The dwarves and demon legions who fought in one place frantically vented their bloodthirsty desires with the weapons in their hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBoth sides were stirred up with real fire, and as soon as they looked at each other, they were really desperate.

The battle was fought fiercely.

Knife to flesh, the flesh on the ground is surging at a frantic rate. In a short time, the ground was already stained blood-red. Those blood mixed with rain flowed wantonly on the ground, and gradually converged into a rolling river of blood, as long as it fell, there was no possibility of getting up, and the chaotic and dense crowd would trample the falling, whether dead or wounded, into minced flesh in an instant.

Accidental injuries are inevitable, anyway in such an environment.

Reason has long been lost, and people with blood-red eyes only know how to rush, rush, kill, kill.

All obstacles in the way.

Whether it's a comrade or an enemy, swing your knife and slash it down immediately. Anyway, there are many enemies of life and death in this coalition. Their union was only forced by the outside world, and the strength of the demon lord forced them to form the so-called legions. By this time, the alliance's fragile pivot had completely failed. All demons can do is kill others and protect themselves. Later, it was no longer clear who was beating whom.

The dock became a giant meat grinder, rapidly devouring all the intact people, spitting out the foul-smelling blood and mutilated pieces of flesh......

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The battle continued, but Mu Qingyang had already broken away from the main army.

Yes, his desire to kill had made him lose his mind, and by the time he sobered up, he was already on the run.

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

Running non-stop, running down the hill, running along the horseshoe prints. The rain drenched Mu Qingyang's heart, the wounds on his body were repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood cloud in Mu Qingyang's eyes was gradually fading. There was a book spirit in his body, and the power of the evil object in his right hand was suppressed again, and Mu Qingyang's consciousness gradually recovered.

But there is always an invisible and untouchable aura that haunts him. He couldn't wait to escape from the battlefield, and it was a terrible feeling like being chased by a hunter. Just like a rabbit, no matter how unwilling he is, the fear of the hunter has never been able to dissipate, and that silent fear cannot even be suppressed by him when he enters the killing realm.

Who was spying on him so that he didn't even have the courage to resist?

Mu Qingyang ran and ran, and suddenly found that the road in front of him had disappeared, like a rabbit being chased by a hunter, running desperately, running desperately, but he found that there was an abyss in front of him. He stopped blankly, turned around, and looked around. Heaven and earth are silent, black holes, holes.

Mu Qingyang looked up to the sky and roared: "Who, get out of here." ”

He was answered by the sound of the wind, with a smile in the wind......

Mu Qingyang hated himself like a prey being molested.

He would rather the other party stand up and slash himself.

Calm down, be calm.

He knew what it was like to be flirtatious, and the more agitated and angry he was, the more pleasure the hunter would have.

Bastard, he shouted angrily in his heart. But his face is never willing to show any more emotions, he can kill him, but he is never willing to be the prey of being molested. Mu Qingyang stood up straight, his eyes blazing at the infinite darkness. He knew that there must be a pair of eyes looking at him.

Hey......

There was a light sound in the wind, and he seemed to be a little surprised by Mu Qingyang's behavior. The wind chime-like smile, gently flickering, can penetrate into the bottom of people's hearts......

The rain seemed to have stopped, the silver moon came out of the clouds, and everything around was silent. The night breeze is light, and it is a faint fragrance. The bright moonlight poured down, and the indescribable tranquility and ease of the people even weakened a little bit of Mu Qingyang's sharp edge. Mu Qingyang suddenly turned his head sideways, his pupils contracted rapidly, and he saw that in the endless darkness, a figure gradually became clear, like a beautiful figure like a ghost, and the light on his body gradually bloomed......

The light black skirt was spread on the ground, and between the black gauze, a touch of snow was revealed. However, this was not what surprised Mu Qingyang. This woman can't really see it like light smoke, but her soft black hair pierced Mu Qingyang's heart, and the lock of black hair hanging obliquely on the woman's sideburns was full of style, and a few strands of hair were blown by the breeze, and in the night, it was a little more blurry. Black hair, black eyes. Colors that make people kind. evokes Mu Qingyang's deepest memories. In an instant, he was in a trance, the murderous aura had long disappeared, his glass-red right hand was lowered, and the evil aura was also dispelled, his gaze was sometimes gentle, sometimes confused, and fell on the woman looming in the black mist. Almost unconsciously, he walked towards the woman step by step. The woman had a smile on the corner of her lips, and two charming tulips bloomed in her black eyes, and the rich fragrance penetrated Mu Qingyang's nose. It's closer, it's getting closer. The breeze blew away the fog on the woman's face, which was a peerless enchantment.

There is such a stunner in this world, and there is no temptation that a man can resist......

A finger of green onions slowly raised, and it was about to land on Mu Qingyang's forehead, and the corners of the woman's mouth seemed to smile sarcastically......

At the moment when the cold finger pointed at Mu Qingyang's forehead. A loud shout rose to the ground.

"Demon girl, look for death!" The corners of Mu Qingyang's mouth suddenly curved, he opened his eyes angrily, a faint blood mist appeared in his eyes, the cold murderous aura seemed to engulf the darkness of the night wind, where Mu Qingyang shook hands, the flames spread like a spiritual snake, swallowing back and forth, and the murderous vortex that had turned into substance exploded, scraping the woman's black veil and dancing wildly, revealing a graceful and snow-white body under the black veil, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes were full of endless sorrow.

Mu Qingyang only felt a buzz in his head, and his hand wanted to be withdrawn. Almost subconsciously, he bit the tip of his tongue, the stinging pain burrowed into his mind, and the smell of blood permeated his mouth.

Mu Qingyang shouted loudly and stabbed his right hand out with all his might. The woman's eyes showed a little surprise, but she didn't believe that Mu Qingyang could still do it. Almost at the moment when the bloody hand was about to crush her throat, the woman had already swept out like a light smoke, lightly dissolving Mu Qingyang's violent blow.

"Mu Qingyang, you are so ruthless......" The woman seemed to have no weight, floating in the air lightly, letting out a chuckle.

The moonlight disappeared suddenly, the thunder and lightning shook again, and the heavy rain poured down, pouring water on Mu Qingyang's head and face, he shook the water droplets on his body, and looked up at the sky.

He didn't kill the woman.

But freed from that blurred illusion, he returned to the real world. That demonic woman is finally no longer so intimidating. It's still beautiful, but it's not the kind of breathtaking temptation. And he found a familiar feeling in women.

"You know me?" Mu Qingyang asked calmly, there was even a gentle look on his face, and he couldn't tell that he had killed just now. Her charming and feminine face stared at Mu Qingyang, and let out a sigh that made people's hearts tremble: "Of course I know you, don't you know, have I been waiting for you for a long time?" "Yes

As soon as her words fell, Mu Qingyang's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura coming from his lower abdomen, almost subconsciously slightly tightening his abdominal muscles, and a touch of cold air had penetrated into Mu Qingyang's lower abdomen. A series of breeding sounds, like plastic foam rubbing against glass, make people feel so uncomfortable that they want to vomit blood. Mu Qingyang desperately rolled out, stained with mud on the ground, and when he got up, he almost broke his mouth and scolded.

Shameless!

The strength is so much stronger than himself, and he even sneaks up.

He made a bloody cut the size of a mouth on his right hand, and almost made a cross cut in his abdomen. Mu Qingyang, who was a little embarrassed, stared fiercely at the woman floating in the air, playing with a small black sword, the jet-black sword the size of a dagger jumped playfully between the woman's two crystal clear palms, but it was the culprit who almost hung up Mu Qingyang just now.

But soon, the fierce look in Mu Qingyang's eyes disappeared. He wiped the blood on his right hand carelessly, and reached out to the wound on his lower abdomen to fix it, and after a while, he even tore off the already broken clothes and armor on his body, threw them to the ground one by one, and cautiously walked towards the woman floating in the air. At the end he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Can you give me some time?" Mu Qingyang asked softly.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" The woman looked at Mu Qingyang with a smile, and with a flick of her fingers, the jet-black little sword spun like a top in her palm, looking like she was playing inadvertently, but Mu Qingyang knew that the soul on the sword had already locked his body, as long as he was a little careless, that cute little sword would definitely pierce seventeen or eighteen holes in his body.

"Let me take off my mask, I don't want to die with another face." Mu Qingyang seemed to be really depressed, in the face of such an unpredictable woman, he didn't even have the qualifications to resist. The woman thought for a moment and giggled, "Okay, I want to see you for what you really are, too." ”

Mu Qingyang squatted down and leaned sideways slightly, this kind of embarrassed appearance always didn't want to be seen, so the woman floating in the air didn't care, not to mention that Mu Qingyang's upper body was already ****, even if he wanted to play any tricks, he couldn't do it.

Mu Qingyang first took off the mask on his face, revealing his originally young face, he even wiped the dye off his hair, and his long black hair was suddenly revealed.

"Phew! The black lightning burst through the void, bringing up a slip of blood, and then disappeared into the void, and the next moment, the black light had appeared in the palm of the black gauze woman's palm, constantly spinning......

Mu Qingyang fell heavily to the ground, and there were two more terrifying blood holes in his thighs, bubbling outward. In fact, not only his thighs, but also his body was full of cracked bloody mouths, constantly gushing blood, staining him all over his body as if he were bloody.

There is a poisonous energy on this black sword, even a special physique like Mu Qingyang can't withstand the destruction, the cut wound can't stop the bleeding at all, and the pain is magnified thousands of times, directly leading to his cranial nerves. Mu Qingyang propped himself on the ground with one hand, gritting his teeth and enduring the piercing pain in his thigh. The combination of severe pain and endless tiredness from excessive blood loss is an uncomfortable feeling that I don't know how to describe. He wanted to fall down and fall asleep forever. But the physical pain kept stimulating him, telling him to persevere. Stick to it, Mu Qingyang. rainwater

Hit him in the face, and the cold was in his mouth. It's already the first few swords. How long has it been holding on. Mu Qingyang desperately wanted to recall, but he didn't know, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

This woman is so scary.

Mu Qingyang never thought that he would be so weak, so weak that he didn't even have the qualifications to fight back. His pride in his physical fitness, as well as the spirit of the book, completely lost its effect. No, it can't be said to be completely useless. Shuling can give him an early warning and tell him where the sword came from, but such an early warning loses its meaning under the sword speed beyond the limit, the body can't keep up with the consciousness, and the super physical fitness is tortured more, Mu Qingyang is not a person who will give up. However, in the eyes of the black gauze woman, his spirit of not giving up only aroused her abusive heart even more.

The woman's hand shook, and a smile swirled across her lips. As long as he can't move any longer, he will send him back to the West. Seeing the man squirm for a moment, prop up half of his body, and fall heavily into the muddy water, she finally let out a cold smug shriek: "Can't you?" Then go die! ”

At this moment, the man who fell to the ground suddenly let out a loud shout: "Wait a minute! ”

The woman's hand trembled slightly. The black sword that came out of the void stopped against the back of Mu Qingyang's head, buzzing and spinning...... As long as he gently pushed forward, Mu Qingyang's head would be pierced.

The black gauze woman smiled and said, "Do you have any last words to explain?" ”

Mu Qingyang slowly raised his head, and a smile appeared on his face covered with mud, such a smile was absolutely weird, especially when it appeared on a person who was about to die, the woman in black gauze was slightly stunned, and for no reason it was ridiculous to think in her mind, his teeth were really white.

This thought flashed, and the black gauze woman regained her cold and indifferent look.

I only heard Mu Qingyang ask softly, "Are you from the Night Temple?" ”

The black gauze woman's smile froze slightly, and then she said softly, "You guessed it, but unfortunately, there is no reward." There was a gloomy look in the depths of her eyes, a sign that she was about to do something.

"Tell me who you are? It's also an honor to die in the hands of a beauty like you......" Mu Qingyang hurriedly took the words, he didn't know if it would be useful to delay like this, Mu Qingyang was almost like a drowning person, wanting to seize any possible glimmer of life. The black gauze woman's delicate gaze fell on Mu Qingyang, but it seemed to have torn out all his skin, Mu Qingyang trembled violently for a while, raised his head, and saw two black flames overwhelmingly pressing down...... Consciousness was stirred upside down by countless sticks, and the three souls and seven spirits were desperately struggling in the abyss.

Spiritism! It's spiritism!

Mu Qingyang's only remaining consciousness roared loudly, this high-level spiritual technique that black and white impermanence had taught him, Mu Qingyang used it himself and the black gauze woman used it, just like the contrast between fireflies and Haoyue. Mu Qingyang is also very clear about the horror of spiritism, at least he will be confused, and at worst he will erase his consciousness and completely become a puppet of the user. The black flame split into countless tiny sparks, devouring and devouring in Mu Qingyang's consciousness.

No...... No...... Never ...... Mu Qingyang's consciousness struggled desperately, but it was like falling into quicksand, no matter how hard he tried, the "quicksand" still swallowed him little by little. The feeling of emptiness that seeped into the bone marrow was pulled a little bit. The heart is like being constantly kneaded by a big hand. Mu Qingyang's eyes, mouth, nose and ears oozed fine blood. At such a desperate moment, the book spirit actually disappeared and did not appear, Mu Qingyang didn't know whether to be desperate or angry, but the evil power in his right hand rushed in and confronted the black fire. At the moment when the power of evil collided with black fire.

Those black flames violently converged and contracted, and Mu Qingyang's consciousness was able to breathe.

"Ancient Demon Body!" The black flame formed a faint humanoid black light floating in Mu Qingyang's consciousness, directly conveying such a surprising message. This surprise seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be asking Mu Qingyang.

The power of the evil thing chased after the black flame, and the big golden eyes turned into a big net and swept away, but the black flame easily penetrated the golden net, and then quickly wrapped around the big golden eyes, and the flame light became violent, and the evil thing suddenly hissed.

After a long time, the golden power had dimmed, and Hei Yan withdrew from Mu Qingyang's consciousness.

Like amnesty, Mu Qingyang's consciousness regained control of his body, but now he can't even move a finger, the moisture in his whole body has turned into cold sweat, and every muscle is spasming, you can imagine the pain he endured just now.

The black gauze demon girl floated down lightly and landed on Mu Qingyang's chest. The red crystal jade foot was on Mu Qingyang's body, but there was no weight. She looked at Mu Qingyang, who was lying there motionless, with an incomprehensible meaning in her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, she leaned down.

The demonic face approached Mu Qingyang less than a foot.

After looking at it for a long time, the look of careful appreciation was like playing with a priceless antique.

Poor Mu Qingyang didn't even have the strength to turn his eyes, and he was trampled under the feet of a woman and looked at with such eyes, and he couldn't even deliver a look of resistance and anger.

The jade palm was pressed, and the hand of the black gauze demon girl was attached to Mu Qingyang's face.

It was cold, and then a black flame burst out, covering Mu Qingyang's entire head, looking like it was going to burn him. I don't know how long it took, Hei Yanqian withdrew it from the woman's palm, and Mu Qingyang's head looked fine.

"It's really an ancient demon body!" This voice contains affirmation, and even excitement comes out of the mouth of this demon girl, which is extraordinarily peculiar, from beginning to end, it seems that only this sentence really reveals the true inner emotions of the black gauze demon girl. (To be continued.) )