The clouds are like a song, the wind is traceless, I don't know when it snowed, but I can't stop the enthusiasm of everyone on the martial arts training ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Rubbish!

The waste that had been trampled on by everyone was now laughing and trying to see the world, and she stood still in the wind and clouds, and the mountains and rivers were nothing more than that.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor.

"Yummy!"

Ye Jingjing didn't know why everyone's emotions were mixed, but when she saw the light song blooming and dodging Ye Rou's attack in a thrilling way, she danced happily.

Xiao Rufeng sat on the chair, picked up the teacup unhurriedly, and took a sip, "Mo Xie, look, that's our girl." ”

Mo Xie took a sip of wine and laughed, "Waste? All fucking shit, our girl is so good! ”

Ye Jingjing smirked, happily, and clapped her palms vigorously.

Beiyue Ming sat in the seat, there were crowds of people in all directions, his pupils darkened and he looked at the girl who danced the Ming King Sword with ease on the stone platform, and the hand on his thigh couldn't help but clench his sleeves.

How can it be......

On the one hand, she was excited, excited that this woman who once belonged to him was not a waste, but she was panicking, did she want to indulge him or did she really have no him in her eyes?

The wind and clouds are rising, the shadow is clear, and the wine is in the southeast.

The light singer held the Mingwang knife and confronted Yerou, Yerou stared at her, her eyes bloodshot, incredulous, "Didn't you say waste...... How can waste have an aura! ”

Or the innate triple aura.

Not only that, but the aura released between heaven and earth was as sharp as a knife, and it was extremely pure.

"Isn't it surprised?" Qingge laughed lightly.

"What if it's not waste?" Yerou's face was hideous, and she suddenly laughed wryly, "Whatever you want to say, keep it in the coffin." ”

The sound fell, the jade finger was cold, Ye Rou carried the poor sword, and once again made a death move, eager to dismantle the light song into eight pieces.

Qingge stood on the edge of the stone platform, the cold wind in the winter hit, the cold was biting, she lowered her eyes, the blue light was thick, looking at the night soft with a distorted face like a ghost, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Most of the hatred in this world comes inexplicably, she and Yerou have only known each other for three days, and even after getting the list given to her by the Colosseum, she only knew this person, but Yerou wanted to kill her, and kill her with fire and oil, and die without a burial.

Did she do anything excessive?

No.

It's just that in the martial arts training ground that day, she didn't be a waste as they wanted, and she was beaten and scolded, but she was just closer to Mo Xie.

She looked at the poor sword that came towards her eyebrows, the sword flowers flickered and filled her eyes, and the chill was thick.

If only one of the two could live, then she hoped it would be her.

Qingge raised the sword of the king of Ming against the stone platform suddenly, swung it horizontally, and collided with the poor sword that rushed in the face, the sound of the collision of weapons was deafening, Yerou only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the poor sword was detached from his hand and burst into the air.

A panic flashed in Ye Rou's heart, and she wanted to pick up the falling Poor Sword, but the bright red Blood Demon Blade broke through the void and burst out, and the Poor Sword was actually cut into several pieces under the Blood Demon Blade, and fell to the ground desolately.

Yerou stared at the stump of the poor sword on the ground, her eyes were red and terrifying, that sword, which was given to her by her father when she was young, was a high-grade weapon, and now it is unrecognizable.

Bang!

The sound of the weapon landing -

Qingge threw out the Ming Wang knife, strode in front of Ye Rou, her right hand clenched into a fist, her fist was shining, she instilled the incomparably pure aura on her fist, and the next moment, I saw her hit Ye Rou's face hard.

The bridge of her nose was directly shattered, and Yerou's body flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

Qingge stepped forward, Ye Rou was a little panicked, she hurriedly released all the aura in the dantian, and condensed into a protective cover in front of her, Qingge hooked her lips and sneered, and stepped on it between lightning and thunder, and with a crisp sound, the protective cover was easily trampled.

"Don't you want to die? I will fulfill you. ”

Qingge condescendingly stared at Yerou, behind her was the green sun, blocking half of the country, she suddenly stretched out her hand and clasped Yerou's neck to lift Yerou up, turned around and walked towards the edge of the stone platform, she glanced at the weapon platform not far away, all eighteen kinds of cold weapons were inserted in an orderly manner, the blade was upward, and it was extremely sharp.

Ye Rou's face was flushed, her neck was grabbed and she couldn't breathe, and the breath of death spread in her heart, she only felt that everything she had learned in the past was useless now, she thought that when she came to her own family, she must have infinite scenery in the clan competition, attracting the attention of that man, and even the moment before she went to the stone platform, she was thinking about how to make a move, so that Ye Qingge died quickly and painfully, so that she would suffer less punishment.

But in reality, she is a fish and a knife.

The aura in the dantian is all depleted, and it is also the level of the innate triple, she is even at the peak of the later stage, but she can't struggle in the night light singer, like a dead fish, drifting with the tide.

She looked at Mo Xie with difficulty, Mo Xie drank a little wine, his face was full of spring, and there seemed to be only the ruthless and cold girl in an ink shirt in his eyes.

He turned a blind eye to her peril and despair.

"Night light song, clan comparison is just a competition, stop at the point, you must not break the rules." Qin Lan came back to her senses from the shock, as if she knew Qingge's intentions, slapped the table and said angrily.

On the side, Ye Qingtian's voice was full of anger, "Qin Lan, do you think I don't know about the famous halls you made in the lottery?" Or do you think my old man with half his foot in the coffin is easy to fool? ”

Qin Lan was stunned, swallowed her saliva, and blurted out in a panic, she actually forgot that this huge night family was still there.

"Mrs. Qin." Shangguan Lin remained motionless, his face unchanged, "Do you think we will believe that it is a coincidence that Yerou and Third Miss are fighting in the same battle?" Is it a coincidence that Yerou is murderous to the third lady? If you still want to be the lady of the night, don't play some shady tricks. ”

Shangguan Lin rarely gets angry, and once he does, no one dares to speak.

Whether it's Ye Qingtian, Shangguan Lin or Chen Zhi, they are all people who have lived for more than half a hundred, what conspiracies and tricks have you never seen?

Many things, it's not that I don't know, but I just turn a blind eye.

Mo Qiong sat upright, her hands around her chest, she opened her eyes and looked at Qin Lan, Qin Lan's face was pale, Mo Qiong sneered, and sneered: "Waste, I am embarrassed to say that I am from my Qin family." ”

Qin Lan had a dark face, humiliated but did not dare to speak.

Whether it is Ye Qingtian or Mo Qiong, they are all people she can't afford to offend.

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