The girl's laughter spread far away with the raging smell of blood.

The dead soldiers looked at each other, and they had a heart-to-heart relationship. They divided into two groups of people, one against the attack of Mingwang sword, and the other ran towards Qingge and the other, rolling up with strong murderous intent and the dark aura.

"These people are spiritual masters, and they are the best at using evil tricks. You must be careful to deal with them." said the demon of light saint.

Qingge nodded, and slowly supported the Qingyao demon to sit down on the flat rock next to him.

At that time, five or six dead soldiers had already jumped into the air, holding weapons in one hand, poking Qingge's back, and gestured like a phantom in the other hand, using various hidden weapons and secret methods

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Qingge's back was facing the dead men, facing the bright moon, and his eyes were flashing with a glass-like light.

When the cold weapon was about to penetrate her body, Qingge tapped the ground with one foot, and swept away with the other leg, like a tornado hurricane, drifting heavily, swallowing the attacks of five dead soldiers with the power of thousands of troops and horses.

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The pure aura whistled past and rushed away, and the dead soldiers kept retreating.

Qingge stood steadily on the ground, raising one hand comfortably and leisurely. The Mingwang sword was extremely spiritual. After a turn flashed through the bright light, it flew back.

Qingge grabbed the Ming King's sword and looked at the dead soldiers coldly.

At the beginning, she had only suffered losses and vomited blood in front of Xia Su, a spiritual master-level. When she broke through the twelve level, she cut off Xia Su's lifeline with one knife, which was comparable to that of the spiritual master.

After taking the Tianyuan Pill and breaking through to the thirteenth level of the innate world, she raised her sword and fell, which was the life of the spirit master of a sword.

The dead soldiers are all sword spirit masters.

What Qingge feared was not their strength class, but the secret techniques and hidden weapons that were elusive and unrealized.

Eight dead soldiers surrounded Qingge and stood in the eight directions of heaven and earth to form the eight trigrams. However, the eight trigrams are responsible for yin and yang, steal the five elements, and possess the great aura. The formation formed by the dead soldiers is like a hundred ghosts crawling.

, struggle, filled with evil, dark side.

The breath that flows in the air alone makes people creepy and their stomachs roll and feel sick.

Qinggexu narrowed his eyes and frowned.

Suddenly, the pupils dilate like radiation.

The Death Soldier of Galan has dark elements.

The dark element is derived from the Dark Magician. However, Jialan is the first four-star academy and a symbol of justice. How could he secretly train the Dark Magician?

"Dark Magician?" In Qingge's spiritual world, Yan Yan made a surprising sound.

"It seems that Jialan is even dirtier than you and I think." Qingge sneered, filled with a rich sarcasm.

"The Dark Magician is hard to deal with and has many tricks."

Yan Yan said heavily and solemnly: "Look carefully, there is no spirit in the eyes of these dead soldiers, it is like a special killing machine."

"puppet?"

"It can also be said that their souls and minds were stripped away, leaving only their bodies full of holes, and they worked hard for others." Yan Yan said: "The Dark Magician was only destroyed in the four-star continent. In other planes, it is still very good.

If you can, you can get in touch with it. In the future, your enemies will not only be spiritual masters, but also magicians. You know yourself and your enemy, and you can still win every battle. This time, it may be a very good experience.

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Experience-

Qingge raised his eyebrows.

There are not many opportunities to fight against the Dark Magician, maybe, you can learn anything from it.

The singer held the Mingwang sword and posed his feet, like a dormant leopard, jumping out at any time and biting off his enemy's neck.

The dead soldiers are still setting up formations, which are the magic Bagua formations.

The formation was filled with magical aura, and those auras, like swords, rushed towards Qingge, forming a net of heaven and earth, forcing Qingge into despair, leaving her nowhere to escape.

The dead soldiers moved quickly on the magical Bagua array diagram, and unpredictable afterimages passed by Qingge's sight.

Qingge held his breath, was highly focused, and looked at him without squinting.

Lightning suddenly appeared in my mind, and light song suddenly had a whim.

Qingge poured the power of the Snow Spirit Bead into the thunder nest, and combined it with the power of the spirit into one.

Suddenly, Qingge's eyes became a little deeper.

She seemed to be able to decipher the movements of the dark magicians, and their speed was still very fast, but in Qingge's vision, it seemed to be infinitely slowed down.

Every move and any details were clearly captured by Qingge.

It seems that he can see through everything, and everything in the world cannot escape her eyes.

Qingge calmed down and carefully looked for the flaws of the magic Bagua Formation, and then broke through the siege in one fell swoop.

In the dark night, sharp laughter came.

The old voice was like a wild ghost grinding a rock on the mound of soil.

Qingge looked over from the bottom of the light.

A carriage was coming, and the curtain was lifted, revealing an old and old face.

No worries—

Wuyu is old and can go to him. He will not have too many wrinkles on his face except for frosty eyebrows and snow. If he shaved his beard and dyed his hair dark, he will only look like a thirty-year-old man.

Now, Wu Yu seems to have been aged many years old, his face is full of traces left by the ruthless years, piled up with layers of wrinkles, his eyes shining everywhere, and he was very gray. He sat on the edge of the carriage, as if he was looking at a dead person

Like, looking at Qingge.

"Ye Qingge, don't struggle. At best, you are just a cultivator at the twelve level of the innate level. Do you think you can defeat so many dark magicians at the level of one sword spirit master?" Wu Yu said sarcastically.

Qingge broke through the thirteenth level of the innate world, and few people learned about it.

"The Great Elder is also very lucky and can escape from such thunder. I wish the Great Elder that he will have today every year and today every year." Qingge said in a dark heart.

Puff—

Hearing this, the Qingyao spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at Qingge, who looked like a serious face, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

This guy looks like a mature and steady person, but in fact he has a savage tongue and a black belly. He has a mouth full of clever tongue and a slight eloquence. He can make things happen, make things happen out of nothing.

Wuyu gritted his teeth and his face turned dark.

He learned that Ye Qingge was trapped and rushed over to see Ye Qingge's jokes, rather than make people laugh at him, who is respected and respected.

"The elder doesn't have to be too moved, this is what the disciple should say." Qingge smiled cleverly.

However, that smile did not fill my eyes.

The eyes are completely cold.

It's like walking in the cold wind of the cold winter.

Wuyu's eyes are ruthless, his voice is less kind than before, and he has more hysterical fangs and claws. "Ye Qingge, I admire your optimistic spirit very much. However, people are more conscious and speak wildly when they die.

That's really a joke."

"As far as I see, there should be another thunder to slash your hypocritical mask from the Great Elder."

As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in Qingge's eyes.

It's a good time to kill people in the middle of the night.

If you don’t kill, it will be a disaster after all.

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Wuyu was proud of his life, and his cultivation was struck by thunder in Ye Mansion. Others might not know, but Wuyu must know that all this was done by Ji Yue.

When it comes to the word "thunder and lightning", Wu Yu's facial features seem to be distorted and deformed.

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"I want to dig out her dantian with my own hands so that she can live worse than even pigs and dogs."

Wuyu widened his eyes.

Shouting.

The Bagua Formation of Dead Soldiers.

The magic light turned into a sharp light blade, attacking Qingge densely.

The overwhelming momentum is irresistible.
Chapter completed!