On the south side of Kunlun, more than ten kilometers away.
"Xilulu~~" Accompanied by the panicked sound of horses, a huge wind-scarred horse sprang out of the dense mountain forest.
In front of them was an open alpine grassland. Such a magnificent scene filled the horse's eyes with despair.
There is a woman riding on the back of Fenghenju.
Her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, and her light green dress was stained with thick blood. It was unclear what kind of tragic battle she had experienced.
But obviously, this battle has not stopped yet, and the pursuit is still going on!
"唳~~~" Two penguins screamed in the sky behind.
Two Lei Yunpengs, one behind the other, soared rapidly in the air with lightning speed.
"Human race!" On a roc, a woman from the Han tribe had a cold face and a very cold voice, "Get off your horse and surrender!
Otherwise, I will peel off your skin and crush your bones!"
Yang Qingqing looked stiff and turned a deaf ear to the sharp shouts from behind.
"唳~"
"Nanshan Emperor, why bother talking?" Another Lei Yunpeng flapped its wings and quickly caught up with the man.
On the huge bird's head, a man with a rough face was sitting on his knees, his eyes full of greed, staring at Yang Qingqing's back.
"Kill!" The man pressed his hand on the bird's head.
"Crack!"
Dark clouds surged in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down.
"Xilulu~" Feng Henju screamed and hurriedly jumped to the side.
Lei Yunpeng didn't give the opponent a chance at all, and struck down several lightning bolts one after another.
The Fenghenju jumped left and right like crazy, and the woman riding above her also shook her body.
Yang Qingqing clamped the horse's belly with her legs, tightly grasped the horse's mane with one hand, tried her best to stabilize her body, and then suddenly turned her head back.
Seeing the human woman suddenly reaching out her hand, the two emperors were immediately alert.
It’s this trick again!
This human race woman is extremely powerful and has magical weapons at her side. She can break out of the base camp and the bell bracelet is an outstanding achievement.
And that damn fire knife, kill my endless cold beast!
Thanks to the presence of several statues of the Demon Saint and the Goddess of Clay stationed at the base camp, otherwise, the fire knife would probably have penetrated the camp.
damn it!
The female emperor of Nanshan's eyes were gloomy, and her heart was full of doubts. She really didn't know where this human woman came from.
You know, the demise of the Tree of Spirits dates back a hundred years!
There has been no spiritual energy in the world for a long time. The foundation of the role of Yuling has been directly cut off, and he is completely lonely.
The so-called spiritual weapons also fell one after another and became a pile of waste.
The same goes for spiritual weapons, and the same goes for holy weapons. All the tools that could not be used by the Han tribe were torn into pieces.
But this woman
"Uh-huh!" The empress felt her body stiffen and suddenly lost the ability to move freely.
On the battlefield of life and death, losing control for even one second can be extremely fatal.
Hearing the female emperor's roar, a cold mist enveloped her tall and strong body, and she suddenly broke free from the other party's restraints.
"Haha" the empress gasped, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with sullenness.
Fortunately, the Demon Saint Lei Yunpeng under him will not be controlled by the other party.
Otherwise, it would be really easy for this human woman to run away!
The dignified Cold Beast Army-Nanshan Base Camp allows human women to kill and come in and out at will. Is that okay?
"Xishan, thunder and lightning!" The female emperor's face was extremely cold, and she squeezed out a sentence through her teeth.
The male emperor's eyes were still full of greed when he looked at Yang Qingqing. He missed the wonderful taste of human flesh and blood so much.
Following the voice of the female emperor, the male emperor whispered something softly.
"唳~!" Lei Yunpeng drove thunder and lightning again.
The single-shot thunderbolts almost connected together and turned into a thunder formation!
"Xilulu~~~" Feng Henju was so panicked. Although he was a demon emperor, he had never been chased crazily by two demon saints before?
Just when Fenghenju was dodging in panic and struggling, the female emperor slapped Lei Yunpeng who was sitting down.
Her eyes were cold and her voice was cold: "Kill!"
Following the voice of the empress, the electricity all over Lei Yunpeng exploded.
The seventh level, Canxingyao, Lei Peng Qianli!
Yang Qingqing, who was galloping on the open grassland, couldn't help but stare.
I saw Lei Yunpeng moving almost instantaneously, with the sizzling sound of electricity, and appeared directly in the air diagonally above Fenghenju.
"Zizzi~zhi!"
The sound of electric current, accompanied by endless chirping of birds, resounded throughout the world.
Yang Qingqing waved her right hand in the air without hesitation.
A seven-foot map of mountains and rivers, quickly opened the scroll.
"唳~"
"唳~!"
Under the hazy sky, in the alpine grassland.
Thousands of thunder and lightning birds rushed towards the galloping figure.
Just when the flocks of birds were about to bombard one person and one horse, they kept shrinking and plunged into the beautiful picture one after another.
"Human race, die!" The female emperor's voice was extremely cold, as if she had expected this scene.
She pressed the bird's head with one big hand and deflected it hard.
The roc, which covered the sky and the sun, showed its unparalleled flexibility and immediately circled and flew.
And while it was flying around, the demonic skill Thunderbird Thousand Attacks never stopped.
Thousands of thunderbirds surged out from all directions, flying up and down, even charging close to the turf.
Inadvertently, a trace of despair appeared in Yang Qingqing's eyes.
The female emperor and the demon saint are hovering above the head, surrounded by thousands of birds, and there are male emperors and ministers watching covetously behind, and even further behind
Endless cold beasts came out of the forest.
Thousands of horses galloped, causing the earth to rumble and tremble.
"Boom!"
"Boom, boom, boom" the thunderbird hit the ground and exploded, sending air waves in all directions.
Amidst the sound of electric current bursting, the empress's cold voice suddenly sounded: "Stop!"
A burst of whispers suddenly sounded in Yang Qingqing's ears.
Coincidentally, the hooves of the ghost horse under her crotch suddenly stiffened.
"Boom!"
A bunch of birds roared down and exploded a few meters in front of the horse's head.
Fenghenju had no time to react.
With its stiff limbs, under the influence of inertia, half of the horse's head was submerged in the flock of thunderbirds.
"Xilulu~" Fenghenju screamed miserably, and the demon's breath shirt shattered into pieces.
Yang Qingqing felt her body light up, and Fenghenju's illusory body suddenly turned transparent.
She fell directly under the horse, and was transformed into horse hooves again, and flew away with a kick.
"Boom!"
Yang Qingqing was kicked hard and flew to the ground, rolling around randomly.
The figure of Fenghenju was completely submerged in the flock of thunder birds.
"No" Yang Qingqing murmured, floating like a pebble on the grass.
In an instant, he was kicked hundreds of meters away.
But this short distance of more than a hundred meters was a hellish journey.
The birds bombarded the surroundings and body indiscriminately, causing the Demon Breath shirt to be covered with cracks and streaks.
"Live on, Lord" Feng Henju's voice stopped abruptly.
"Bah!"
Yang Qingqing rolled rapidly, her fingers piercing deeply into the ground.
She tried her best to slow down her momentum, and suddenly raised her head and looked into the distance.
Thousands of birds dispersed, except for a roc that blocked out the sky and sun. It leaned down and rushed down to the place where the Wind Scar Horse was broken.
"唳~" The sharp beak of the bird pecked at the demon soul and swallowed it alive.
As the roc flew by at low altitude, the last trace of the Wind-Scarred Horse disappeared without a trace.
Just above the bird's head, the empress's cold eyes revealed a cruel light.
She turned her head and looked coldly at the lost Yang Qingqing.
Rose Emperor Spirit, how much more do you have to lose, Fenghenju?
And your still-living fire knife, the Kuchiki Arowana!
If you dare to call them out again, I will kill them all!
I'd like to see,
How many more killings do you need before you completely collapse and kneel at my feet begging for mercy!
"唳~"
Canxingyao Lei Peng Qianli!
The female emperor of Nanshan has just left, and the male emperor of Xishan is coming again under the control of Demon Saint Lei Yunpeng!
Like a bomber, Lei Yunpeng flew over Yang Qingqing's head, once again showering down thousands of thunderbirds.
Yang Qingqing mechanically raised her hand and covered her head with the scroll.
That beautiful face showed endless sadness and a touch of despair.
"Boom!"
"Rumble"
Amidst the deafening explosion, a deep crater was blown out of the already rugged grassland.
Only within a few meters of Yang Qingqing, the grass was intact.
This picture of seven feet of mountains and rivers has already exhausted everything.
"Surrender, humans!" The male emperor hovered high in the sky and stood firmly above the bird's head.
It can be seen that the two emperors and ministers are particularly afraid of the Seven-foot River and Mountain Map.
They are not stupid. They always use remote output and have never gotten close to Yang Qingqing.
Especially now, after Yang Qingqing was forced into a desperate situation, they were even less willing to get close.
The empress snorted coldly, and also hovered steadily, looking at the human woman below: "I'll give you one last chance, human!
Throw the scroll aside and roll it to my feet!"
The male emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at the female emperor: "We agreed, you and I will each have half."
What he was talking about was not the picture scroll, but the person Yang Qingqing.
The empress glanced at the other party coldly: "Give you an arm, don't be too greedy.
This man will be of great use to us!"
The two imperial ministers riding Demon Saint Lei Yunpeng actually started to divide the spoils in front of Yang Qingqing.
The battle up to this point should indeed be over.
The last threshold is the scroll in the hand of the human woman.
But that's all.
In the eyes of the two emperors, this human woman was already a meal on the plate and a slave at their feet.
Yang Qingqing slowly put down her palms and looked at the army of cold beasts that were killing all over the mountains and plains in the distance, her eyes gradually lowered.
When he first stormed the camp, he shouldn't have summoned the Kuchiki Arowana. Since then, there has been no Kuchiki clone.
However, this is just a thought.
With her demon pets, demon soldiers and spiritual weapons in her arms, Yang Qingqing naturally wants to do her best, mobilize all her strength, and lead all living beings to fight and ascend to heaven.
Instead of living alone, give them up.
"Why"
Yang Qingqing sighed, maybe he could enter the Jiangshan Map and survive.
But does it make sense?
As a spiritual weapon, there is no possibility of survival in front of Youhan's army.
The Seven-foot River and Mountain Map will inevitably be torn into pieces and burned.
And what can I do in the realm of Jiangshan?
To be trapped in that world forever, to survive in this world, to die alone?
Maybe,
The story ends here.
It would be a blessing to go there as soon as possible to accompany my parents.
Just a disciple
"Heh." Yang Qingqing shook her head, with a faint smile on her face.
Sad, poignant.
The breeze blew by, blowing her long black hair and raising the blood-stained skirt.
Maybe, he is already waiting for me there.
Hope he's not here.
"Master?" A voice suddenly came from his mind.
"Um."
Forbidden City: "What's going on outside? Are you in danger?"
"Human race." From high in the sky, the cold voice of the empress came again, "If you don't surrender, you will be trampled to pieces."
Far to the north, thousands of troops and horses are attacking.
Can this picture of a seven-foot river and mountains really be able to withstand such a torrent of troops?
"Huh~"
Suddenly, a demonic aura surged in front of Yang Qingqing.
Living in the Forbidden City, home of acupuncture points, one does not know what is happening outside.
But through the threads of the contract, the Forbidden City noticed the owner's emotions.
It's just that as a qualified demon pet, the Forbidden City dare not appear rashly before the master summons him. After all, the battlefield is serious and ever-changing. If you don't follow instructions, it can easily end up being self-defeating.
But now, the Forbidden City can't sit still, because the master's mood is completely wrong!
"Hey!" The Forbidden City suddenly pulled out the bamboo stick and looked around cautiously.
"Oh?" The male emperor was stunned for a moment.
Chixiong clan?
Isn’t this race extinct long ago?
Where does this human woman come from?
While he was surprised in his heart, the male emperor's face also looked a little strange.
This seems to be a demon general Chi Xiong. It will have no effect if it appears on the battlefield.
High in the sky on the other side, the cold voice of the empress came: "It seems that you still have something to lose!"
But at this moment, Yang Qingqing turned a deaf ear to the words of the female emperor.
She stared blankly at the Forbidden City in front of her, feeling that the picture looked familiar.
Bamboo Shadow Thunder Pond?!
Yes, the mysterious thunder pool on that side showed this scene to myself early on
High in the sky, the empress slapped the bird's head and said in a cold voice: "Watch it! I will tear your demon pet apart with my own hands."
Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.
"Boom!" There were dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, but they did not come from Lei Yunpeng.
The drizzle of rain suddenly enveloped the whole place.
The two imperial ministers suddenly turned their heads and looked at the southern sky.
Under the hazy sky, there is a snow-white deer shadow, moving rapidly through the rain.
The next moment, the two emperors’ eyes widened!
That's that?!
In the world filled with gray fog, a huge blackened arrow suddenly took shape.
It was wrapped with flame dragons, baring its fangs and claws, waving endless flames, and rushed towards it!
And behind it, endless gray rocket arrows suddenly spread out.
Overwhelming and mighty!
Yang Qingqing stared at this scene blankly, it seemed that it was different from the picture given by Bamboo Shadow Leichi.
Which period of the future has changed?
unimportant.
The important thing is that he is still alive
"Holy weapons! Two holy weapons! Retreat, don't resist!"
"Go back and form a formation!" Facing the roaring tsunami of arrows, the two emperors gave completely different reactions.
Lei Yunpeng, controlled by the two emperors, turned around and ran away, even traveling thousands of miles away from Lei Peng.
But the male emperor simply dodged and flew away to avoid its sharp edge.
But the female emperor rushed towards the cold beast army and organized the cold beast army to use defensive demonic skills.
"Whoosh~"
Among the gray rockets in the sky, one arrow stood out.
It is red and has a different trajectory from other arrows.
This fire arrow was directed towards the human woman standing alone in front of thousands of soldiers and horses.
"Pfft~"
The red fire arrow was directly exploded, and a familiar figure stood in front of Yang Qingqing.
Du Yu didn't know what women had gone through.
But her sad eyes, sad smile, and tragic look covered in blood have already shown enough.
Yang Qingqing: "You don't."
"Qingshi." Du Yu suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged the woman covered in blood tightly into his arms.
Yang Qingqing's body stiffened slightly, and her chin rested on Du Yu's shoulder.
At this moment, thousands of fire arrows flew over their heads.
Slowly, Yang Qingqing's stiff palm fell on Du Yu's back.
On this battlefield of life and death, she silently closed her eyes.
She has never felt so at ease since she fled to another continent.
In this reassuring embrace, scenes of life and death, endless sorrow and pain, turned into a trace of grievance, flooding into the heart of this experienced warrior.
Gradually, she wrapped her arms around Du Yu's body and hugged him tighter.
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