He flew down like this, and he faced her with a cold sword from such a position. The speed of one person and one ghost was extremely fast, and Su Wangge struggled to resist with his sword, and retreated dozens of steps one after another.

"Bell"

"Bell"

"Bell"

......

Su Wangge used his spiritual power to strike at the red-clothed world, and the red-clothed world resisted with ghost power, and the two forces of equal strength collided, and Yang Qi's qi wave instantly pushed the two people far away.

Extremely overdrawn, she was violently shocked into the corpse group, and after being trampled on dozens of feet, she relied on the spiritual power that Shen Qinghan gave her yesterday before she struggled to stand up and quickly killed the dozens of walking corpses around her. Suddenly, five or six ghost red chasseurs surrounded her, escorting her out of the corpse.

Qingge landed on the ground, she barely stood firm, but her body had been trembling faintly, she was dressed in white and could no longer see her original appearance, and the blood-stained white clothes were as if she had just been fished out of the pool of blood.

Apparently the limit has been reached.

"Is it okay?" the red coat walked slowly towards her, looking at her like a clown.

Su Wangge hooked his lips and smiled coldly, and his somewhat scattered eyes instantly condensed the knife when he looked at the red-clothed world: "Naturally", after speaking, he raised his sword and rushed over.

The two swords intertwined again, the sword light flew horizontally, and the fast knife confused people's eyes.

When Shen Qinghan saw the taboo appearing across a few mountains, his heart was half cold, "Don't ...... Don't do this...... Bang Bang ...... Please...... Please don't go...... You wait for me......"

"Bang"

Su Elegy slammed to the ground again, sliding some distance on the rough ground. The red-clothed mask was knocked down, revealing a wrinkled, gloomy grimace.

The red-clothed Su Elegy, who was looking down at Su Elegy, who was covered in blood, did not have a mask on his face, and smiled coldly: "Hahahaha...... You wait to die."

With the sword as support, Su Elegy struggled to stand up again, his eyes festering, the pain in his body brewed unbearable tears in his eyes, and the blood on his face slowly flowed. The body trembled uncontrollably, and although the voice was small, it was still full of confidence, "You are dreaming".

Step by step, she moved to the red-clothed world, and the red-clothed world looked at her, contemptuous, and stood motionless to see what else she could do.

When he was a step away from the world in red clothes, Su Wangge stopped, raised a face stained with blood and mud, raised his left hand and slowly put it on his shoulder, and smiled slightly: "Hmm...... Have you ever heard of the Yuan Infant exploding body?"

The pupils of the red-clothed world contracted violently, and the next moment the tongue of fire had engulfed him. With Su Elegy as the center, the violent vibration was accompanied by the rapid spread of white flames, greedily engulfing everything, and dust was raised for miles outside the taboo.

Because of the restriction of the taboo, the powerful power caused by the explosion of the Yuan Infant had nowhere to go, and the scorching white fire rose along the taboo until it filled the taboo, reflecting the talisman floating on the taboo, which was beautiful and public.

"Whew......"

"Ahh......h

“... Uh-huh..."

Surrounded by tongues of fire and swallowing, all the ghosts wailed in unison, and the desolate and cold voices came and went, terrifying and terrifying.

"Poof" Shen Qinghan on the fairy sword spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, "Su Elegy" A sad cry shook the sky, and an unstable fell from the fairy sword at a height of thousands of miles.

The spiritual power that Su Elegy used to explode his body was his, and even if it was lent out, it was still his. Yesterday, he extradited most of his spiritual power to her, and now that Su Elegy exploded, he was the first to suffer serious damage.

Seeing this scene, his heartbeat stopped, and the speed of the sword increased, barely catching Shen Qinghan before he landed.

"Senior brother, senior brother, what's wrong with you?" asked Buyan anxiously.

Shen Qinghan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, a few lines of tears blurred his eyes, pushed away, and stumbled forward.

Bujan hurriedly caught up with him and held his wobbly body, "Senior Brother"

Shen Qinghan's current state is like someone has taken out his heart, and his spiritual power is empty and ethereal, "...... Can you take me there?"

Knowing what he meant by "past", Bujan said, "Okay...... Is something going on there?"

Hearing this, Shen Qinghan's eyes suddenly darkened, "She...... There it is."

Unstained's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked in that direction in disbelief: Could it be that Su Wangge and the red-clothed world came here after they disappeared? Why is this happening? Just now he saw someone activate the taboo, and then he heard the sound of explosion...... Could it be...... Su Elegy's body exploded and the red clothes fell to the end of the world......

When Bu Zhan and Shen Qinghan came there, the taboo had disappeared, and the white fire had dissipated, leaving only a scorching temperature.

There was a mess in front of him, Shen Qinghan knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands and cried in a low voice, standing aside unstained and dejected.

Who has not noticed that a blue blister came out of Shen Qinghan's forehead, wrapped in a large peng with wings spread and a kun.

The blister flew higher and higher, and a small crack appeared, the crack became bigger and bigger, the blister burst, and the Dapeng and Kun inside immediately dissipated into many fragments, which were scattered one after another.

Shen Qinghan opened his eyes violently, there was dark red rolling in them, angry, picked up the life-seeking sword, he quickly walked in the opposite direction, and after a few steps, the sword flew away.

Buyan didn't come back to his senses for a while because of Su Elegy's matter, and when he was about to react, where could he still see Shen Qinghan's figure, only the disciple of the Xianmen who was belated.

"Master ......"

"Uncle Shi......"

The disciples shouted.

Bujan rubbed his brows and glanced at them, "Go back, go back, the ghost king is dead" After speaking, Edgeworth hurried to find Shen Qinghan, leaving the disciples to look at each other blankly.

——————

In a ghost market where ghosts are still scarce.

Shen Qinghan, who had a strong face, stared at everything gloomily, the blood in his eyes was scattered, and his white clothes were fluttering, which perfectly combined the temperament of ferocity and fairy wind bones.

This was the precursor to the onset of Shen Qinghan's madness.

Raising his hand and waving a powerful spiritual power, a violent wind blew up, cleaning up the purple flowers that had fallen on the bridge for an unknown number of years, and swept out a small bluestone bridge that had not seen the light of day for many years, and the lanterns on both sides of the river were ruthlessly scraped off.

The sudden change frightened the ghosts and quickly appeared, talking about it and looking at the person in front of them for some reason.

There was a ghost who boldly stepped forward and took a few steps, Shen Qinghan threw the eye knife that was devoured alive by a foot man, and at the same time shook the real knife, and the whole life-seeking sword sank into the ghost's body, and it disappeared in an instant.

The ghosts on the side no longer watched the show, but attacked it in groups, surrounding Shen Qinghan into a ball, and they all used their housekeeping skills, wanting to take down the person in front of them in one fell swoop.

Shen Qinghan raised his sword and quickly slashed at these ghosts, and the swordsmanship was unstoppable, and a wave of ghosts fell into a wave of ghosts.

His heart was full of pain, and the only place he could find to avenge Su Elegy seemed to be the only place......

Half an hour later, the ghosts in the ghost market either fled or disappeared, and he was the only one in the huge ghost market who could move. His eyes flashed, and he couldn't hide the loneliness and pain in his eyes.

Raising his sword and taking some blood from his heart, he drew a rune, which instantly ignited a red flame, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the fire quickly spread to the entire ghost market, and the fire brightly illuminated the despair and misery on his face.

With trembling fingers, he picked up the sword of love, lowered it to his neck, and slowly closed his eyes.

The "Machidang" life-seeking sword flew far away, smashing on the ground with a crisp and heavy sound.

"Senior brother...... What are you doing?" Buyan kicked off the sword in Shen Qinghan's hand and hugged him tightly with his hand, for fear that he wouldn't be able to think of doing something dangerous.

Shen Qinghan struggled hard, didn't break away, and yelled even more angrily: "You let go of me...... Let me die...... Let me die...... I really can't live anymore...... My pull is gone...... What am I still alive to do......"

Buyan couldn't help crying: "The grass and trees have no intention, and the glory and withering are sometimes, and when something like this happens to the junior sister, we are all very sad...... If the junior sister is still alive, she definitely doesn't want to see the senior brother like this...... Brother...... Let's go back, brother."

"I'm not going back...... I don't want to go anywhere...... Bang Bang ...... You're lying to me again...... Didn't you say you would wait for me in Yunqing...... Didn't you say...... Will we get married after this time...... You know how to lie to me......" Shen Qinghan muttered blankly.

"Bang"

Buyan slashed Shen Qinghan's neck with his hand, stunting him, picked him up and slowly left the ghost market, leaving the fire and the six bitter places behind him.

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