"Poof......" blood spilled out and splashed on Yang Feng's white face, which was particularly dazzling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Ling ....... Qingbo? Yang Feng's voice trembled incomparably, although he had tried very hard to restrain his emotions, Ling Qingbo's body was pierced straight through, her face was pale, and the blood splashed was almost blinding. Yang Feng's face was bloodless, like white paper. Ling Qingbo seemed to sense Yang Feng's trembling, and turned his head and smiled slightly, but that shallow smile was frozen and shattered in an instant. Flying in the air was Ling Qingbo's arm that was being slashed down and gradually disappearing. Blood set off the pale face.

The sharp sword slashed down like a bolt of furious lightning, and the glittering tip of the sword was invaded by blood. An arm was severed in the blink of an eye, and the flight slowly disappeared in the air. "Hah...... Hahaha......" The fake Yang Feng hugged the fake Ling Qingbo tightly, and he couldn't help laughing when he looked at the blood setting off the arms flying in the air. "Arm...... Arm...... That's Ling Qingbo's arm, bastard! Yang Feng's eyes tightened violently, and a piece of blood red spread in his eyes, and bloodshot like lightning covered Yang Feng's scarlet eyes.

His hands clenched suddenly, "Send me to hell!" A punch was swung out and hit the fake Ling Qingbo's stomach. That punch contained all of Yang Feng's anger, and the fierce flames burned in Yang Feng's eyes. Swish! The sharp sword flashed, and the blood gushed out impatiently, staining the earth red. The hand holding the sword leaped out. "You can't ask for this hand." The indifferent voice sounded slowly, and Irati took over Ling Qingbo, who had lost both arms, her eyes were like a fierce and cruel lion, and all her anger turned into the power of swinging her sword.

A sword slashed down, and the blood mercilessly stained the clothes of the two of Irat, and the head of the fake Yang Feng was cut off by Irati's sword with cold blood, and disappeared into the air little by little. "This sword is used to return the sword that cut off Ling Qingbo's two arms." Ling Qingbo's brain was heavy, and her eyelids couldn't be opened, but she felt that there was someone behind Irat. "Irat......" Ling Qingbo felt that the aura was getting stronger and stronger, she called Irati hesitantly, and before Irati could answer, her eyes instantly tightened, and she hurriedly kicked Irati away, blocking the sword herself.

"Ling Qingbo !!!!!" Irati roared loudly, she watched Ling Qingbo's body be pierced again, and bounced out fiercely, tears streaming out of her eyes. "How dare you...... Imitate me......" The fake Ling Qingbo staggered to his feet, and the sword in his hand instantly rose into the sky, stabbing into Ling Qingbo's chest, and blood bloomed. Yang Feng ...... Erati ...... I...... Won't ......" Before Ling Qingbo's words were finished, her body gradually disappeared, she was stunned, and then kicked the sword down fiercely, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Swish! The sword qi crossed the sky, and the fake Ling Qingbo's chest bloomed with bewitching blood flowers, Yang Feng, who was standing behind her, smiled slightly, and his scarlet eyes lowered "Na, do you know......" Yang Feng twisted the sword in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, "The cry of the person before he died, but it was very wonderful." Yang Feng's scarlet eyes were cold, his fingers climbed up the neck of the fake Ling Qingbo, a sharp sword flashed, and before the fake Ling Qingbo could calm down, he stabbed down fiercely. Ahh Yang Feng's fingers climbed up the pale face of the fake Ling Qingbo, and he supported the eyes of the fake Ling Qingbo hard, "Don't rest in peace, you are in peace, how can she rest in peace?" ”

No one will forget how much damage it can bring to reality if you die in the game. The chance of death is as high as 50 percent! The fake Ling Qingbo's body gradually disappeared, Yang Feng put down his hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Irati in front of him, "You, also injured Ling Qingbo, right?" "Yang Feng's gaze terrified Ilati, she had just witnessed how Yang Feng tortured the fake Ling Qingbo." You're going to torture me? Irati stepped back, avoiding the gaze of Yang Feng's scarlet eyes. Don't go back, there's another damn bastard behind you! ”

His words reminded Irati that damn it, why didn't he notice it just now! She turned her head to look at the people behind her, she didn't have the creepy appearance of the fake Ling Qingbo and the fake Yang Feng before, she didn't have the empty eyes, the miserable white face and the weird and miserable smile. Could it be ...... "Luoruo?" Irati screamed tentatively, but Yang Feng was stunned suddenly. She was...... Luoruo? Yang Feng's scarlet eyes were cold, "That Luoruo who missed because he looked like you, Yu Lan thought it was her?" ”

Irati shook her head, how could it be! How could Luo Ruo be here! She clenched her sword and slowly retreated, and just as she was about to speak, the person in front of her who was exactly the same as her said a word, which made Ilati and Yang Feng stunned for an instant, and their faces became extremely pale. The sword in his hand fell even more suddenly, "What...... Possible? Irati's lips moved......