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The dead soldiers glanced at each other, and their hearts were sharp, divided into two groups of people, one group resisted the attack of the Ming King Knife, and the other group rushed towards the two of them, rolling with a strong and monstrous killing intent, as well as that dark aura.

"These people are all spirit masters, and they are the most capable of yin tricks, so they must be careful to deal with them." Light gauze demon road.

The light song bowed his head, and he slowly supported the light yarn demon to sit down on the smoothed rock beside him.

It was too late, and five or six dead soldiers had already leaped into the air, holding weapons in one hand, stabbing at Qingge's back, and gesturing with the other hand like phantoms, using various secret weapons and secret methods.

Qingge turned his back to the dead soldiers, facing the bright moon, his eyes flashing with glass-like light.

When the cold weapon was about to penetrate her body, Qingge touched the ground with one foot and swept away with the other leg, like a tornado, drifting in heavy rain, swallowing the attack of the five dead soldiers with the momentum of thousands of troops.

The pure aura roared past and rushed away, and the dead soldiers kept retreating.

Qingge stood firmly on the ground, raised a hand comfortably and leisurely, the Mingwang knife was extremely spiritual, and after a turn flashed with brilliance, it swept back.

Qingge grabbed the Ming King's knife and looked at the dead soldiers coldly.

At the beginning, she was born eleven-fold, and in front of Xia Shu at the spirit master level, she only had to suffer a loss and vomit blood, and when she broke through the twelve-fold, she cut off Xia Shu's lifeline with one sword, which was comparable to that of a spirit master.

When she took the Tian Yuan Dan and broke through to the innate thirteen levels, she raised and fell with the sword in her hand, which was the life of a sword spirit master.

The dead soldiers are all sword spirit masters.

What Qingge is afraid of is not their strength class, but the mysterious secret techniques and secret weapons that have never been transformed.

Eight dead soldiers, surrounded by light songs, stood in the eight directions of heaven and earth, forming a gossip array, however, the gossip master yin and yang, stealing the five elements, has a heroic atmosphere, and the formation formed by the dead soldiers, like a hundred ghosts crawling, struggling, full of evil, dark side.

The breath that flowed in the air alone made people feel creepy and their stomachs tumbled and they gagged.

Qingge narrowed his eyes and frowned.

Abruptly, the pupils dilate radially.

The Dead of Garan, with the element of darkness.

The dark element, derived from the dark mage, however, Garan is the first academy of four stars, a symbol of justice, how can he secretly train the dark mage?

"Dark mage?" In the spiritual world of Qingge, the nightmare made a surprised sound.

"It seems that Garan is even dirtier than you and I imagined." The light song sneered, and it was filled with a rich mockery.

"Dark mages are difficult to deal with and have a lot of tricks."

Wei said solemnly: "If you look carefully, there is no sparkle in the eyes of these dead soldiers, as if they are special killing machines. ”

"Puppet?"

"It can also be said that their souls and minds have been stripped away, and only their bodies are full of holes, and they are working hard for others." Wei said: "The dark mage was only destroyed in the four-star continent, and in other planes, it is still very prosperous, if you can, you can contact it well, in the future, your enemy is not only a spirit master, a spirit master, but also a mage, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and still being able to win a hundred battles, this time, it may be a very good experience." ”

Experience

Light song raised eyebrows.

There aren't many opportunities to fight against a Dark Mage, but hopefully, what can you learn from it.

The light singer holds the sword of the king of the Ming and puts on a posture, like a dormant leopard, jumping out at any time and biting off the neck of the enemy.

The dead are still in formation, and it is a magic gossip array.

In the formation, it was full of magical energy, and those breaths, like swords, rushed towards Qingge, forming a net of heaven and earth, forcing Qingge into despair, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

The dead moved quickly on the magic gossip array, and the unpredictable afterimages flickered in Qingge's sight.

Qingge held her breath, her mind was highly concentrated, and her eyes did not squint.

A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and the light song had a whim.

Qingge poured the power of the Snow Spirit Bead into the Thunder Nest, merging it with the power of the spirit.

Suddenly, Qingge's eyes deepened a little.

She seems to be able to break down the movements of the dark mages and the dead, and their speed is still fast, but in Qingge's vision, it seems to be slowed down infinitely.

Every move, any detail, was clearly captured by Qingge.

It seems that if she can see everything, everything in the world can't escape her eyes.

Qingge calmed down, carefully found the flaws in the magic gossip array, the center, and broke through the encirclement in one fell swoop.

In the darkness of the night, there was a shrill laughter.

The old voice was like a wild ghost grinding on a mound of dirt against a rock.

Qingge looked over.

A carriage drove by, and the curtain was lifted, revealing a withered face.

No worries

He is not afraid of old age, he can go, there will not be too many wrinkles on his face except for frost eyebrows and snow hair, if he shaves his beard and dyes his hair black, he looks just a man who is still in his age.

Now, Wuyu seemed to be many years old, his face was full of traces left by the ruthless years, stacked with layers of wrinkles, his eyes were shining, and he was very gray, and he sat on the edge of the carriage, as if he were looking at a dead man, looking at Qingge.

"Ye Qingge, don't struggle, you are only an innate twelve-fold cultivator at best, do you think you can defeat so many dark mages at the level of a one-sword spirit master?" There is no danger of yin and yang.

The light song breaks through the innate thirteen folds, and few people know about it.

"The Great Elder is also a great fate, and he can escape from such a thunderstorm, and the disciple wishes the Great Elder that every year there will be today, and every year will have today." Said lightly.

Poof

Hearing this, the light gauze demon spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at a light song with a serious face like frost, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times.

This guy seems to be a mature and stable person, but in fact, he has a poisonous tongue and a black belly, a mouth, a clever tongue like a spring, a mouth like a hanging river, can be right and wrong, reverse black and white, and make something out of nothing.

Wuyu gritted his teeth, and his face was faintly black.

When he learned that Ye Qingge was trapped, he hurriedly came to see Ye Qingge's jokes, not to make fun of himself who was highly respected and admired.

"The Great Elder doesn't need to be too moved, this is what the disciple should say." Singing lightly and smiling.

It's just that the smile didn't permeate the eyes.

Eyes, cool and thorough.

It's like walking in the cold wind of a cold winter.

Wuyu's eyes were ruthless, and his voice was less merciful than before, and more hysterical with his teeth and claws, "Night Light Song, the old man appreciates your optimistic spirit, but people are self-aware, and they still speak wildly when they die, which is really laughing and generous." ”

"As far as I can see, there should be another thunderbolt to rip off the mask of your hypocrisy, Great Elder."

As he spoke, Qingge's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

In the middle of the night, it was a good time to kill.

If you don't kill, it's a scourge after all.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Wuyu has been proud all his life, and he was struck by the thunder in the night mansion to cultivate, and others may not know, but Wuyu must know that all of this is Ji Yue's handwriting.

At the mention of the word thunder and lightning, Wuyu's facial features seemed to be distorted.

"Kill her! Kill her! ”

"The old man wants to dig up her dantian with his own hands, so that she can live as well as a pig and a dog."

Careless's eyes widened.

Yelled.

The gossip array of the dead is formed.

The light of magic turned into a sharp blade of light, and it attacked the light song densely.

The overwhelming momentum is irresistible.

The breath of evil is like a man-eating devil descending into the world.