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The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and what she has is time.

Qingge pursed his lips, the Mingwang knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the earth, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Trouble in Falling Flower City...... It's really tricky.

"Why is this man gone?"

An Suyou looked surprised, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Really, I still want to tell this kid Qin Kui that the girl in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in Beiyue is good, it's enough for him to bear." ”

Everyone: "......" is not what you scared people away.

But it's strange to say that there is such a brazen mess in this world, and the only hobby is the old man who went to the Qinglou to spend the night with Cuihua.

"Little apprentice, go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for the teacher to see if Cuihuaer wants to be a teacher, you pack up, and take you to Jialan for the teacher in a few days." An Su walked to Qingge's face, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qingge's head with a smile, looking very intimate.

Light Song: "......"

Everyone looked at Qingge in shock, the world thought that Qingge was the one who was abandoned, and they were all laughing at her as the leader of the Great War of the Four Dynasties but was completely ignored by the Jialan Academy, until this moment, the world suddenly woke up, she was not abandoned, but let countless people scramble to squeeze the head of the Jialan Academy, she can come and go freely.

Dean of the Jialan Academy, An Suyou, has also been called a trace, which is taken from Pujia.

According to the legend, this person has a strange temperament, is uncertain, moody, when he is angry, the people suffer, when he laughs, he is cloudless, when he is young, he is not close to women, and after he is over sixty, he lingers in the place of wind and moon.

Speaking of An Suyou's life deeds, the fate is ill-fated, the twists and turns are bizarre, but it can also be called a legend.

When leaving, An Suyou swaggered, the aura belonging to the Four Sword Spirit Masters, surrounded around his body, like a generation of war gods, his eyebrows were kind but flowing, which was unpredictable.

Qingge looked at An Suyou's back thoughtfully.

While meditating, a figure suddenly rushed towards Qingge, and the innate twelve-heavy aura suddenly burst out, Qingge squinted his eyes and looked lazily at the bright yellow figure that came to him, as if there was a proud dragon soaring and roaring above the nine heavens.

Majestic in all directions, the four seas are kings.

The Northern Moon Emperor is sneaking up on her!

Seeing this, Ye Qingtian, Mo Xie and the others immediately rushed towards this side, and several spirit masters of Li Canglang and Bai Honghai urged the spiritual energy in the dantian to turn into thousands of wind blades, which penetrated the body of the Northern Moon Emperor at any time.

The Northern Moon Emperor seemed to be desperate, the moth was fighting the fire, and there was only one person in his bloodshot eyes, and the monstrous murderous aura seemed to be about to cut Qingge with a thousand knives.

The aura is like the wind, carrying forward the three thousand white, the light yarn Manman, the blood river is turbulent, the girl is wearing an ink-dyed long dress, cold and thin, like a moth between the eyebrows but a thousand charming, bewitching, even if it is a battle with the innate seven-fold strength and the congenital twelve-fold opponent, there is no fear of half of the color, indifferent, not alarmed, bright eyes and bright teeth, with a faint smile.

In an instant, the murderous intent was faint, and the ferocious aura erupted with the momentum of thunder, and the blood of the corpse of the South Hell Cave Mansion seemed to be quietly diffused in the depths of the pupils of the light song, and the blood demon flower in the center of the eyebrows flickered with a flowing red light, as gorgeous as the morning sun, as bright as the sunset.

The sound of the wind tore and sounded, like lightning crackling, and thousands of blood demon blades burst out of the ruins and appeared, and the fiery red color rendered the eyes of all beings.

Qingge raised his face and looked at the Northern Moon Emperor who jumped into the air, stepped lightly on the ground with the soles of his feet, and jumped up as light as a swallow, and at the same time, the blood demon blade suspended in mid-air twisted and bloomed into a lotus.

Qingge stepped on the lotus of the blood demon, shook it, fought in the air, and before the attack of the Northern Moon Emperor, he used the ancient martial arts, the tricks were bizarre, and his body was as strong as a ghost.

The Beiyue Emperor only felt that the person who was still in front of him had disappeared in an instant, and he looked around carefully, and the heat in his ears made him goosebumps.

"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"

The moment the bewitching voice sounded, the Northern Moon Emperor trembled, panicked, and instilled the aura above his elbow, and was about to attack Qingge.

Qingge's footsteps were like floating clouds, easily dodging, and when his body was hiding to the side, he stretched out his hand and five fingers like claws, sharply clasped the neck of the Northern Moon Emperor, and fell to the ground.

The Northern Moon Emperor fell to the ground in embarrassment, touching the ashes on his face.

Although there was no substantial harm, the hearts of Ye Qingtian and the others were relaxed.

At the same time that my heart was put down, I was deeply shocked.

This is the first time they have seen the innate sevenfold battle on the innate twelve, not only does not fall behind, but also makes the innate twelve-fold battle disgraced.

"Brother Night, your granddaughter, it's okay."

Mo Yuntian and Su Ya walked under the plane tree, Mo Yuntian touched his chin, and said with a smile: "This kind of demeanor is not inferior to the night terror of the god of war back then, I look at the evil child and Qingge are quite compatible, it is better to let them make a pair, our own people, no matter what, we know the roots, it is better than marrying an outsider." ”

Ye Qingtian rolled his eyes, "I don't like your son." ”

Mo Yuntian is messy in the wind, and the cow is full of faces, what's wrong with his son, what's wrong, such an excellent person!

"Why are you still stunned? Give it all to me! If they don't die, you will die! ”

The Northern Moon Emperor got up from the ground, looked at the dead guards who were in a stalemate with the slaughter army, and roared, nearly eight thousand dead soldiers and five hundred elite guards of the criminal law treasury immediately fought, and the crossbowmen who surrounded this side of the world also released their arrows again.

It is true that the words of the Northern Moon Emperor made these iron-blooded warriors feel cold, but they were just guards, and they had to do whatever the emperor wanted them to do, even if it was death, they couldn't even frown.

"Night Song."

During the fight, the Beiyue Emperor's gaze fell on Qingge's body, hideous and terrifying, evoking a trace of cruelty, "Do you know how your father died back then?" I saw with my own eyes that ten thousand sharp blades pierced his body, all the limbs and veins were broken, his face was ruined, and even his eyes were gouged out. ”

In the end, the voice of the Northern Moon Emperor rose sharply, like the bell in the temple on the top of the mountain, shaking people's hearts.

Qingge's fingertips trembled, the bloodthirsty factor in his body was ready to move, and the killing heart would swallow mountains and rivers and love the sky.

In the blue sky in front of the sycamore tree, through the killing sound of the slaughter army and the dead soldiers under the Beiyue Emperor, the hysterical voice full of hatred of the man was heard.

The strength in his body seemed to have been drained, Ye Qingtian's footsteps were a little unsteady, Mo Yuntian and Xiao Cang stepped forward to support him, looking at the old man who was tired between his eyebrows and eyes, his heart seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he was melancholy.

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