Qingge stood in the scroll of the ancient battlefield, with the sound of constant fighting in his ears, and his body was wrapped in ghostly fireworks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of her is the elegant and noble Snow Maiden.

The Snow Girl's gentle face suddenly became fierce, "The Snow Spirit Bead is my heart, I really can't give it to you, I can inherit the ghost fireworks and mood perception from you, but it's not that simple to take my things." ”

Qingge frowned.

Snow Girl's words were expected.

The sound of war drums, piercing the clouds and cracking stones.

The earth-shattering momentum makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Qingge found that the Fengqizun on the top of the mountains walked away unconsciously, and she only saw a lonely back drifting away.

However, before she had time to think about it, she noticed that the Snow Maiden had disappeared along with her ghostly fireworks.

She stood on the battlefield and saw the field on the right, and a million military horses came out.

He looked around softly, and all around him were corpses.

She no longer smelled the fragrance, but the smell of blood poured into her nasal passages.

"Inheritor, after three days, the ghostly fireworks and mood perception are yours."

"Don't let me down, or I'll be angry."

The Snow Maiden's voice seemed to echo in the valley.

"What if you can't get through it?" Light song mask cold cream, asked.

The Snow Girl's voice suddenly became a little colder, "You can only survive, there is only this one choice, unless, you want to die!" ”

The implication is quite simple.

For three days of the battle of the trapped beasts, either live or die.

In an instant, a million military horses were in front of her, and they launched a ridiculous killing of her.

There is no way back, there is no way to escape, she can only kill to the end.

Qingge stretched out his hand, and the Mingwang Sword appeared out of thin air.

Millions of soldiers surrounded her, and eighteen cold weapons slashed at her, the wind gusted, and the killing machine was faint!

Qingge roamed among the countless warriors, her hands were up and down, her head fell to the ground, and the blood demon flower suddenly appeared on the soles of her feet, supporting her to fly into the sky.

Thorny-

When she was tired and slack, the sword in the hand of a warrior cut through her back, Qingge's eyes turned green, and she turned around, but when she turned around, the Ming Wang knife drew a perfect arc in the air below, and the warrior was ruthlessly cut in half.

Blood spattered three feet, and the soul was broken!

On Qingge's back, there was a shocking wound like a grub.

For three days and nights, she didn't even have a moment's time to rest, so she could only keep fighting.

Want to rest?

Yes.

Unless you die!

The test of the Snow Girl is cruel, but also the most simple and rude.

However, for Qingge, this is the joy of bathing in blood, she was originally a person to kill, born to kill, in this absurd life, she has killed too many people, and many people want to kill her.

Once, the boss of the organization said that no one could kill her, she could only die in her own hands.

Millions of military horses, soldiers, with her alone, don't say three days and three nights, even if you add another ten days, let her kill without stopping, I'm afraid she won't be able to kill them all.

After the first day, Qingge was covered in bruises and scars, and every wound was deep and bone-invisible.

The dark green eyes are like ghost fire on this bloody battlefield.

On the evening of the second day, the aura in the light song pill fire had dried up, and the knife in her hand could no longer release its strongest power.

She regarded death as home, carried a bloody knife, and walked forward, giving birth to a lotus step by step.

The sound of the tip of the knife rubbing against the ground seemed to play a song leading to the Yin Division.

The officers and men of the three armies, in the face of her, actually retreated one after another.

All those who stood in her way exploded and died in an instant.

The power of the spirit is like thousands of swords, frantically strangled.

Rumble!

The icy water in the Five Elements Talent burst out from her body, with her as the center, all the people within ten steps were frozen in ice, and the moon flame spewed outward, burning the frozen people to the ground.

Thousands of blood demon blades, entangled in evil qi, roared in the blood wind.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Even if the body is in shock, she will kill hysteria.

In three days, in the blink of an eye, half of the millions of soldiers were slaughtered by her.

Qingge seemed to have forgotten the three-day appointment, her eyes were red, she was desperately killing, and she didn't close her eyes for three days and three nights.

Boom!

A spear pierced her kneecap from the side before being pulled out.

Qingge's eyes widened, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his knees ached and weakened, and he fell to his knees.

She stuck the Mingwang knife on the ground, and the strength of her whole body was supported by the Mingwang knife.

Qingge's mouth and chin were covered with sticky blood, and in the blink of an eye, she was surrounded by people, and swords, guns, swords, and halberds were all pointed at her.

Qingge knelt on the ground, with white hair and green eyes, like a ghost.

Ahh

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were angry, and she shouted, and the evil qi in the red veins, like a tornado, sprayed in all directions, and the warriors who surrounded her were swallowed up by the evil qi so that there was not even a slag left.

Perhaps, even Qingge himself didn't know that the evil qi gushing out from the twenty-fifth veins was like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, uncontrolled, like the poisonous gas magic barrier of the empire, quickly spreading outward, and those who touched the evil qi, whether it was the veins or the flesh and bone marrow, were swallowed by the evil qi.

Usually, Qingge has been holding on to the demonic nature of evil qi for two reasons.

The first is that the evil qi is derived from the Blood Demon Flower, and the Blood Demon Flower Yin Qi and blood qi are very heavy, although they can help her in battle, but she clearly understands in her heart that since the Blood Demon Flower melted into her body, she has always wanted to devour her reason.

If she doesn't curb the evil qi, once the evil qi is strong, I'm afraid it will be out of control.

At that time, there will be no power to return to the sky.

As for the second, it stems from the nature of light songs.

Perhaps, she doesn't have the kindness of Lan Wu, and she is an out-and-out villain, but the evil killing method is too bloody and miserable.

Therefore, even if the evil qi has extremely terrifying combat power, she does not dare to mess around.

In the final analysis, no matter how many people she kills and how many dark things she experiences, there is still a pure land in her heart.

The world is a big dye vat, and she has been dyed in all colors.

She knelt in the desert, raised her head and shouted, the evil spirit spread boundlessly, and millions of soldiers died in the wind.

At the same time, Qingge's crimson veins were cleared a bit.

Evil, boundless and powerful.

Her eyes were green, and in an instant, this ancient battlefield world was frozen in ice, and clusters of moon flames erupted in every corner.

Creatures, all gone!

Man, death!

Qingge endured the sharp pain in her kneecaps, stood up, and looked at the woman in the dark blue fire robe in the distance with green eyes.

The Snow Maiden walked over and saw the blood flowing down Qingge's knees, and then looked at the millions of soldiers who had been wiped out and the killing aura emanating from Qingge's body.

"If you were in the Ancient Battlefield, you would be an excellent killer." The Snow Girl seemed to sigh something, and said.

"Maybe the Queen Snow Girl will die at the hands of me, the killer." Qingge tilted his head sideways, contemptuous, wild and bloody, and his fangs were exposed.

And this is her nature.

The Snow Girl stared at Qingge for a long time, chuckled, and said, "Maybe." ”

The Snow Girl walked up to Qingge, pointed at the jade point, and a cluster of ghostly fireworks drilled into the bloody hole in Qingge's kneecap that Qingge had pierced, and endured the pain of crying blood, making Qingge frown.

It's just that she didn't even snort, she just endured the pain.

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