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When they saw the five Second Sword Spirit Masters kneeling down to Qingge, the blood was rolling, and the desert north was desolate.

Qingge stepped forward and carefully helped Elder Yu up with Xiao Rufeng, "Elder Yu is tormenting me. ”

She smiled and looked at Li Canglang and the other five generals, although her face was full of unbearable blood, she was so graceful, but she was a woman who did not let her eyebrows go.

She arched her hands and said, "Admiral Li Canglang, Admiral Xu Yan, Admiral Liu Hu, Admiral Bai Honghai, Admiral Yang Zhi, hard work." ”

Reading the names of the five generals one by one is respectful.

Li Canglang and the others stood up.

Qingge pursed his lips, he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and the strength of the five generals had already made a qualitative leap.

From the spirit master to the second sword spirit master, I am afraid that during this unknown time, they have suffered a lot, from the south to the extreme north, they are burdened with grievances and glory.

The moment the slaughter army appeared, Qingge's heart completely landed, she didn't want an old man in Ye Qingtian to get involved in this right and wrong.

Although An Suyou is her master, it is contrary to her original intention, but I am afraid that from now on, she will never willingly call the word master.

And the shadow of the shadow and the shadow of the flower are too mysterious, and they are absolutely implicated in the underworld, even if there is no hostility, she will not easily believe it.

The mountains will fall, the water will flow, and the only thing she can rely on is herself.

And the Slaughter Army is herself to her.

Even if the four empires fell, she would not doubt the innocence of the slaughtering army.

If it weren't for the loyalty of a hero, who would have tried the courage of a deceased general for so many years, and swore to die with the general's daughter?

Qingge's eyes looked coldly at the Queen of the Far North, today, she wants this Far North, and the world has been turned upside down.

Xia Shu died in her hands, and she also let the proud Queen of the Far North capsize in the gutter, and the Queen of the Far North will not let her go.

In that case, why not kill them and then hurry up?

It's good that the Queen of the Far North is a second-sword spirit master, but there are five second-sword spirit masters around her!

Qingge led the five generals and approached the Queen of the Far North, and the other villains and minions were pinned down by the slaughtering army.

The Queen of the Far North was lonely, she looked at the light song approaching step by step and the majestic five spirit masters, and her proud confidence seemed to disappear in an instant.

The Queen of the Far North panicked—

And this is also a powerful strength suppression, and the Queen of the Far North doesn't even have a chance to turn over.

Even if An Suyou, the Four Swords Spirit Master, appeared, the Queen of the Extreme North would not be afraid.

After all, she is the king of the Far North, and An Suyou is the dean of Garan, and there is at least a chance for the two to negotiate a compromise between them.

But the slaughter army and the five spirit masters are completely different, they are completely people who sing light songs in the night, like the night falling into the city, and they are desperate followers of light songs.

Qingge wants her to die, how long can she live?

The Queen of the Far North kept retreating, and the light song was approaching.

"Night light song, killing people is not enough, Xia Shu has been killed by you, you don't want to do too much, you will be criticized by the world." The Queen of the Far North said in a trembling voice.

Qingge stood still, and she sneered and looked at the Queen of the Far North.

Did she do it absolutely?

Compared to the means of the Queen of the Far North, what is her ability to sing at night?

"People of the world?" Qingge sneered, "People in the world have long regarded me as a snake and scorpion pest, why should I care what they think?" ”

"Admiral Li, Admiral Bai, go, abolish her dantian." The light song said ruthlessly.

Lin Chong's suffering, the torture and pain suffered by Nightfall City, she will get it back one by one.

Li Canglang and Bai Honghai hugged their fists, and immediately flew over, under the attack of the two second sword spirit masters, the Queen of the Far North didn't even have the freedom to breathe, and was shackled by the two in an instant.

Li Canglang drew his sword and stabbed it at the abdomen of the Queen of the Extreme North.

Runs through the woman's body.

Bang!

The dantian shattered like fragile porcelain.

The Queen of the Far North had blood between her lips and teeth, but when she saw her body arch in pain, she spit out bright red blood when she raised her head.

Qingge walked up with the Ming Wang knife, and the blood hole on the right side of the white-haired woman's atrium was extremely obvious, it was the wound that the Queen of the Far North blocked for the Nightfall City when she made a move, shocking, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Qingge stabbed the Queen of the Far North in exactly the same position, and then pulled the knife out, the bleeding tip of the knife against the woman's eyebrows.

History, always amazing acquaintances.

These tortures had only been done to Qingge by the Queen of the Far North before.

And life is always changing dramatically, one second is still in the world, and the next moment it becomes a turtle in an urn.

The joy is mixed.

The Queen of the Far North stared at her bloodshot eyes, red and terrifying, and looked at Qingge angrily, "Night Qingge, between us, we will never just forget it." ”

She worked hard and desperately to cultivate to become the king of the Far North by the Second Sword Spirit Master, but Ye Qingge was a knife that ruined her life.

Qingge looked at the Queen of the Far North coldly, her figure was cold and ruthless.

She has always been a ruthless person, and even if the ending is not a good death, she does not intend to stop there.

Whoever breaks one of her arms, she will surely kill her enemy.

She is like this, narrow-minded, retribution, an out-and-out villain, and a sand in the eyes of people all over the world.

The grass is green and yellow, and the desert north is thin and cool.

The sunset, the sunset, the sky burns the clouds.

The bloodthirsty song tortures the Queen of the Far North.

He had never come down from the Blue-Eyed Flame Beast, and shook his head in disappointment and disdain with a condescending gaze at the murderous light song.

Also, Jialan Academy, which advocates being the first four-star student, has produced such a murderous scum, how can the respected elder not be saddened?

An Suyou frowned, his mind was unspeakable, and he didn't know what the old man was thinking.

It's the night blue, looking at such a crazy light song, full of distress.

Night Allure bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes fixed on Qingge through the crowd, her eyes were sour, and her hands trembled slightly.

Beihuang wanted to hold her, but the skeletal hand was frozen in the sky, and after a while, it hung down again.

The shadow suddenly coughed violently, and the flower shadow looked at the shadow worriedly.

Standing without a trace in the night, his heart seemed to be pinched.

When Qingge rehearsed the torture suffered by her, Allure and others on the Queen of the Far North, Qingge had a killing intent, holding the sword of King Ming, and was about to penetrate the heart of the Queen of the Far North.

Right now!!

The wind and clouds are unpredictable, and after all the silence is followed by lightning and thunder, and the smell of blood seems to be even stronger.

Qingge's Mingwang knife, which was about to kill, seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt, and the meaning of the electric shock flowed through the limbs, and the internal organs trembled, and Qingge's footsteps staggered back, and a trace of blood spread out from the corner of his mouth.

Familiar smells, permeating.

More than a dozen cloaks and black clothes fell from the sky, mighty, devouring the sky and fertile sun, the breath of murder, the smell of blood, and the light song of the night!

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