Qinghui had already taken the dagger out of his arms and weighed it up and down in his hand.

Rushed straight out.

I took the time to answer the question of the shallow coffee.

'My sword bishop's. ’

She's the master of the sword, although she is inexplicably doing a line of love, but in essence, she is still a villain.

Once muttered something to be a villain, you must not talk too much about this kind of thing, she heard it!

So she doesn't talk much.

Light coffee: ...... No, no, no, shouldn't the point be on whether you're a villain or not?

Qinghui, who seems to have a bit of a problem with his self-positioning, has simply and neatly overturned the people in front of the emperor.

This muffled sound made everyone's hearts stunned.

A little shocked and dazed, he looked at Qinghui in front of him who suddenly made a move without saying a word.

"You, you!"

The palace emperor was also taken aback by Qinghui's sudden move.

His eyes widened slightly.

Qinghui was half-squatting on the ground, maintaining the posture of overturning the person, and then slowly stood up and looked at the palace emperor who was very close to him.

Suddenly, he smiled.

The smile was a little calm, and it seemed to be a little soft, with an extremely contradictory aura, and there seemed to be a little black mist in the pupils.

"If I beat you here, I shouldn't be looking for trouble, right?"

Wrong.

"Otherwise, I'd better be killed."

Qinghui muttered under his breath.

She has traveled through time and space for so long, she is really about to become a fairy sword, and she has not seen blood on her hands for a long time.

It made her forget a little that she had crawled out of the blood.

Qinghui raised his eyes again, his dull and dim eyes, and his expression was lazy.

The guards around him had already reacted.

rushed straight to the emperor, trying to protect the emperor.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand attacked towards Qinghui.

Qinghui's body did not retreat, but advanced.

The dagger in his hand slammed into the blade.

There was a cacophony of metal crashing.

Qinghui lifted his eyelids and glanced at the person in front of him.

Any shoddy sword would dare to fight her.

The people around him haven't reacted yet.

Only a clattering cracking sound was heard.

Just looking at the blade with Qinghui's dagger as the midpoint, countless cracks spread out in an instant.

The sword shattered at the same time.

Blood splatters.

The person in front of him was slashed in the arm by Qinghui and kicked to the side.

The emperor was already panicked at this time, and the people around him also reacted.

A burst of screams.

The sound is a little noisy.

Qinghui was still thinking about his little vampire.

Watching the palace emperor running inside, the movements of the people around him one after another, after thinking about it, he glared to the side first.

"Shut up."

The soft voice, with a little irritability.

Obviously, the sound was not loud, but it made the scene eerily quiet.

Qinghui stepped directly and chased in the direction of the palace.

The people around rushed up, but they fell down one by one when they met Qinghui.

None of them lasted more than a second in Qinghui's hands.

It is not far from the square of the Temple of Prayer.

Who would have thought that Qinghui looked at the little one, and it seemed to be very soft, but in fact the strength was so strong.

This kind of neat and unwavering action is not at all the power of the bloodline, is it good?

And at this moment on the square of the Temple of Prayer.

A young girl has a generous and decent smile on the corner of her lips.

Stand in front of a black stone.

She raised her hand and showed the power of her bloodline to everyone.

He placed his hand on a stone about the size of two palms in front of him.