Just as Cheng Qinghe was trying to retreat, the Qiankun bag on her waist fell to the ground with a chirp and blocked in front of her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The approaching man in black paused, pressed his hand on the sword, and hesitated, taking advantage of this moment Cheng Qinghe sat down cross-legged and took out the spirit stone that Fang Rong handed over to her, and the white fluorescence gradually dimmed in her hand, gradually turning into ordinary gravel.

True Qi filled the dantian, and Dream Devouring Aya, who became one with her, began to move the flesh and blood on her shoulder, and with a clink, a bloody silver arrow with the thickness of two fingers fell to the ground, and the wound that was poked out of a hole was closed in both sides, locking the wound, but the terrible scar lay across the thin collarbone, which looked a little shocking.

"Who are you? What is the purpose? Cheng Qinghe stood up, although he had taken out the arrow on his shoulder, the tearing pain still lingered.

The man in black two meters away glanced back when he heard this, and saw that the leader had no instructions, and turned around, they did not cover their faces, but she knew that these strange and resolute faces were unfamiliar and unrelenting, but they really wanted her life.

Seeing that Cheng Qinghe was already able to stand up, a light flashed in his big eyes, and then he turned his head and raised his head to look at the tall Yan Mi, whose big face was obviously very curious about this little thing.

Cheng Qinghe saw it swaying towards the palace, saliva dripping into a small river, wetting the ground under his feet, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Don't touch it." She opened her mouth and wanted to bend down to retrieve it, but she saw that the man in black was approaching in an instant, and the sword in his hand was actually coming towards her heart.

Cheng Qinghe hurriedly swung his sword to block, the two swords collided, and a string of sparks burst out, and the others saw that the person had approached Cheng Qinghe, and hurriedly surrounded him.

The Qiankun bag took small steps, only the Roshan in his eyes, where is there still Cheng Qinghe's figure, fortunately, a few people fought fiercely and did not hurt Yin, of course, for Yinxiao, although these little things are noisy, they can pass the time.

Little by little, the Qiankun bag approached its fleshy hooves, but at the moment when it was about to touch them, the young man retracted the hooves, tilted his head and pressed against the hooves, and looked at it with big eyes motionless and intently, obviously unguarded.

Qiankun Bag muttered a few indistinctly, tried to get closer to it, and after taking a few steps, it suddenly flew up, covering its thighs in an instant.

There was a pause in the atmosphere, followed by a pig-killing cry that almost deafened people's eardrums.

Cheng Qinghe's side was already struggling to deal with the man in black, but he felt that there was a sudden movement behind him, and a wall of flesh was raised layer by layer, shaking the mountains for a while.

The people in black found that things were not good, and planned to solve it quickly, but they were no longer in control at the moment, and the sword qi was flying, and from time to time they laid a few more blood marks on Cheng Qinghe's body, but at the same time, there were also a lot of cuts on the body of the Yan Yan behind him.

It has lived for nearly a thousand years, and few things dare to offend it like this, so without saying a word, he endured the pain in his legs, lowered his head and swept over.

Cheng Qinghe watched the sharp and staggered big horns coming towards her, and the two men in black standing behind her turned around and fled when they saw that something was wrong, but its pair of horns were like the branches and forks of a big tree, mixed with the momentum of thunder, and the yellow sand overflowed, waving over, where was there any possibility of escaping.

The result was obvious, the two were picked up like rag dolls, and when they fell to the ground, their bodies were already staggered, their bodies were twisted, and they died.

Although this group of specially trained servants of the Nan family has experienced a lot of bloody scenes, it is the first time they have seen such a tragic death.

The pained Yan Gong turned around and ran, and the mountains shook for a while, and disappeared from their sight in a blink of an eye, leaving only a large pit with a decent appearance and the fine yellow sand under the pit.

Cheng Qinghe? It's gone.

The black-clad leader glanced at the corpse on the ground, motioned for the remaining three to follow, and followed the footprints on the ground.

The black barbs around him quickly retreated, swinging under him, Cheng Qinghe firmly grasped the horns of the Yan Yu in mid-air, the edges and corners of his waist that were pierced into them were bloody, and the corners of his eyes were dry.

The cold wind came with the yellow sand pavement, but a blue lake in the distance was getting closer and closer to her, moo, and the palace shouted all the way and plunged into the lake, and the lake suddenly rose to the sky.

But obviously this could not get rid of the pain on its body, the small Qiankun bag was like a nail biting its flesh and did not let go, and the scene of the ant shaking the tree was vividly staged in this lake.

Cheng Qinghe, who fell into the lake, let go of his hand, and gradually drifted away from the warm lake water, although it didn't look obvious on the surface, but what she didn't expect was that the lake was much deeper than she expected.

I don't know where the lake water is so warm, but when the scene in front of her is gradually filled with her own blood, she realizes that where is the lake hot, but her body temperature is too low, she has lost too much blood, and her internal injuries are not stopped, and the true qi in the dantian is not enough to support Dream Devouring Aya to repair her whole body.

After an unknown time, the momentum of her fall fell, and a small silkworm-like creature grabbed her by the back collar and dragged her out of the water with a short swim.

Her cheeks were grinding with gravel, and Cheng Qinghe, who was pulled ashore one by one, was a little dizzy in front of her eyes, and then her face was occupied by the head like a white steamed bun in a Qiankun bag, and it rubbed her nose and face with its mouth, and when she saw that she was sober, she grunted and swung her tail and rushed into the lake again.

The wind and waves on the lake were calm, as if the fierce scene was just a dream of Nan Ke, she raised her head and half-supported her body, the long-lost yellow and white sun shone on her face, and the beach below reflected the dazzling white light, but it was surprisingly cool.

Qiankun bag eats meat, as a tool spirit, it imitates the ancient artifact Qiankun bag that has long been missing, but now it has no grade.

The surface of the lake fluctuated, diverging from the middle, and a behemoth broke through the water surface and was slowly dragged to the shore, Cheng Qinghe stared blankly at the Qiankun bag that was biting the big hooves at the front, she swore that this was the most inspirational foodie she had ever seen.

Then there was a snap, and the big hooves of flesh were thrown in front of Cheng Qinghe, she looked at the mountain of meat in front of her, and her heart was a little frightened, could it be that this is it, already dead?

Qiankun Bag grunted, squatted on the beach and gnawed down, and the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant.

The law of the jungle is what the world should be. (To be continued.) )