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The jade in the mountains and forests shines, and the clear light flows, showing the affection and charm.

A drop of water fell from the sky and fell on the green leaves, and the "bar" shattered.

The splashes of water vapor are full of memories, blurred into a poignant fragmented picture, and disappear with the wind.

Qingyu is heroic and smart, floating between the thick branches and leaves, and there is a touch of fresh tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

She is not a ruthless person, but she does ruthless things.

How can we accommodate each other with different beliefs, become husband and wife, and make vows for eternity?

The world is in turmoil, the seven kingdoms are in turmoil, they are turning against each other, and only one marriage can turn the crisis into peace, and everything is safe?

Why bother to wronged his fate and play for the powerful all his life.

If you have affection in your heart, you know that you don't need to worry about external affairs.

Qingyu firmly believes that everything she gives up for kendo will eventually be rewarded in kendo.

Therefore, since she entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, she has devoted herself wholeheartedly to the way of the sword, and has been exploring it.

In the end, he became a leader of his peers, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by the head of the Heavenly Sword at a young age.

Therefore, when she saw Zhao Teng again, although she was a little surprised, she didn't feel much guilt.

The rapid increase in cultivation proves that Qingyu's decision has lived up to her choice.

In the way of the sword, she gained more and more carelessness.

After saving Zhao Teng, she felt a lot more frank in her heart, and the sadness of the past turned into a tear and sprinkled it in the green mountains and forests.

A figure stood in front of him.

Qingyu suddenly stopped, her apricot eyes were hazy, condensing unfamiliar clouds and smoke.

In front of her stood a cold and colorful woman, she was wearing blood-red armor, but she only covered the vital parts, and her slender and pale legs were as smooth as jade, exposed to the emerald green mountains and forests, which made her even more squeamish.

The upper body only has the battle armor on the chest, and the waist that Ying Ying holds is tight and white, and it is full of toughness without thinking too much.

She didn't wear her hair in a bun, she wore a green silk shawl, her eyes were cold and cold, there was no trace of blood on her white face, and she held a half-moon-shaped curved blade in her hand, and the sharp brilliance gathered at the tip was enough to span the ages.

She just stood there, as if she had been waiting for a long time, and then as if she had just appeared.

Qingyu frowned slightly, meeting a completely strange woman here was something she never expected.

This woman is as cold as a poppy, and her intention to stop here is intriguing.

Qing Yu could only see some clues from her cold gaze, this woman was by no means an ordinary person.

The cold woman opened her mouth slightly, spitting out some obscure and mysterious voices.

Before the young girl could hear it clearly, the surrounding trees danced without wind, and there was some rapid sweeping and raging movements.

The gloomy aura was approaching rapidly, and soon the hem of Qingyu's clothes was flying up and down.

Qing Yu looked sideways, and a vicious and despicable face suddenly broke into her eyes, her green eyebrows frowned, and she quickly raised the spiritual power in her body, and waved her hand to slash out a fierce blue sword qi.

The vicious face was torn apart in an instant, but the scattered body did not shed a single bit of blood.

Only a dark fragment of debris hula fell, piled up on the ground, mixed with dead leaves, and disappeared.

What kind of monster is this?

Before I had time to think about it, there were many such ugly humanoid monsters rushing out of the surroundings.

They are all sturdy, but their ugly faces are the same, like evil spirits escaping from hell, and they are gloomy and darken the heavens and the earth.

With just one glance, Qingyu had seen enough of these ugly faces.

She no longer looked at them squarely, and continued to raise her spiritual power to slash out the blue sword qi and decompose it.

Fragments of decayed gray shards withered and fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, piling up dead bodies all over the ground.

The cold woman was still standing in front of her, her cold eyes seemed to be eternal, and she contained this fierce scene in a bland manner.

The curved blades in her hands flashed with images of vanishing one after another, and these ugly monsters had apparently disappeared for her.

But there was not the slightest wave in her eyes, only the endless cold, coldly storing the courage that was shattered into the ground, plain, as if she was looking at the dead leaves.

Qingyu didn't dare to ignore the existence of a cold woman, because she knew that every move of these ugly monsters was closely related to this cold woman.

Therefore, while she slashed the blue sword qi to defeat the vicious monsters, she would take a gap to observe the movements of the cold woman.

Unexpectedly, no matter how quickly the ugly monsters around her disappear, the glamorous woman remained indifferent.

She stood there like a cold statue.

Qingyu didn't think that she would always be like this, the water in the tank had not overflowed yet, because it was not yet full.

Obviously, the strength of the cold and glamorous woman is really not small, and after so much smoke and dissipation, there is still no panic.

Suddenly, the glamorous woman moved.

Without warning, she let out a scream, turning into a blood-red lightning bolt and rushing towards Qingyu.

There was still a cold woman standing in the same place, like her afterimage, and like her shell.

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The jasper branches and leaves in the verdant mountains and forests trembled, and the terrible screams suddenly resounded in the air.

Jiang Fei, who was walking, looked up to the sky, only to see several floating clouds scattered with the wind, and the source of the scream was ethereal, and for a while, it was difficult to determine where it sounded.

"The screams without warning are always so harsh. ”

Baili Hongsheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said loudly.

The shrill cry was so poignant that it resounded in the air for a long time without being extinguished.

What kind of critical situation would prompt such a soul-destroying sound?

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and as the poignant voice slowly faded, he couldn't help but have huge doubts in his heart.

He frowned and said, "The scream is so urgent, there must be something dangerous, I don't know if the disciples of other sects have encountered an accident, we should hurry up and take a look." ”

"That's right, they must be in danger to scream like that, we should hurry up and come to the rescue. Baili Yingqiu flashed brightly and said eagerly.

"There is rain in the east and sunny in the west, but the Tao is ruthless and affectionate. According to Xiaodao's many years of experience, this woman's cry is so terrible, I am afraid that she is going to be martyred. Gu Changan's thick eyebrows moved, and he sighed with emotion.

Chunyangzi's face was full of majesty, he glanced at Gu Changan silently, and said in a deep voice: "Without further ado, don't gossip, you keep up with the pace, and quickly follow me to inspect." ”

He said that his slender figure was moving, and in the blink of an eye, he had already walked three feet away.

The rest of the people didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly raised their spiritual power, and quickly chased towards the fleeting figure of Pure Yangzi flashing like lightning.

Not long after, there was a strong smell of blood in front of me.

The sound of the wind was agitated, and the blood mist was gloomy, swirling and rushing in the verdant mountain forest.

As it approached, the blood-red mist became more presumptuous, and soon, it had engulfed everyone's figures, and the obscure and mysterious strange song sounded one after another, directly stirring everyone's souls.

Jiang Fei's eyes were blood-red, surrounded by the sweetness of blood, the heaviness of blood, and the intensity of blood.

Where did this blood mist come from?

Why is it so hard to penetrate even the Spiritual Sense!

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, this blood mist was so weird, entering it was like being in an endless swamp, it was not terrible to see the edge, what was terrible was that it was hazy in front of him, and he didn't know where to go.

The group of companions had already scattered after entering the blood mist, and even if they were close, it was difficult to tell if he was still there.

The soul-shaking singing has been echoing in my ears, but this time, there is no ethereal illusion of Gandharva's near and far, but like a dense drum to stir back and forth, the noise is endless.

Jiang Fei's eyebrows sank at the noise of the strange singing, and he walked like walking on thin ice.

I was going to come to rescue my comrades, but it's good now, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect myself after I come in!

Hisss ......

Strange voices sounded frequently in the blood mist, and heavy breathing was like thunder, like a wild beast running left and right, desperately searching for delicious food that made it salivate.

Jiang Fei stopped, and if he walked further, he was afraid that he would be killing himself.

He pressed his sword still, his brow furrowed, feeling the speed at which the strange sound rushed in.

The strange sound was getting closer and closer, and some sturdy humanoid figures could be faintly seen in the blood mist.

Jiang Fei's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but clench the Ren Yuan sword in his hand, and the speed at which the sturdy figure flickered was extremely fast, so that before he could see the shape clearly, he had already passed by.

Although he didn't really see it, Jiang Fei clearly felt that a strong wind was passing by his side.

If it weren't for this muscular figure, who else would there be?

Jiang Fei stared at it, trying to discern the trajectory of the sturdy figure from the thick blood mist, to see if it had already discovered itself.

The blood mist is so solemn that even if you stare at your eyes, it is difficult to see before and after.

Suddenly, the strong wind sounded behind Jiang Fei again.

This time, it didn't bypass it.

Instead, it came straight to the center of Jiang Fei's back, and it was unstoppable.

Jiang Fei's heart tightened, he quickly turned around with his sword, waved his hand decisively, and slashed out a Ling Feng sword qi.

The azure light blade disappeared in a flash, and through the slight light, it could be vaguely seen that the place where Ling Feng's sword qi slashed did not have the strange target as expected.

Could it be a delusion?

Jiang Fei felt a little surprised, although he didn't fight many times against people, but his intuition on the spot had always worked, and there had never been a mistake.

Inadvertently, he turned around.

His tall and slender figure was stunned, and in his clear eyes, he leisurely broke into a strange thing.

This strange-shaped monster and Jiang Fei stood opposite each other, less than three feet apart.

It maintained the same movements as Jiang Fei, both staring at each other blankly.

What the hell is this monster?

No man, no horse, just a freak!

Jiang Fei lowered his brows, the person in front of him, with the head of a horse, was a monster with a humanoid body, which made him feel extremely surprised.

He swung Ren Yuan's sword again, and slashed out a Ling Feng sword qi.

The blue blade lit up in the blood mist, and the wind passed through the horse-headed monster's body.

Without making a sound, the figure of the horse-headed monster gradually disappeared, disappearing with the blue light blade.

It's gone?