Chapter 1771: Qiantian Golden Tripod (Thirty-Four)
Before the light of lightning disappeared, there was a terrible cry of Yu Piao'er from the light curtain, and everyone was stunned, and when they looked down, they found that there was blood flowing out of the scorched earth!
"What happened?" The frightened scream swept across the eardrum like a saw, Su Jiujiu shuddered, and waited until the voice disappeared before saying, "Listen to this voice, it shouldn't be a cold girl......
The expressions of the ninth Biyou and the others relaxed slightly. Beigong Qing and the others all turned pale and sank, counting Yu Piao'er, among the several people in the Hehuan Sect, there were three immortals, and the remaining two were in the fivefold transformation realm, if they were concentrated by the heavenly thunder, there would never be blood on the scorched earth, and the only possibility was Leng Yaoguang!
When this thought rose in everyone's hearts, they felt ridiculous, even if Leng Yaoguang rebelled against the sky, it was impossible to hurt Yu Piao'er surrounded by five masters...... Isn't the golden dragon dead?
But the light of thunder and lightning kept flickering, and they couldn't see the situation at all, and they only knew what happened when the thunder and lightning dissipated!
In the interval of the scene, Yaoguang walked forward step by step, slowly walking forward, the Xingchen Black Sword hanging on his side was still dripping with blood, and with every step, the blood dripped a drop.
At a distance of more than ten meters, she bypassed the four corpses lying on the ground, and walked towards Yu Piao'er with a broken arm with an expressionless face.
Yu Piao'er sat on the ground, her legs swayed and kept retreating, but dozens of meters away was the thunder and lightning range, and as soon as she got close, she would be coke, where could she retreat?
Her eyes were panicked, she trembled and stared at the corpse that fell to the ground, for the first time in her life, she felt the strong oppression of death, and for the first time in her life, she felt regret, regretting that she had offended such a demon!
No, she's not human at all!
How can a person's eyes be heterochromatic? But Leng Yaoguang's eyes were one gold and one silver, even under the dazzling light of thunder and lightning, they were very conspicuous, and when she met her eyes, Yu Piao'er's mind was only trembling!
Watching her approach step by step, Yu Piao'er's eyes were red, fear and hatred were mixed, her left arm had been cut off, only the thunder and lightning turned into ashes, and blood flowed all over, but she didn't care about this, waved her right arm, and said repeatedly: "Don't you come here...... Stay back! ”
The corners of Yaoguang's lips curled, and the golden and silver eyes shone even more, gradually covering her entire face!
Dressed in white like a ghost, the golden sword is bleeding, and a pair of pupils replace the facial features, at this moment, she is no less than the Shura demon with a distorted face in the eyes of Yu Piao'er!
Thinking that before counting the breaths, she coldly and cruelly cut the throats of several senior brothers, Yu Piao'er felt desperate, she didn't know what happened at that time, she just took a few senior brothers to confirm whether the golden dragon was dead or not, but she didn't expect Leng Yaoguang to suddenly appear, when the thunder and lightning fell, her eyes also turned gold and silver, and several senior brothers didn't move, standing in place, and their throats were cut off by her golden sword without resistance!
Several senior brothers didn't wake up until they died, and when they met her eyes, she also lost her mind for a moment, and when she woke up again, her left arm had been cut off by the roots!
She knew that Leng Yaoguang was deliberately torturing her!
"Don't come here...... Don't come here......" Tears flowed, Yu Piao'er roared in despair, "Don't kill me...... I don't want to die! ”
Yaoguang looked at her lightly, with neither hatred nor pity in his eyes, just looking at her like looking at the stones and flowers on the side of the road, without any emotion.