and the tiny figure like dust and ants, so thin and so
stubborn.
The golden light cover covers the arena, and the other people are not allowed to interfere in the battle between two people.
Bei Huang sat in the front, he took a teacup leisurely, took a sip, his eyes darkened slightly; there was a scar on Bei Yueming's right face, which was exactly what Ri Ji Yue wrote.
Sitting upright in the chair, his expression was indistinguishable. He didn't even know whether he hoped that woman would win the game or lose or lose.
Now, this woman has become a laughing stock for all the people in the world, and he is still a noble prince and the son of the emperor. With his identity, wouldn’t it be condescending to marry an abandoned woman?
Although she thought about it this way, she didn't want her to lose or die like this.
He can't deal with the Five Elements Spiritual Artifact. If Xin Wanjun wants him to die, he doesn't know how likely he is to survive.
It should be very small.
Ye Qingge is the same, it is difficult to survive.
Thinking of this, a hint of pleasure actually emerged in Bei Yueming's heart. These days, that woman has always been glorious, creating one jaw-dropping miracle after another. Even he couldn't help but want to bow his head, now it's good.
No, this woman was in a mess and outdated state, just like the waste from that time, she was trampled on by others and beaten and scolded by others.
When Beiyue was thinking, Ye Qingtian's face turned red. He wanted to stand up, Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi on both sides almost stopped him at the same time.
Ye Qingtian's eyes were red, "Let's go!"
"Brother Ye, the golden light shield was left by Emperor Taizu of Beiyue. No one can open it except the emperor. Don't be impulsive. Otherwise, before Qingge could have any trouble, you would have died under the golden light shield."
Shangguan Lin said anxiously that he knew Ye Qingtian's personality. Seeing that something happened to his granddaughter, he could have rushed over with red eyes and died in the golden light shield.
"Yes, Brother Shangguan said it well."
Chen Zhi nodded and said, "Look at Qingge, there have been so many miracles happening along the way, maybe there will be miracles this time."
"Let's go your mother's dog/fashion."
Ye Qingtian's face turned red and his neck was thick, and he cursed directly, "Even I don't dare to face the Five Elements Spiritual Artifacts rashly. My granddaughter's life and death is on the verge of death. You are good, let me believe in miracles."
What is the use of a miracle?
Is it important to have his granddaughter's life?
"Grandpa, if something happened to Qingge, I would not let the King of the Northern Tombs leave Beiyue alive." A soft voice sounded, only Ye Qingtian, Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi could hear it.
Ye Qingtian and others looked to the side. The man in a crimson purple brocade robe sat upright on the chair, with a cold and hard face, a perfect outline and an arrogant temperament.
Ye Wuhen's hands were clenched tightly under his sleeves, and several cracks spread out on the handles of the gilded chair, which would break at any time.
It seemed like there was murderous aura, rising from the sky.
Hearing the sound, Ye Qingtian lay weakly on the chair, looking at the girl with blood in her face and one hand hurt in the fire.
She was injured in her right hand, and she could not hold the knife, so she was destined to lose, but Xin Wanjun showed no mercy, as if she was killing her father's enemy standing in front of her, and she was determined to let Qingge die without a burial! (To be continued)