The iron rod in Lan Wuxin's hand was about to hit Qingge's back. In an instant, a strong wind blew everywhere, and a flame appeared behind Qingge out of thin air, burning the blood-stained iron rod to ashes.
The flame was still running upwards, and when it reached Lan Wuxin's hand, Lan Wuxin shook his hand wildly, crushing and extinguishing the fire that was resolutely refusing to escape.
Lan Wuxin took a breath and frowned. She looked down and saw that the back of her hands were burnt and her bloody look was really shocked.
"Elder Lan."
Seeing this, the Queen of Far North was worried and exclaimed. She glared at Qingge's back fiercely, as if she wanted to say something. Lan Wuxin slowly raised her hand and stopped the Queen of Far North's next words.
Under the ancient tree, Mei Qingchen still leaned against the tree, without saying a word, silent, occasionally swept to Qingge's eyes, hiding blood.
Wuyou supported the scarred Fenque, which was drooping, and the strength of his entire body was relied on Wuyou. The snow under his feet was stained with scarlet color by the boiling blood.
Under the night, it was quiet everywhere, snowflakes floated in the moonlight, and the empty ice valley sometimes sounded the cough of burning and ignition.
Qingge lowered her eyes and raised her eyebrows. Although her face was pale, her aura was not inferior to anyone. She smiled slightly, and was as proud as she turned around and faced Lan Wuxin.
"Elder Lan asked me to stay, how dare I leave?" Qingge smiled.
This attitude made the few people present unable to understand, especially the Queen of the Far North, staring at Qingge with suspicion. In her impression, Ye Qingge didn't look like a person who could be obedient.
"It's an obedient dog." Lan Wuxin glanced at Qingge and mocked mercilessly.
Qingge was unmoved. She walked to Wuyou, fenque, twisted her sleeves with her hands, wiped off the blood on Fenque's cloak. The blood stained her sleeves red, the smell stimulating her and making her violent and vicious.
"Who made the hand?" Qingge asked softly while rubbing.
Akayu glanced at Qingge, but was unable to speak.
Qingge is not in a hurry.
Lan Wuxin stood there, Xu narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Qingge. She lowered her head and glanced at her hands burned by fire. Her eyes gradually turned red, and she was in anger and had no sense.
Since Ye Qingge dared to come, she would let her go without a return.
Seeing that Fenque did not answer, Qingge asked in a low voice: "Is it Elder Lan?"
Fenque looked at Qingge, and he seemed to know what Qingge wanted to do next. He wanted to stop Qingge. When he opened his mouth, he was too anxious and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It seems yes."
Qingge smiled faintly, turned around and walked towards Lan Wuxin, approaching step by step.
She lowered her cold eyes slightly, and her killing intention was unconcealed. At this moment, her soul was stained with blood, and a gloomy aura was wrapped around her body, as if she was Shura from the eighteenth level of purgatory. She would never return without mentioning the head.
Lan Wuxin looked at her, and the woman's deep eyes were as dark as ink, as if they were two vortexes, which made Lan Wuxin feel frightened.
There is a kind of power that is derived from the soul and has nothing to do with anything else.
Lan Wuxin seemed to be trapped, subconsciously took two steps back. When she reacted, her sense of shame spread to her limbs and bones.
She was furious.
"Ye Qingge, you..." Lan Wuxin spoke when his words were interrupted by Qingge.
"Shh, don't talk."
Qingge raised her index finger and placed it beside her mouth. Her voice was very small, like a breeze, dissipating and melting in the snow.
Kelan stopped talking without any thoughts.
Qingge moved her slender legs and walked forward. She got closer and closer to Lan Wuxin. The moment she stretched out her right hand, the black light was filled with dark light. The Mingwang sword broke out through the air. She held the Mingwang sword in her hand. The sound made when the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground was like a dark sound leading to the underworld.
Soft boots stopped and sang softly.
The moment Qingge raised his hand, the Ming King's knife was placed on Lan Wuxin's neck, and the sharp blade was next to Lan Wuxin's neck.
"Lan Wuxin, since she was a child, has no one taught you what conscience is?" Qingge asked.
Lan Wuxin was not afraid, straightened her back and laughed sarcastically, "Ye Qingge, do you want to kill me? It's not that simple. The person who died in the end must be you, and there will never be a second result."
Qingge smiled and looked at Lan Wuxin, without any next move.
Lan Wuxin's eyes were fierce, and his voice suddenly rose, "Conscience? What is conscience? I only know that those who follow me will prosper and rebellion against me will perish. Ye Qingge, you are not a good person, you don't need to say anything to the people you have killed, and you are qualified to show your conscience to me."
Lan Wuxin suddenly stretched out his hand, closed his five fingers, and grabbed the blade hard, "There is no difference between good and evil. Only those who survive can be called Venerable. Ye Qingge, in front of me, you are small and cowardly, and humble like a dog. As long as I think, you will die at any time. The reason why you have a bad life is that you feel that life is too boring. It is better to make fun of beasts. You said, right?"
Every word is insulting.
Lan Wuxin let go of his hand, swung it suddenly, throwing away the Ming King's sword.
Qingge held the Mingwang sword, and the Mingwang sword was inserted on the ground.
Lan Wuxin approached Qingge and was aggressive.
The Queen of Far North wrapped her hands around her chest, glanced at Qingge sideways, and sneered suddenly, as if she was dirty, and quickly turned her head to look elsewhere.
Lan Wuxin stretched out her hand and pushed Qingge.
Qingge took a few steps back.
"Look at your weak look, it's so pitiful." Lan Wuxin sneered.
Wuyou suddenly became furious and wanted to go over, but was stopped by Qingge's eyes.
Qingge stood there, motionless, and she lost a lot of weight, like a thin willow, and fell down when the wind blew.
Qingge looked at Mei Qingchen, and happened to see Mei Qingchen look here and look at her.
The two people's eyes met in the air.
Qingge smiled at Mei Qingchen. The smile was too complicated. Mei Qingchen couldn't understand it, but it was aching in her heart.
Qingge closed his eyes and held Mingwang's sword's hand, deepening his strength.
Her body is indeed weak, but she has a treasure. If she wants to kill someone, who dares to stop it?
But at this moment, she sighed at this ever-changing world.
In just two or three years, there can be too many changes.
When her eyes opened, a sharp light suddenly appeared and thunder rose. She smiled coldly. In an instant, the spiritual energy and the five elements fire poured into the Mingwang sword, and the knife fell with her hand and chopped towards Lan Wuxin.
The sword wind was blowing, and Lan Wuxin was very keen. He reacted and quickly retreated. Although he could avoid the fatal knife, the tip of the knife left a long scar on Lan Wuxin's face, and blood gushed over the entire face.
No one can accept the sudden change.
Lan Wuxin opened her eyes wide and was unbelievable.
The Queen of the Far North was so scared that she took a step back and her face turned pale.
This knife injected the five elements fire. If it weren't for the magic pill, Lan Wuxin's face would have been unable to be saved.
Lan Wuxin spread her hands tremblingly, and blood gathered on her chin and then fell into her palm.
Lan Wuxin looked down and her hands were covered in blood.
"ah--"
Her roar came from the depths of the Ice Valley.
Chapter completed!