She was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, with a sharp aura, Huo Ran cut it down, without any nostalgia, her body fell down quickly, the wind whistled, blowing across her cheeks, and the light purple veil covered her face also seemed to hide her joy, anger and sorrow, so that no one could know

Finally, the end was approaching, and everyone in the Holy Demon Hall raised their heads and shouted, kill her, kill her, hundreds of people surrounded her with swords, and many people estimated the place where the woman fell, raised their long swords and big swords, just waiting for the moment when the young woman fell.

The white-clothed Ruoxue is her symbol, the young woman's beautiful figure, on the top of everyone's heads, the sword is juxtaposed, turning into a violent wind and clouds, the body has not fallen, the grass and trees within the radius of ten zhang fell outward, and they couldn't stand upright for a long time, the people in the Holy Demon Hall cried out for a long time, the woman's figure was in her eyes, turning into a cirrus cloud, whistling and falling rapidly, the face of the person in the wind was painful, and the eyes could see nothing except a white shadow, and there was a loud bang, and the cirrus clouds fell into the crowd of swords, where Zhao Qingqing fell, Smoke billowing, wailing and screaming, the sound of swords being crushed are endless, and the people who are scared in their hearts, the people who have not been involved in the Holy Demon Hall dare not go into the middle anymore, the demon beasts raised their heads and roared, but they looked fearless, the wolf's head was as big as a bear, standing upright, on a body full of fluff, wearing thick black armor, holding a giant axe, striding forward.

Hundreds of disciples of the Holy Demon Hall, surrounded by the middle of the cirrus clouds, secretly swallowed their saliva, their eyes stared at the cirrus clouds and slowly subsided, and finally disappeared, slowly revealing a peerless female figure standing among the dead people on the ground, her cheeks were tied with light purple tulle, faintly covering the white cheeks, revealing a mysterious beauty, a white dress fluttering, gently swaying with the wind, a pair of green onion white jade hands behind the back, at this time the sun is shining, the earth is bright, and her clothes are as white as snow, everyone is stunned, Her eyes were cold, and it seemed that it was Zhao Qingqing.

Han Li had already led people to rush halfway up the mountain, and witnessed Zhao Qingqing's divine might, and couldn't help but want to take advantage of this to lead people to rush down the mountain, the three of them converged together, thinking of this, he knew that Zhao Qingqing was like a god in the Yin Yang Valley, believing in the gods, thinking about it, not thinking too much, he raised his breath and shouted, "Miss is mighty, the thieves of the Holy Demon Hall who killed do not dare to move forward, at this moment of crisis, all the disciples of the Yin Yang Valley should go forward, never retreat, and rush together"!

For a while, the shape was reversed in an instant, the rampant disciples of the Holy Demon Hall, who had to resist to the death and fight to the death, fought hard to kill the people who came down, the Night King stepped on the middle of the dead corpses, held his palms and laughed, and the sound spread for several miles, and in the blink of an eye, the Holy Demon Hall, more than a thousand disciples at the foot of the Ten Thousand Gu Gate Mountain, were stirred up by the Night King and Zhao Qingqing, and Han Li took the people from the Yin Yang Valley, the people who attacked the Holy Demon Hall first, the people from the Ten Thousand Gu Gate and the Immortal Sect, and the people of the Ling Xiao Pavilion were killed together, and they couldn't stop retreating, obviously they couldn't stop it.

The monsters with wolf heads and beast bodies were attracted to Zhao Qingqing's side, and more than a dozen big axes slashed at Zhao Qingqing, and the ordinary disciples of the Holy Demon Hall couldn't help much, so they could only wave their swords around the periphery, and the stinky girl in their mouths scolded the stinky girl.

She can't remember how many days she hasn't closed her eyes properly, exhaustion swept through her body, as if she wanted to knock her down mercilessly, the big axe was swung in front of her eyes, her heart thoughts, all kinds of past events came rushing in one after another, she couldn't help but think that if she died, how many people would remember that there was Zhao Qingqing in this world.

She was thinking about it in this way, her eyes were also in a trance, she didn't pay attention, a strand of fine hair on her neck was cut off, and a line of blood slowly flowed from the skin of the earlobe, red and white, blood and white smooth skin reflected each other, it was actually a thrilling beauty, many people were stunned, she herself was stunned, her body rotated and took a few steps back, her thin eyebrows were wrinkled, she tilted her head and stretched out her hand to wipe her neck, a touch of bright red stained on the pink fingers, the demon beasts hammered their chests and shouted, and the people of the Holy Demon Hall saw a line of blood flowing from Zhao Qingqing's neck, They all looked at the woman and were stunned, and when they reacted, there was a burst of ecstasy, their heads were hot, and hundreds of people rushed again with swords and swords.

Looking at the people rushing in, she smiled contemptuously, her eyes were really cold, she stretched out her hand, her delicate jade fingers glowed with a faint purple light, and she wiped off the blood on her neck casually, and her purple fingers pressed the wound under the bleeding earlobe, and the purple light softly covered the inconspicuous wound, and at that moment, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, hundreds of people from the Holy Demon Hall rushed up, their swords flashed with cold light, and they all slashed together, and at that moment, it seemed that the sun and the moon had lost color, and a purple light was dazzling in the new sun that rose from the crowd.

Han Li shouted, Sister Qing, one person took the lead to lead the people of Yin Yang Valley to break through the defense line of the Holy Demon Hall and capture the more than 1,000 Holy Demon Hall on the mountain, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect were all killed and wounded, and they were already powerless to resist, leaving only more than a thousand Holy Demon Hall, Ten Thousand Gu Sect disciples, and dozens of wolf demons under the mountain, who were desperately besieging Zhao Qingqing and the Night King.

The Night King's body was like a god and demon, standing in the middle of a place of dead corpses, holding his palms and smiling, his feet were full of dead people, but he was still smiling, smiling and walking towards the disciples of the Holy Demon Hall of the Brigade.

The purple light steamed up, shining on the hundreds of disciples of the Holy Demon Hall, screaming all over the field, people fell one after another, and when Han Li arrived, the purple light slowly dissipated, revealing a beautiful figure, the slender jade hand held a huge wolf head that could not stop dripping blood, and his eyes were cold, which made people suddenly afraid in their hearts.

In the Holy Demon Hall, the people of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect began to retreat, and hundreds of people in the Yin Yang Valley were all dressed in blood, holding long swords around Zhao Qingqing, cheering loudly, but this icy young woman always looked at the clouds from time to time, as if she was a little worried.

Han Li picked up his long sword, stepped forward and whispered, Sister Qing, you have suffered.

Zhao Qingqing smiled and shook her head, Qingqing is not the only one who suffers, so there is no need to think about it.

Because her beautiful face was covered with a light purple veil, no one dared to stare at her expression seriously.

Han Li smiled on his face, his handsome face appeared a little tired, and suddenly said in a low voice, Sister Qing, are you in your hands?

Zhao Qingqing frowned, lifted the wolf's head and saw that this demon beast was about to die, and it was also grinning, staring at herself with a pair of big eyes, a burst of disgust flashed in her heart, and she threw it to the ground casually.

Han Li was about to say something, but he saw the Night King walking to his side with a large group of people from the Immortal Sect, and said with a smile full of energy, "The eldest niece is really good at cultivating, the Yin and Yang Nine Meridians of the Yin and Yang Valley, I'm afraid the eldest niece has already practiced to the seventh layer, hehe, so fast, when Lord Yuejun was a genius and glamorous, he was known as a peerless talent who only came out in five hundred years, and when he was only twenty years old, he broke through the seventh layer of the Yin and Yang Nine Classics and was rumored to be a myth, who doesn't know about the Seven Families?" And today, I see that my eldest niece is only eighteen years old, and she is two years older than Lingshi, so I would like to congratulate Guigu on his successors, and there are many talents. ”

Zhao Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, didn't answer, looked up at the clouds carefully, where there seemed to be a mystery, she always looked at the clouds in the sky, and others naturally looked up at the clouds by reflex, some people have good patience and can look at the clouds for a while, some people are quick to lose their temper, they are too dazzling, and they don't look at it after a few glances, and the Night King belongs to the former, Shuangmu is as clear as water looking at the sky and clouds, the sun is shining, he is not too dazzling, he looks at it for a while without blinking, and at the end, he slowly lowered his head, held his palm and smiled, Dugu Taizhen, this old ghost, loves to make some demons and monsters, this is good, this old ghost directly got the demons and monsters to the sky, if it weren't for the big niece and your sharp eyes, we would still stay on the top of the mountain, but we would suffer a big loss.

Zhao Qingqing is a junior in front of the Night King, although it is not a sect, but the Night King has repeatedly praised her, she is not too cold, so she has to bend down and salute, Sect Master, you really killed the little girl, the little girl was just basking in the sun, by chance, she occasionally looked up and saw more than a dozen wild birds hidden in the clouds in the sky, speaking of which, there is really nothing to show off.

The Night King turned his head and saw that all the people in Lingxiao Pavilion had arrived here, and he was the most senior here, at this time he put away his smile and said loudly, There are more than a dozen wild birds above our heads, hidden in the clouds, as soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of the three families talked about something one after another, but after all, they came from a famous family, and the crowd quieted down in just a moment, the Night King stood in place, looked around and saw that the crowd was completely silent, and then said, but everyone don't have to be afraid, when we are at the top of the mountain, there is nothing to cover, I'm really afraid of the wild birds, but now everyone is at the foot of the mountain, and there are woods and bends everywhere that can be blocked, so they are definitely not afraid of the wild birds.

The night king is high and powerful, and his martial arts can be called one of the heroes in the world.