Ge Sheng stood in the void with nothing to rely on, he shouldn't have been standing there, but since there was that girl standing beside him.

Then everything that should not be unreasonable will be erased.

At a glance, he saw the lotus flower in the green flames, and saw Xiao Jiu standing quietly on the side of the white horse, and felt a little relieved, and thanked the girl at the same time, and wanted her to put herself down.

During the day, when the girl asked Ge Sheng to wait for someone, Ge Sheng readily agreed, waiting for someone is not a pleasant thing, but it is different for two people to wait together.

So when it was dusk, the girl didn't speak, so Ge Sheng had to wait here.

Then it was dark, and the crescent moon rose.

After the crescent moon rose, a large golden cross appeared in the distance.

It was only then that the girl stopped humming and turned her head sideways to Ge Sheng and said that she could go, Ge Sheng had just realized that he had been sitting with her here for a whole afternoon and half a night.

Ge Sheng stood up and was about to take a step, but the girl quietly held his right hand.

The girl's hand was cold and delicate, with a little hard texture, Ge Sheng was a little embarrassed, but the girl had no expression, and said lightly: "Then follow me." ”

Then Ge Sheng found himself flying out of thin air.

They flew in this late autumn wilderness full of cornflowers, with the undulating stars and moonlight in the distance, and Ge Sheng never thought that he would fly this day, but when the girl gently held his hand, he felt that he had lost all his weight.

Then they came to the Golden Cross.

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When the girl stood in the sky, countless people looked up and saw the girl's bandaged right arm, and then remembered the legend of a certain untouchable, and then trembled.

In the face of the Blazing Legion's charge, they were able to organize an orderly defense, and they were not afraid of the invincible prestige of the opponent, and prepared for battle while ensuring a retreat.

But in front of this badly wounded, lonely girl, they seemed to begin to retreat timidly.

For the girl quietly held out a finger to them.

There was endless darkness beneath her feet, and in the darkness there were countless enemies, but at this moment, like a viscous darkness boiled by flames, those black shadows disturbed, frightened, and kept retreating, but no one dared to launch any attack on her.

Ge Sheng was intimidated by her momentum at this time, and he didn't dare to continue to say anything about letting him go.

Her gaze was as cold as the light from the sky on the harshest winter day, with an unmistakable sense of judgment.

Then she silently held out a second finger.

Qingyan Hou withdrew from the realm, looked at the girl in the sky with a candle, and said in a deep voice: "Those who retreat in vain will die." ”

This voice came out with an inexplicable majesty, and it was transmitted to every corner of the land in an instant, and the black shadow finally calmed down under the encouragement of this voice, but they all looked closely at their feet, and none of them dared to look up, as if as long as their eyes touched the girl standing in the air, they touched death.

The girl finally popped out her third finger.

Then she walked down the invisible staircase from the void step by step.

Her expression was still the same as when she was soaking her feet by the lake, with a certain sense of concentration, her pure golden pupils were as if they were frozen, with the aura of absolute king's landing, and she walked down and drew them out casually, as if she were holding an invisible piece of paper and cutting through the void like a child.

Her right arm was injured, so she had to use her left hand, but she didn't seem to be hampered.

Because her movements are extremely simple.

And Ge Sheng saw in the sky the most terrible sight he had ever seen in his life.

With the girl's gestures, he saw that the darkness under his feet was being printed with silver frost marks, just like the ice crystals that gradually formed on the crystal window lattices in winter, and those frost marks crisscrossed like an artificially drawn Senluo chessboard, and when the frost marks began to spread, the darkness disintegrated like a castle of sand sculptures, and countless sand particles with shimmering light rolled down to the ground.

And in Xiao Jiu's eyes, all this is more real and terrifying.

She only saw the simple cutting movements of the girls who walked down, and white lines kept appearing in the crowd of people who were ambushed around her.

Some of the white lines appear on the arms, some on the chest, some on the neck, and some on the ankles.

The white lines were so straight that it was as if someone had drawn them with a ruler.

The white lines are so thin that they are barely noticeable to the naked eye.

Xiao Jiu didn't see the white lines clearly, but she saw that everything the white lines touched began to smoothly separate along the lines, and the slices were like mirror-like ice.

So the arm fell smoothly, so the chest was cut smoothly, so the neck was cut off at the root, and the ankle was cut silently. There was no blood, as all the wounds had congealed into ice.

The ice then begins to crush into tiny grains of sand.

It was ice chips, an unstoppable white plague that spread among the people, and countless people were broken and withered into detritus of ice and snow.

What a graceful way to die, without a drop of blood, without a bone, countless white ghosts descended like birds to harvest the souls of the dead.

Xiao Jiu couldn't help covering his mouth.

She knew what the darkness was, and she finally understood what the girl in front of her had done.

Her gaze was so focused, there was not a hint of blood, it was as clean as glass, but under her hands, the white lines came out horizontally, and everything she touched began to be cut, then frozen, and then shattered into grains of sand.

What kind of cultivation and realm is this, Xiao Jiu can't imagine it.

She didn't use magic or fighting energy, she just drew lines in the void like a child, and those lines could bring endless death.

Is this what a weapon is called?

Even though Xiao Jiu vaguely understood that this person was here to save herself, looking at her actions, she still felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

This method of killing is like using the fastest sharpened sickle to harvest the most tender grass in spring.

"Why don't you let them escape?" In the fourth spring of Qingli, he said to Qingyan Hou, even if he was so amazing, but at this moment, the black clothes on his body were almost burned by Qingyan, revealing the golden soft armor hidden under the black clothes: "Weapons don't kill people who escape, in a battle of this level, they are useless." ”

"There are ants under the heavens." Qingyan Hou said lightly: "No matter how much you die, you can be replenished in the end, and Qingyi will not allow those who flee to stay in this world." ”

"Have you ever thought about it?" Qingli said in the fourth spring: "In her mind, the people of the heavenly realm are also ants. ”

"She was able to cross the border to kill the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm in the Earth Realm, and now she has also stepped into the Heavenly Realm, Marquis of Qingyan, even though you are famous in the four seas, but you have been trapped in the Heavenly City Realm for fifty years and cannot advance an inch, otherwise I will not be able to survive these last few moments."

"As for now." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he smiled faintly in the endless flames of the blue bird: "The marquis is not going to run away? ”