Qin Xia spoke slowly, and the wrinkled skin began to fade slowly like a snake. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hidden under the dark and chapped skin are patches of delicate and fair skin, full of a faint luster, as if reflecting the beauty of the moon.

The dry and grass-like gray hair suddenly grew rapidly, covered with a layer of dazzling black streamer, and as Qin Xia shook his head slightly, the long hair swayed around Qin Xia's waist like flowing water.

The original clothes were slightly tight for Qin Xia, who had straightened his back, and was torn apart by "Zila", turning into some rags and hanging on Qin Xia's body.

However, Qin Xia didn't care much about these inconsequential details, she just looked at Qin Xue who looked exactly like her on the other side in silence, with a somewhat dignified expression.

The twin sisters, who have grown up together since childhood, are very familiar with each other, and they don't know each other well, and they don't even need to use their hands or perceive them, they have already guessed each other's strength, and they are already as comparable as before.

"Sister, I actually really hate you. Qin Xia suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Because you are an older sister, even if you and I are clear, you can always be the chosen one as a matter of course." No one would have thought to ask my sister if I would like to. It's like my sister should give you everything. ”

Qin Xue was slightly silent, then looked at Qin Xia, and said very seriously: "You never tell anyone what you want, you just wait where silently, waiting for others to come and ask you." Qin Xia, no one is obliged to guess what you are thinking and what you want. If you want it, say it and go for it, not get it...... But blame others for not asking you. ”

"There's no point in talking about this now, right?" Qin Xia smiled, his black hair rising in the night breeze, a strand of hair, distinct from each other.

"It doesn't make sense anymore. Qin Xue bowed, "This is the first time you and I are fighting." ”

"It will also be the last time. Qin Xia smiled slightly.

Qin Xue and Qin Xia looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, two figures rushed towards each other with a decisive attitude in an instant.

"Boom!"

Qin Xue and Qin Xia were mirror images of each other, and their fists suddenly docked, and a shock wave mixed with black and white suddenly spread out from the place where the fists of the two people met.

The strong storm lifted the hair of the two, silver and black, like the bright moon and the night, reflecting each other and shining brightly.

"Poof—"

The arms of the two of them burst open at the same time, and clouds of hazy blood mist sprayed out from the wound, and the broken bones directly pierced the flesh and blood, making the two jade people become a little miserable in that moment.

However, Qin Xue and Qin Xia did not have the slightest fear, and there was no superfluous emotion in their eyes when they looked at each other.

There is only fighting.

In this battle, there is no room for retreat.

No one will back down.

In a short moment, after the most brutal and brutal fight, Qin Xue and Qin Xia retreated at the same time, and even the posture of retreating was generally similar.

The two of them shook their arms at the same time, and the broken bones and flesh quickly healed and recovered as before, and then the two of them flipped their palms at the same time, and once again rushed towards each other.

Chu Feng looked at the drama he was facing, took a deep breath, and remained calm in a rare way.

He didn't know how strong the drama was, so he didn't ask Qin Xue because he was afraid that he would panic if he found out.

He wanted to end the battle with the drama before the battle between Qin Xue and Qin Xia ended, and then take Yan Qingyu away.

This is the agreement between him and Qin Xue.

Wei Ju looked at the young man, looked at Qin Xue and Qin Xia who were fighting behind the young man, and then clenched the crutches in his hand.

Chu Feng also clenched the Water Moon Sword.

His body leaned forward slightly, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and his left hand pressed the blade of the Water Moon Sword.

This is the starting style of the stegosaurus out of the sheath.

Ning Cuiya's hard training for more than a month made him naturally make such a move, even if he could actually use this sword at will, but the nervousness still made him subconsciously make this move.

It's like practicing swords with Senior Sister Liu Yu.

Chu Feng thought as he pulled Shui Yue on his right hand side, winding out a blue sword arc.

"Whew-"

There was a crisp sword groan, and the blue sword arc suddenly turned into a bone, flexible and strong.

A blue-scaled dragon roared out, its fierce eyes widened, and as the arc of the sword slashed out, it slashed at the drama with a roar.

Jun Ju looked at the sword that came and frowned slightly.

The sword was much weaker than he had imagined.

The drama thought that he would face an opponent of equal strength, but now he found out that it was nothing more than that.

The sword that hurt him was only caused by suddenness.

The drama moved forward, the wooden staff in his hand waved, colliding with the sword light that was slashed, and the blue-scaled angry dragon suddenly seemed to turn into a small snake, looking at the drama in fear, coiling his body, and no longer roaring, shrinking little by little, and then turning into a point of light, which was easily crushed by the staff.

The drama continued to move forward, looking at the sword light that came from the second slash.

It was still a blue-scaled dragon, and there seemed to be a little more life in his eyes than the blue-scaled dragon on that one.

But it's only a few moments, and it's still easily crushed.

The third blue-scaled dragon came to him again, still a little more angry, still crushed without any accidents.

The drama looked ahead, and the young man was stubbornly drawing his sword, again and again, as if he was practicing a sword.

It's a little boring to play like this, he has no interest in playing like this with this teenager, he still has very important things to do.

He looked at the twelve phantoms beside the stone tools below, and watched as Yan Qingyu's blood continued to flow into the stone tools, causing the liquid in the grooves of the stone tools to roll wildly, and drops of liquid splashed and fell to all parts of the stone plate, melting the surface of the stone plate, revealing the true face hidden under the surface.

The true appearance of the stone plate is a more complex pattern, and the grooves have long been filled with strange liquids, and they are also tumbling in general at the moment.

Wisps of mist rose up and exuded an unsettling aura.

The elders looked at the stone tool in a daze, never expecting such a thing to happen.

They wanted to stop this from happening, but they had already become a part of the formation, and all the strength they had had been drained from it.

Not only that, but at this moment, the vitality in the bodies of the twelve elders was also passing rapidly.

As if greatly attracted, those creatures left the bodies of the twelve elders and converged into the stone tools beneath their feet.

The skin of the twelve elders began to dry and crack, their eyes began to become cloudy, their hair quickly turned white, withered, and fell out, and blood continued to leach out of the pores of their skin, dripping onto the stone tools, causing them to begin to exude a faint scarlet sheen.

Miju raised his head and looked at the kid in front of him, and he decided to end the fight immediately.

But when he looked up, he saw a sword like no other.

If the blue-scaled dragons that came before were all loaches and snakes, then the blue-scaled dragon that roared angrily at this moment was the real dragon.

The dragon roared angrily, not in any sense of fear because it had come to the side of the drama, but its eyes became more and more violent, more and more ferocious, as if its territory had been touched.

Wet drama was slightly stunned, and hurriedly crossed his cane, blocking the sword light.

"When—"

The crisp sound was like a metal strike, and the power of the shock was transmitted to all parts of the body of the drama through the wooden staff, making the expression of the drama change.

Although the sword was not enough to threaten him, he already knew that the boy was not as simple as he thought.

Wet drama snorted coldly, looking at the angry dragon with blue scales that repeated and kept chopping, and was a little disdainful.

Did he really think this was sword training?

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the wooden staff in his hand pointed forward, and a sense of anger suddenly appeared in the space.

How could the patriarch of the Wu clan be famous?

He held the handle of the wooden staff with his left hand, and the body of the wooden staff with his right hand, and then pulled it slowly, and a sword slowly appeared.

It was a cone-shaped sword, with a brown-black blade, without any luster, only a little cold star condensed on the blade.

Except for those elders, no one had ever seen a sword used in the drama, and no one knew about the sword used in the drama.

The people of the Wu clan don't like to use swords, their temperament prefers a straightforward routine, and the sword has never been the mainstream of the Wu clan.

But the drama is an exception.

Holding the slender long sword with a wooden handle, the sword body trembled slightly, and let out a "buzzing" buzz.

He looked at the blue-scaled angry dragon that roared angrily, his expression was a little serious, but his movements were not fast, he just watched the blue-scaled angry dragon keep approaching him, and when he was two feet away from him, he finally picked out the trembling long sword in his hand slightly.

The blue-scaled dragon roared and opened its bloody jaws, but instead of swallowing its prey, it was pierced into the roof of the jaw by the needle-like sword.

A few strands of blood quickly crept up into the angry eyes of the blue-scaled dragon, and the blue scales quickly became dim, and then peeled off like snowflakes.

"Boom!"

The long sword trembled slightly, and the blue-scaled angry dragon was suddenly split into countless fragments, and the trembling long sword was slightly brushed, and then continued forward.

Chu Feng didn't go to watch the drama, he was still drawing his sword.

On the Ning Cui Cliff, what he practiced the most was the stegosaurus unsheathed, and even he couldn't remember how many times he had drawn his sword.

But he knew he could do better.

He can draw his sword faster, and the stegosaurus that he cuts out can be more ferocious and stronger.

That was also the result of his repetition again and again, and at this moment, he also had to cut out that sword by repeating it repeatedly!

The drama approached quickly.

But Chu Feng was not disturbed in any way.

Draw the sword, collect the sword, draw the sword, collect the sword.

There was finally a slight look of surprise on his face, because when he had just broken Chu Feng's sword with one sword, he finally felt a little pressure.

The drama was silent for a moment, and then finally raised the sword that was dragging diagonally.

A word to readers:

I don't know how many readers will be able to read this.,Anyway, I'm already mentally prepared to collect enough to be on the shelves before the end of the first volume of 500,000 words~.

Everyone has their own style, I really can't write a very refreshing article, but I also ask readers to believe that this story must be full of sincerity, above ~

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