Qingge stood in the center of the Bagua Array, thousands of gray magical lights, wrapped around her delicate body, the speed of the light swirling faster and faster, faintly, as if splashed ink poured out the gloomy phoenix, the phoenix stood at the entrance of hell, and hissed towards Qingge, as if sending an invitation to death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black phoenix was elated, roaring and wailing, one after another, and a pair of eyes, like blood jade, were embedded in the hair.

The light is colorful and dizzying.

Snow-white hair, dancing in the wind, in the brilliance.

Qingge seemed to be restrained and could only stand in place, and there seemed to be an invisible wall around her body, blocking her escape path.

On the carriage, there was no insolence of laughter.

The light gauze demon sat on the rock, her face was pale, her body was weak, she stared closely at the light song in the formation, her hands under the sleeves curled up slightly, very worried.

In the gossip array, the oppression became stronger and stronger, and the magic light blade, endless, crushed towards the light song.

Qingge's feet didn't move, but her body was in a small space, constantly flashing, dodging the magic light blade, she was as agile as a wolf, her speed was extremely fast, and her constantly swaying body blew a hurricane.

There are more and more magic light blades, and they are getting stronger and stronger, although the speed is fast, but in Qingge's eyes, these light blades are deliberately slowed down.

As long as Qingge concentrates on dealing with it, he can avoid it.

The magic gossip array is not like the yin and yang gossip array in the Snow Maiden Palace, in which the center is an extreme thing that generates and restrains each other, and this kind of formation, Qingge is the best at it.

But the dead soldiers cast the summoned Bagua Array, like the formation that the wild ghosts can pile up, thinking in a normal way, I am afraid that I can't find a way to break the formation even if I rack my brains.

What's more, the class of these dark mages is no different from that of a sword spirit master.

Although with Qingge's current strength, killing a sword spirit master is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables, but in the final analysis, she is just an innate thirteen-fold cultivator.

Suddenly, Qingge closed her eyes.

Wu Yu sneered coldly and said disdainfully: "It seems that the turtle in the urn has given up struggling and is waiting for death to come." ”

The next moment, Wuyu's face became more and more cold.

The sneering smile on the corner of his mouth slowly froze.

Although the light song in the formation closed his eyes, the speed of dodging the magic light blade became faster and faster, fast to the extreme, and the movable space around him became narrower and narrower, but the light song became more and more comfortable.

Although her eyes were dark, her heart was bright and clear, and all sins could not escape.

"Kill her with a magic web!"

The killing intent in Wuyu's eyes became more and more intense, and he roared loudly, his voice was so loud that it became higher and higher, so that in the end, his voice was hoarse, his anger was urgent, and a mouthful of blood poured straight into his throat.

Wu Yu's face turned red, his eyes twisted, and his soul was hideous.

Compared to his ugliness, he is full of ugliness, and in the face of the light song of magic attacks, he seems calm and elegant.

After Wu Yu finished speaking, the dark mages took out their staffs carved with snake patterns, and each of them held a staff with a huge blood-colored crystal ball on the top.

Many magicians had words in their mouths, chanting ancient incantations, and after a quick recitation, the staff pointed at the light song, and in the crystal ball, a strong light burst out, like a raging fire, tumbling away, about to drown the light song.

Qingge stood in the gossip array, raised his head, his deep and dark eyes were unfathomable, reflecting the blood-red light, dazzling and treacherous.

Qingge seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows, threw the Ming Wang knife into his left hand, stretched out the palm of his right hand, and slowly took out the rouge umbrella refined by the golden cicada from the space bag.

Holding the handle of the sickle-like umbrella, Qingge poured the aura into the umbrella bones, and in an instant, the rouge umbrella of the seventy-two bones opened, with a touching trembling sound.

The blood-red umbrella is simple and gorgeous, the surface is filled with indifferent red mist, and the end of the umbrella handle is held with delicate glass beads, and the wrist can make a pleasant sound with a slight movement.

From a distance, the surface of the umbrella is crystal clear, like an ancient jade after careful polishing.

The beauty is picturesque.

At her feet, the totemic lines depicted in the Bagua Array were solemn and solemn, and the light of magic appeared on her side, dancing in black shirts and white hair.

A magical light like a fire smashed on the surface of the umbrella.

Suddenly, the red mist on the surface of the umbrella penetrated into the magic light, and it actually gradually decomposed the powerful and majestic magic light and fire until it was powerless to fight.

Qingge turned his head sideways, looked at the rouge umbrella with bright eyes, hooked his lips and smiled, bewitching and charming, "It is worthy of a ground-level weapon." ”

It's just that the words fell, and those magical lights and fires that were broken down like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden suddenly intertwined into an ancient net, covering and surrounding the light song.

Qingge opened his bow left and right, retracted the umbrella, and drew an arc around, and on the arc of the sky, there was a murderous red mist.

Holding the Ming King's knife in his left hand, he tentatively slashed towards the magic net.

Like an iron wall, invulnerable, hard as a rock.

The sharp blade of the Ming King Knife cut through the magic net, making a huge sound, as if there were two iron pillars of optimus, colliding violently on the top of the clouds, and the sound was so loud that it was deafening, and it went straight to the sky.

When the sound of weapons clashing, the light song was numb, and he took a small step back.

She froze and looked towards the magic web.

The web woven by the light of magic is like a heavenly artifact, possessing terrifying power.

Seeing that Qingge failed to fight back, he laughed out loud.

In his eyes, it seemed as if a dark ghost fire was burning.

The hoarse and piercing laughter pierced the silence of the night like a sharp blade, and when it came, the dark clouds were dense, obscuring the moon and stars, and the dark blue light appeared, followed by the rumbling thunder.

Heaven and earth trembled.

When the thunder sounded, Wuyu's eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was red and terrible.

He shrunk his neck and subconsciously stepped back, panicking.

He hated the thunder that took his life, and at the same time, he was afraid.

It's a strange and subtle psychology.

The light gauze demon sat on the rock covered in blood, she turned her head sideways, looked at Wuyu, saw Wuyu's frightened and panicked appearance, and laughed out loud, "Elder Wuyu is really going back more and more." ”

The face of the innocent is cloudy, "Light yarn demon, the old man sees that you are the patriarch of the light yarn clan, so he let you go, don't know what to do, toast and don't eat and drink." ”

The light gauze demon smiled coquettishly, "A broken waste of the dantian, dare to say that you will let me go?" It seems that in today's world, there are all kinds of strange things. ”

Wuyu's teeth clucked, and his face was cold.

The light gauze demon laughed very flamboyantly, and the undisguised mockery was so explicit.

I almost stepped on the soles of my feet.

He has been glorious all his life, respected for a lifetime, standing at the highest moral point overlooking all living beings, when has he ever been ridiculed?

The whole body of Wu Yu was flooded with surging killing intent.

With a single look, the remaining two dark mages took out their staffs, chanted incantations, and attacked the Light Veil Demon.

The light gauze demon was still not afraid, and the contempt in his eyes became more and more powerful.