When the long wind rose, I saw Yongyesheng's hands blasting out, his left hand running thunder palm, thirty-two light blades, and his right hand blood shadow fist, the fist wind bursted, tearing open the sky, leaving an afterimage of the Dao in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eventually, these afterimages connected into a pillar of light with impact, heading straight for the night song.

Thirty-two blades of light, like a net of heaven and earth intertwined, blocked the way of escape, and then smashed into the thirty-two acupuncture points of Qingge.

As for the Blood Shadow Fist, it transformed into a fire dragon in the air, roared angrily, and rushed towards Qingge, fierce, powerful, without any fancy face, directly hitting Qingge's face.

Qingge's body is so slender, thin, and powerless.

The two attacks came one after another, Qingge narrowed his eyes, and used the residual spiritual power to consume some of the power of the thirty-two light blades, and then pulled the dark element into the blood vessels, and then poured the evil qi of the Blood Demon Flower on the surface of his skin.

Under the cover of the Blood Demon Flower, the matter of the dark element will not be discovered by anyone, even if it is the eternal night life with great supernatural powers from heaven to earth.

Ben Thunder Palm and Blood Shadow Fist slammed into Qingge's body one after another, and Qingge's body was like a kite with a broken string, and it flew out directly.

Although the Blood Demon Flower and the Dark Elemental can withstand some damage, the double attack of the Five Sword Spirit Masters can't withstand the Night Light Song.

The world saw that Qingge's body was thrown high and smashed down.

When she fell to the ground, she didn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, and then sprinkled on her face.

Qingge's face was full of blood, especially the blood demon flower on half of his face, slowly blooming, demonic but not glamorous.

Qingge's body spasmed a few times, and then he stopped moving.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the night sky, a round of crescent moon, a few stars of light, indescribable beauty.

She was so tired in her life that she kept running and never stopped.

In fact, it's very pleasant to stop once in a while and enjoy the view.

In all directions, there was dead silence, and the needle drop could be heard.

All eyes were fixed on her.

No one dared to step forward, but everyone was worried.

At this point, outsiders can only watch.

Qingge's brows furrowed.

It hurts.

It was as if a truck had run over her, and her bones were falling apart.

Qingge was covered in blood, sweat, and three thousand white hairs were wet and sticky to his neck.

There were also two attacks.

She'll survive one more time, and that's it.

Qingge's consciousness is a little sloppy, no matter how strong her will is, she is not iron-clad.

Five thousand high-level demonic beasts, looking at this scene, their eyes were red and wet.

Demonic beasts, wandering in all corners of the four-star continent, lingering.

They are afraid of being tamed by animal trainers, forming unequal contracts with humans, becoming slaves of humans, and even the Colosseum between nobles, and like to watch cannibalism between high-level monsters.

It is precisely because the high-level demonic beasts have IQ and can transform into human form that they hate humans to death, and they can't wait to see one and eat another.

But in so many years, they had never seen a human being willing to stand up for the sake of the Warcraft, and even did not hesitate to compete with the emperors of the Four-Star Continent.

They saw with their own eyes that Qingge was attacked eight times, and they saw her go from a graceful and luxurious beauty to a down-and-out king.

Perhaps, from now on, they will be willing to follow her and be loyal, even if they give their lives for her.

As long as she's good, that's fine.

Qingge couldn't stand up, and she fell to the ground.

The earth has cracked many cracks, and she is in the center of these cracks, like a spider spirit intertwined with a large web.

"Saya-"

Ji Hua wanted to help Qingge up, but was stopped by Jin Chanzi, "She can stand up." ”

Ji Hua turned his head to look at the golden cicada, a little surprised, the golden cicada at this moment, his expression was solemn and serious, extremely serious, his eyes were like fire, staring at Qingge.

He is convinced that those who can stand up in the night do not need anyone to help them.

This is the dignity of a warrior!

Like Xing Tuyu and others, they also knew this truth, and they were so anxious that they never moved a step.

The Lord of Glory watched from afar, his eyes as dark and green as a femme fatale.

He looked at Qingge with a complicated expression.

"Stand up, Night Song." You can do it.

The Glory Lord whispered.

He had never admired a man so much, admired her courage and tenacity, and marveled at her resourcefulness and audacity.

However, after the half-burnt incense passed, Qingge, who was lying in a pool of blood, still maintained that posture, motionless.

No one, who was impatient, looked at her and encouraged her.

"God bless the four kings, long live my king, long live long live."

Suddenly, Wei Mu, who was standing with Liang Fu and Beiying, bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

Wei Mu looked at Qingge with blazing eyes and shouted loudly.

In the silence of the battlefield, his voice was particularly loud, spreading to every corner outside the gate.

After that, there was a dead silence again.

After that, people knelt down one after another, until the people outside the city and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers above and below the city all knelt down.

Except for a few outsiders, basically, they are all on their knees.

They faced the beautiful woman who had fallen to the ground, prostrate on the ground, and shouted in unison, "Long live my king, long live, long live." ”

Their faces were red when they shouted, and the green tendons of their shouts burst out, one after another, deafening, and they soared into the sky.

Everyone, kept shouting.

She is the king of the four kingdoms, and she is the one who lives her.

Qingge was surrounded by the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people, she frowned, not clear enough, and her consciousness was a little blurred.

It's not vague, deep in her heart, it's all very clear, it's just that her brain is hot, blank, chaotic, buzzing, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

Qingge tried her best to open her eyes wide, hazy, in the clouds, she seemed to see that man, stepping on the moon, wearing a red robe, three thousand green silk, a pair of weird pupils, making people calm, but when staring at her, he was extremely gentle.

He stood in front of her and held out his hand to her.

His hands are so good-looking, slender as jade, with distinct bones.

His eyes were full of pampering and distress, and he said, "Stand up." ”

The voice is as good as ever, which makes Qingge intoxicated.

The picture turned, and it seemed to be back to half a day ago, she knelt on the back of Guihai Yan, and she watched Lianhua's body become more and more transparent.

In the end, like fireworks, it blooms, then withers again.

"Qingge, you can stand up." Lianhua said.

With that, he was broken again.

Qingge raised his hand with great effort, and his bloody hand was close to Ji Yue's palm, and Qingge was greedy for a moment of gentleness.

In an instant, a wisp of fire ignited on Ji Yue's body, burning him.

In the end, he became a fire point.

Disappear.

Qingge's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his pupils suddenly turned green.

She stood up.

Every movement is so difficult.

With each movement, the fragile bones in the body collided together and made a crackling sound.

Even, it makes people suspect that all her bones are broken.

Looking at her, the chanting of long live stopped abruptly.

After the dead silence, the cries of the nations rang out again.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Long live my king!"

“……”

Everyone, shouting wildly, means their excitement.