Qingge carried the knife and walked to Ye Qingcheng and helped him up.
"The second sword spirit master is a bit difficult to deal with." Ye Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the Queen of the North.
Qingge's eyes were cold.
Although she has strong combat ability, she dare not say that she can be compared with the spiritual master, let alone the extreme northern queen of the spiritual master of the second sword.
What's more, Ye Qingcheng's ability to control the piano is only at the stage of a spiritual master. If one practice is a slight difference, it will be a thousand miles away.
Even if the two of them tried their best, they would find it difficult to fight against the Queen of the North, let alone Xia Su was there next to them.
The Queen of the Far North had a dark face and had a murderous intent.
The woman's charming gaze fell on Ye Qingcheng, curled her lips and smiled, and said sarcastically: "God of Qin, since you appeared, there has never been peace in the extreme north. I wanted to attack you a month ago, but your miracle is mysterious.
, It is hard to find, who would have thought that you and Ye Qingge have such a relationship. God really helps me, so that the Lone King can not only get the snow spirit beads, but also kill you, the so-called zither god.
My tranquility day in the north.”
At the end of the talk, the Queen of the Far North laughed arrogantly, raised her eyebrows and eyes and tail upwards, sharp and charming, but she saw her slowly spread her hands. In an instant, a strong wind from Mobei came behind her.
At the same time, the spiritual energy in the Queen of the Far North burst out from the pores on her body, as magnificent as a peacock spreading her tail.
The spiritual energy strangled the hurricane and attacked Qingge Ye Qingcheng and the other two, completely exposing the strength of the second sword spirit master.
Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth, sat down cross-legged again, and placed the ancient Fuxi Qinfeng on his legs, and a pair of slender and slender hands with snow-white skin on the scarlet strings.
But I saw the crystal clear jade fingers plucking the strings of the piano, which seemed to have a sad sound, falling from the sky, like pearls and jade falling from the plate, and lotus emerged from the water.
After a while, the sound rose, and everyone seemed to see extremely majestic mountains breaking one after another.
The sound of collapse is deafening, and it breaks through clouds and rocks, and its momentum is like a surging sea.
The spiritual energy of the two sword spirit master was like a ball of fire, and it seemed to cut Qingge and his wife into a human pig.
The moment the spiritual energy collided with the sound blade, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and each person and the piano flew out.
Seeing the aftermath of the spiritual energy, she was about to attack Ye Qingcheng again, Qingge suddenly rushed up, and the Mingwang sword burning with the moonlight in her hand was swung up by her, and she fought against the spiritual energy storm.
The moment they met, Qingge felt a numbness in his mouth.
Even the aftermath of the spiritual energy trembled her internal organs.
Qingge gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground with one knee, holding the handle of the Mingwang knife inserted on the ground with both hands, and constantly slashing backwards.
Her chest undulated for a moment, and blood flowed out of her mouth after she lowered her head.
Qingge suddenly stood up, held the knife in one hand, raised the other hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth fiercely, the scarlet lips and the blue flames between his eyebrows. In an instant, it looked like an elf from the jungle, beautiful and charming.
The moment when her black eyes turned green, she exerted force on the ground, and her body jumped up as light as a swallow. However, the ground she stepped on was frozen with this center and formed an ice layer.
This ice layer spread wildly around, and its amazing speed seemed to cover this world with ice and snow.
She ran wildly in the desert north, and the places where the soft boots were pointed were frozen.
The wind broke through, and the sky was torn apart.
The powerful ink-like crescent-shaped king sword, with its sharp blade hanging with enchanting flames.
Qingge swept into the sky, raised the Mingwang sword with both hands, and was about to slash it at the head.
The Queen of the Far North raised her eyes, and under the red butterfly mask, her eyes were filled with a cold smile.
But she took a step forward, moved to the side, avoiding the fierce attack. At the same time, the Queen of the North suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Qingge's neck, raised her high, and then
Falling to the ground.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, and the ice and snow disappeared in a blink of an eye, but her dark green eyes were filled with coldness.
The Queen of the Far North walked slowly towards Qingge, telling her bloodthirsty.
Strong and firm—
The sound of the piano started, and the Queen of the Far North was shackled.
Qingge got up, suddenly stared at her eyes widened and looked at her familiar, her bloody hands.
The crescent-white long gown at night is stained with the soil in the northern desert.
She sat cross-legged on the hill, with charming blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, narrow and cold eyes, without any warmth.
She was immersed in her own world and was playing the ancient piano.
The sound of the piano is still the same, and the movements are the same as before.
Her white and tender hands were cut by the sharp strings. She seemed to be unable to detect the pain of her fingers connected to her heart, and she played it in an orderly manner. After a while, the sound of the piano became stronger, like a strong wind or a heavy rain.
Her piano moves faster and faster. Even others can only see the shadows of jade hands swaying over the strings, at the extreme speed, and there is also the splashing blood, like an endless blood groove.
Qingge's eyes were green, her mouth was slightly opened with blood, and her snow-white teeth were dyed red.
She was lying on the dry and cracked ground in the northern desert, but her heart seemed to be torn apart by someone. She was so painful that she was about to suffocate, spasm and tremble.
A long time ago, that woman was like this. For her good, she played the piano with no chance and used her blood to pay tribute to the past.
Now, the unknown lady of Lingtai Mansion has become the god of piano in the deserted land in the far north. The girl who was left behind on her wedding day can now stir up the four-star storm.
Qingge thought that the sourness of the past had passed and she could change the status quo. Therefore, when she came to the extreme north, her heart was full of excitement.
When standing outside Mobei City, she was wondering whether she would come to see this old friend with a pot of old wine?
But, except for time, nothing has changed.
She thought it was just her.
She was still powerless, and Ye Qingcheng still wanted to use these hands for her.
The sound of the piano accelerated, and the drums were beating majestic like the wolf smoke on the battlefield.
All the internal organs were in pain, and Qingge's eyes were like poisonous snakes. She stood up, picked up the knife, and slashed at the Queen of the North.
In the sword of Mingwang, Qingge poured all the spiritual energy into it.
This knife is extremely powerful.
The Queen of the Far North looked back coldly at Ye Qingcheng, facing Qingge sideways, and she could also accurately reach out and hold the knife in Qingge's hand. The other end of the knife was held by Qingge.
Qingge's body is frozen in the sky.
The Queen of the Far North looked at Ye Qingcheng, sneered, and said contemptuously: "God of Qin, is this skill?"
While speaking, the Fuxi zither on Ye Qingcheng's legs, the strings of the distinctive zither suddenly broke, and the zither bones slid down from their legs.
Ye Qingcheng's hands were covered with blood, and blood dripped on his clothes.
Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, looked at Fuxiqin with a dull look, suddenly widened his eyes, raised his head, suddenly raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground weakly.
Qingge, condensed in the air, looked at Ye Qingcheng and the broken Fuxiqin in a dull manner.
At this moment, the Queen of Far North looked at Qingge and released the Ming King's knife. Qingge's body was still lying in the air, but the Queen of Far North swung her body sideways and hit Qingge's lower abdomen with a whip.
superior.
Qingge rolled down the hill in a mess.
"Boss..." Lin Chong's eyes were red.
"The God of Qin..." Wang Guihua and other prisoners looked at Ye Qingcheng with concern.
Fu Xi stopped Lin Chong and said in a low voice: "Don't go over and die."
In the eyes, stars suddenly appeared.
Fuxi frowned and his body trembled slightly.
Is this disaster a disaster of the god of Qin or Ye Qingge?