Qingge stood in the scroll of the ancient battlefield, with constant fighting sounds in his ears and his body covered with faint fireworks.
In front of her was an elegant and noble snow girl.
The gentle face of the snow girl suddenly became fierce, "Snow Spirit Bead is my heart, I can't give it to you. I can pass on the light fireworks and the sense of mind to you, but it's not that simple to take my things.
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Qingge frowned.
The words of Snow Girl were expected.
The sound of war drums penetrates the clouds and cracks the stones.
The earth-shaking momentum makes people unable to see.
Qingge discovered that Feng Qizun, who was on the top of the mountains, walked away unknowingly, and she only saw a lonely back gradually moving away.
However, before she could think about it, she found that the snow girl and her faint fireworks had disappeared.
She stood on the battlefield and saw the field on the right, and walked out of a million soldiers and horses.
Qingge suddenly looked around, and there were corpses around him.
She no longer smelled the fragrance, but the smell of blood poured into her nose.
"The inheritor, after three days, the light fireworks and the feeling of the mood will be yours."
"Don't let me down, or I'll be angry."
The voice of the snow girl seemed to echo in the valley.
"What if I can't stand it?" Qingge asked Leng Shuang, a mask of Qingge asked.
The snow girl's voice suddenly became a little colder, "You can only endure it, there is only one choice unless you want to die!"
The meaning of the words is quite simple.
Three days after the battle between trapped beasts, you either live or die.
In a moment, millions of troops and horses arrived before her and launched a ridiculous killing towards her.
There is no way to retreat or escape, so she can only kill to the end.
Qingge stretched out his hand, and the Mingwang sword appeared out of thin air.
Millions of soldiers surrounded her, and eighteen cold weapons slashed at her sharply, with strong winds gushing, and murderous intent faintly!
Qingge swam among countless warriors, with his hands on his sword, his head fell to the ground, and the Blood Demon Flower suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet, holding her flying into the sky.
Thorns-
When she was tired and lazy, a sword in the hand of a soldier cut her back. Qingge's eyes turned green and the outside of the evil spirit was seen turning suddenly. The Mingwang sword drew a perfect arc in the air, turning the warrior.
He cut him in half.
Blood splattered three feet, and the soul broke down the knife!
On Qingge's back, there was a shocking wound like a thorn.
After three days and nights, she didn't even have a moment of rest and could only fight non-stop.
Want to rest?
OK.
Unless you die!
The test of Snow Girl is cruel and the simplest and most rude.
However, for Qingge, this is a pleasure in bathing in blood. She was a killer and was born for killing. In this ridiculous life, she killed too many people, and many people wanted to kill her.
Once, the boss in the organization said that no one could kill her, she could only die at her own hands.
Millions of soldiers and soldiers, with her own strength, let alone three days and three nights, even if there is another ten days, she will not be able to kill them without interruption.
The first day passed, Qingge was covered in bruises and scars, and every wound was deep and bones could be seen.
The green eyes looked like ghost fire in this bloody battlefield.
On the evening of the next day, the spiritual energy in Qingge's Dan Fire had dried up, and the knife in her hand could no longer release the strongest power.
She looked dead as if she was home, and walked forward with a bloody knife, and she grew lotus step by step.
The sound of the tip of the knife rubbing against the ground seemed to play a dark sound leading to the underworld.
When the soldiers of the three armies faced her, they all retreated one after another.
All those who blocked her path died instantly.
The power of the spirit is like thousands of swords, strangling wildly.
boom!
The frozen water in the Five Elements Talent burst out from her body. With her as the center, all the people within ten steps were frozen. The moonlight fire squirted out further, burning the frozen people to death.
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Thousands of blood demon blades are surrounded by evil spirits, howling in the blood wind.
One man is at the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.
Even if she is in shock, she will still be hysterical.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and half of the soldiers were slaughtered by her.
Qingge seemed to have forgotten the appointment for three days. She was red and fought desperately, and never closed her eyes for three days and three nights.
Bang!
A spear penetrated her kneecap from the side and then pulled it out.
Qingge suddenly widened his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. His knees were so painful and weak, and he knelt on the ground.
She inserted the Mingwang Sword to the ground, and all the strength in her body supported the Mingwang Sword.
Qingge's mouth and chin were covered with sticky blood. In a blink of an eye, there were people around her, and swords, guns, swords and halberds were pointed at her.
Qingge knelt on the ground, with white hair and green eyes, like a ghost.
ah--
She suddenly raised her head, angrily shouted, the evil aura in the red veins was like a tornado wind, spraying in all directions. The soldiers who surrounded her were swallowed by the evil aura so that they were not even left.
Perhaps, even Qingge himself didn't know that the evil spirit that gushed out from the twenty-fifth tendon veins was like a wild horse that was uncontrolled, like an imperial poisonous gas barrier, spreading out quickly and touching the evil spirit.
People, whether they are tendons, veins, flesh and bone marrow, are swallowed by evil spirits.
Usually, Qingge has always suppressed the evil spirit, and there are two reasons.
First, evil spirits are derived from the Blood Demon Flower, and the Blood Demon Flower is very yin and blood. Although it can help her during the battle, she clearly understands that since the Blood Demon Flower merges into her body, she always thinks
To swallow her sanity.
If she does not curb the evil spirit, once the evil spirit is strong, she will probably be out of control.
By then, I will be powerless to turn things around.
As for the second, it comes from the nature of Qingge.
Perhaps, she is not as kind as Lan Wu, and she is an absolute villain, but her evil killing method is too bloody and tragic.
Therefore, even if the evil spirit has extremely terrifying combat power, she dare not do anything casually.
In the final analysis, no matter how many people she kills and experiences many dark things, she still has a pure land in her heart.
The world is a big dyeing vat, and she has been dyed colorfully.
She knelt in the desert, raised her head and cried, and the evil spirit spread endlessly, and millions of soldiers died in the wind.
At the same time, Qingge's red tendons and veins were cleared a little.
The evil spirit is boundless and powerful.
Her eyes were green, and in an instant, the ancient battlefield world was frozen, and clusters of moonlight and fire splattered in every corner.
All creatures disappear!
Man, die!
Qingge endured the severe pain in the kneecap and stood up, looking at the woman in a blue fire robe in the distance with green eyes.
The snow girl walked over and saw the blood flowing down from Qingge's knees. She looked at the killing aura emitted from the millions of soldiers and Qingge who were wiped out.
"If you were in the ancient battlefield, you would be an excellent killer." The snow girl seemed to sigh and said.
"Maybe the Queen Snow Girl will die at the hands of me, the killer." Qingge leaned his head and said contemptuously, with wild blood and fangs exposed.
And this is her nature.
The snow girl stared at Qingge for a long time, chuckled and said, "Maybe."
The snow girl walked to Qingge, pointed her jade fingers, and a cluster of faint fireworks penetrated into the blood hole of Qingge's kneecap. She endured the pain of crying blood, which made Qingge frown.
However, she didn't even snort, and she endured the pain. (To be continued)