I have to say that the scene is still very curious.

Ning Qingqiu is a stunning female monk with a clean voice and a soft body, smallpox was originally a relatively handsome and fair-skinned person, although it was a little gloomy, but it was not unsightly, but he was possessed by a wisp of the spirit of the old guy who had been dead for I don't know how many years, and he immediately became extremely weird, and his blue eyes looked terrifying.

The two of them fought fiercely, and the crowd of onlookers on the seventh night was very interested.

Even Chen Xuangan and Mingyuan still had to make judgments.

"In fact, Miss Ning's kendo cultivation is really the only one I have seen in my life, the key is that she has already walked out of her own path, even in Datang is rare, and this kendo is definitely not weaker than her ancestors. ”

Chen Xuangan's evaluation of Ning Qingqiu has always been very high.

Of course, it is not out of men's appreciation of women, but in the resonance between the strong.

For Chen Xuangan, his face was dry, but he didn't move any emotional strings.

But Ning Qingqiu's identity as a kendo powerhouse is really a plus, and now she has achieved the Transformation of God Cultivator, so she is already an existence of the same level as Chen Xuangan, a person like him, although he is not an arrogant person, but he also likes to stay with people like himself, and people in other family circles either regard him as a role model and idol, or regard him as an opponent and enemy, such as Emperor Yi, and there is a person like the real Mingyuan who is not in tune with himself at all, and they have no intersection with each other.

Friends are really rare for him.

To find a person he can look up to is very small, and such a person can still stand on the same side without conflict, that is very lucky.

Mingyuan nodded: "Qingqiu's sword path is unique, even if it is a masterpiece of the Middle and Ancient People, such as the Five Poison Sanren...... It is impossible to win, even if it is in his heyday, it is impossible to beat Ning Qingqiu at the same level, relying on nothing more than poison, as long as it destroys his poison, it is to occupy the commanding heights, not to mention that the current Five Poison Scattered People are just surviving, no matter how this smallpox is the direct bloodline descendant left by his painstaking efforts for today's resurrection, but in the end it is not his own body, and it is impossible for smallpox to be so selfless in his heart, so it must be full of resentment, and now there is no rejection of the body and soul, but because of the strong suppression of the Five Poisons Scattered people……”

Once a certain tipping point is reached, it will be like a spark ignited in an exploding barrel.

Ji Du listened to them talk about this so casually, and felt that he was very special...... The egg hurts.

Everyone, that's a five-poison scattered person, it's not a cat or a dog, you should give some respect when you talk about others.

Shiva is already numb.

Yes, at the beginning, when I was easily caught and controlled by them, I should have known that I was really unlucky to hit the iron plate this time, not to mention how much I regretted how I stood up and wanted to shake my majesty because of a word.

If you can cross over, at this time, you can't wait to go back in time to stop yourself, if you can't stop it, you can directly strangle yourself.

Of course, it's just a matter of thinking.

Shiva spared her life very much, otherwise, Ning Qingqiu didn't control her all the way at this time, and it would be very easy to die if she couldn't escape.

The five poisons scattered people gasped like cattle.

At this time, the whole person was already embarrassed, even the ghost fire in his green eyes was much dimmer, he had just been resurrected, and the first time he escaped was to have a big battle with Ning Qingqiu, and at this time, he was almost unable to maintain his body.

You must know that if his spirit is not strong enough, it is likely to be eaten back by the little resentment that belongs to the smallpox residue in his body, if he hadn't met Ning Qingqiu and them, after devouring smallpox, with the spirit stones and other materials and pills he left behind, the Five Poison Scattered People have a hundred ways to easily and completely eliminate those residual thoughts in the smallpox body, so as to truly get a new life, but bad luck is bad luck that he doesn't have so much time at all.

Not to mention how much they regret it, they knew that they should have run away as soon as possible.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the predicament I am in now.

But at this time, it is obviously too late to regret it.

Who made him see the Heavenly Desolate Sword at that time was greedy, after all, he had just been resurrected, so many years of waiting was too difficult, and he almost couldn't get through, in the face of such a new person, you really can't ask for more.

At the beginning, the history of the human race was almost a regressive history, except for the most glorious ancient and ancient times, sweeping the world, suppressing all races, and becoming the only protagonist between heaven and earth, and the following years were gradually regressing, and the strong became less and the inheritance was lost innumerable, if it weren't for the fact that the other races had been human race, so as not to have only three or two big cats and kittens left, the human race might have been suppressed by what race, it was a complete reversal and reversal.

But who can tell him now that he has only been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years, how could he meet such a perverted and wicked woman?

Ning Qingqiu's bone age is not very old, and even young enough that the Five Poisons Scattered People suspect that they are old and dizzy, but such a woman can actually hold herself down against her, is this world crazy?!

The main thing is the Heavenly Desolate Sword.

He glanced at this legendary divine sword with fear, and felt the stinging sensation of the divine soul and the separation of the body becoming more and more serious, all of which were the feelings that the Heavenly Desolate Sword brought him.

This sword, shouldn't it be dedicated to the soul?!

I thought it was a treasure that brought luck, but now it looks like a murder weapon that sent him to hell.

Ning Qingqiu stretched out his finger and flicked it on the sword body of the Heavenly Desolate Sword, the crisp buzzing sound was very pleasant, with a faint smile on his face, I have to say, the Five Poisons Sanren are worthy of being famous figures, they have all become what they are now, and they are all more enjoyable to fight than the barren capital, the Terran monks in the Middle Ages are really extremely powerful, mainly because of their killing methods and combat methods, all of which are mixed with countless essences and experiences, effective and concise and mysterious to the extreme.

"You, not bad. ”

There is no vanity under the fame.

But the face of the Five Poison Scattered People was immediately swollen, and being praised by a junior was not as good as a sword for him, and the anger in his heart was almost about to burn him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Little girl, don't be complacent. Do you think I don't have the trick to press the bottom of the box after so many years? So, don't really provoke me to tear my face......"

"Come on, let me see!"

Ning Qingqiu said angrily!