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Three-three-five is not you

Qianjin shook his head and tried not to think about this question, it is rumored that the witch of the demon clan has the ability to play with the soul of men, and this Lucifer seems to have that ability. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The third moon slowly hung up in the sky, and he couldn't lie down anymore, so he got up and looked around nervously.

The black horizon, all of a sudden!

The slender and slender figure is so delicate in the night wind, as if the next gust of wind will blow this delicate shadow without a trace.

"Hai Qing'er ......" subconsciously stepped forward, feeling that her shoulder was grabbed from behind: "No, I know what I'm doing." ”

Broken Wind Fuji and Lucifer looked at each other in silence, and silently released the palm that was tightly clasped on Qianjin's shoulder.

Energetic stared at the shadow under the night, he had not seen each other for nearly three years, but the shadow that had been carved in his mind would not disappear because of the passage of time, but became clearer because of the washing of time.

Qianjin moved towards Qianying step by step, and the black figure under the moonlight trembled slightly, as if he wanted to retreat to avoid Qianjin's advance, but in the end he still stood in place.

In the short distance, he didn't walk fast, but he felt as if he had walked for hundreds of years in the long river of time before he came to this woman.

Hai Qing'er! Looking at the girl in front of her, three years! Hai Qing'er's body has hardly changed, a cold wind blows, blowing Hai Qing'er's long black hair, and the thin clothes are blown in the wind, making people wonder if they will catch a cold in such a cold wind.

Three years ago! Under such a moonlit night, on the empty street, the proud girl stood at the end of the long street, saying goodbye to herself with silent eyes.

Three years later, we met again......

The dry body trembled slightly, and he wanted to raise his hand to stroke her long hair, but was stopped by the cold and emotionless eyes.

Energetic has never seen such cold and emotionless eyes, even if it is the eyes of Richeklit on weekdays, there is more than indifference, and emotion or emotion can be found in indifference.

Hai Qing'er's pupils did not have the slightest emotion, like a beautifully carved doll, not a living person.

"Qing'er ......" called softly: "You, are you here to find me?"

Hai Qing'er's cheeks, which were like exquisitely carved puppets, did not have the slightest expression, but nodded lightly as an answer.

He took a small step and wanted to reach out and hold the girl in his arms, the girl was even thinner than three years ago, and it was very difficult to survive in this ancient sea of barren sand.

Hai Qing'er suddenly took a quick step back, and her strength was slightly stunned, and she looked more like floating when she retreated just now, like floating without any weight of paper, and there was an indescribable special fighting technique hidden in it.

Fighting Technique?A stunned look appeared on Qianjin's face: "Qing'er, when did you start practicing the fighting method of a warrior......?"

Hai Qing'er raised the palm of her right hand lightly, was stunned for a moment, and raised her right hand with a smile, this is a game that the two often played before, there is no need for any dialogue, just the palms are facing each other, to feel the body temperature of the other party, as long as the palms are together, it is like the hearts of both parties are hugging together.

Body Temperature? Qianjin suddenly found that Hai Qing'er did not emit any heat on her body, as if she really looked like a porcelain doll that was beautifully fired and had no expression.

The palms of the two hands slowly approached the ...... Approaching ......

Suddenly! Hai Qing'er's long hair behind her suddenly stood upside down, vast, cold, and oppressive fighting spirit came out of her body! At the forehead of her delicate face, a trace of gray light bloomed, and the light quickly formed a magic array, a magic array that is not familiar with energy, but will never be forgotten,

In the metal mine, there is also such a magic array on the skull of Lucifer Cold, who has been dead for an unknown number of years, and only has a skeleton of bones left, and the once powerful fallen angel bloodline demon warrior!

There may be a difference, but the kind of cold and piercing fighting aura released from the magic array is indeed completely indistinguishable!

If there is any difference between the two, it is that Hai Qing'er's strength is still above Lucifer's cold bones.

Qianjin was stunned for a moment, Hai Qing'er's fighting spirit exploded completely, and the sand under her feet did not show any movement, and the palm print staggered Qianjin's palm and imprinted it to her chest.

With a flip of his wrist and his elbow like a gun, the 45,000 turns of the fighting energy in his body completely exploded, breaking the ground and slashing Hai Qing'er's erratic palm, which made people unable to figure out the route.

The palms and elbows struck, and the fighting spirit splashed like wind knives scattered and splashed, and there was a sneering sound in the air, as if dozens of knives were slashing out of thin air at the same time.

What kind of fighting spirit is this? Qianjin frowned, the stronger the fighting spirit, the more it should have the breath of life, whether it is a demon race, a human race or a barbarian, it is something that must be figured out, but in such a powerful fighting spirit, there is hardly a trace of life breath, but it exudes a cold death aura similar to a corpse.

Click......

The woman's wrist sounded crisply, and the strength felt a pain in his heart, and the warrior's instinct was full of danger to attack, but it hurt his woman's wrist, and he wanted to take away part of his fighting energy, but he found that Hai Qing'er's face did not have the slightest expression of pain.

As if the broken arm was not hers, the broken wrist twisted in a strange shape, the magic array light on her forehead became more shining again, and the power of the fighting qi explosion was completely doubled in an instant, and she slapped a fluttering palm again.

How could this be? Qianjin looked at Hai Qing'er's wrist in surprise, and was even more curious that Hai Qing'er's palm strike elusive palm attack route was a little familiar, and there were three images of the way to ascend the peak of the eighteen hammers and the first hammer.

It's just that, compared to the fierce and domineering Eighteen Hammers of Ascension, this palm attack has more weird and confusing lines, making it even more elusive where the final position of this palm will be.

Qianjin has never felt that the battle is so difficult, if the opponent changes someone, he will directly pull out the knife and fight with the opponent, but the person in front of him is Hai Qing'er, what kind of flying knives, bows and arrows, slashes, and killing methods are completely unusable.

Electrifying and flint, the energy can't be considered too much, the palm of the hand meets the palm of Hai Qing'er, and the strong fighting spirit collides with a thunderous roar at the butt of the palms of the two, and the energy feels like he has been hit by a rhinoceros, and the five fingers suddenly clasp Hai Qing'er's palm, and the blood in his chest is churning like a river and the sea hanging upside down.

"Qing'er, it's me!" Energetic raised his left palm and grabbed Hai Qing'er's palm again, and his ten fingers were tightly clasped together, allowing his fighting spirit to collide and never let go, wanting to use the temperature between his palms to wake up Hai Qing'er who suddenly attacked.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Airplanes......

The magic array on Hai Qing'er's forehead became brighter and brighter, and the cold fighting qi surged rapidly in an instant, from inferior energy to counterpressure energy in an instant, and the white palm was flooding with billowing black energy, emitting a surging impact.

Burst!

The Dou Pulse Fighting Technique repaired in the body of the Dry Strength was once again subjected to a stronger Dou Qi, and in a short period of time, he was injured again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat, and hot blood was sprinkled on Hai Qing'er's face.

Hai Qing'er, who had no expression, at the moment when the hot blood was stained on her face, there was a trace of strange light in her eyes that were completely devoid of emotion.

Calm and expressionless, like the cheeks of a porcelain doll, suddenly a trace of incomprehensible doubt suddenly crossed. Almost at the same time, the magic array that was glowing with gray light flashed brighter again, and Hai Qing'er's puzzled face was forcibly smoothed out in an instant, and a trace of pain appeared in her eyes, not from physical pain, but more like mental pain.

"Yikes!"

Hai Qing'er suddenly let out a hoarse roar from her mouth, and the dead gray fighting spirit of her whole body soared again and again, and her head suddenly hit her forehead.

Bang! Like the sound of war drums resounding through the ancient barren sand sea, Hai Qing'er's white forehead was bruised suddenly, but she was never able to struggle to open her strong palm, and a piercing hoarse voice screamed from Hai Qing'er's mouth, but she did not say a word of real human beings.

Bang! bang! bang! Hai Qing'er's head hit again and again, and the energetic Fengyun Golden Body Protector also felt a burst of dizziness in her head, and Hai Qing'er's forehead turned from bruise to bright red, and began to flow blood, but there was no intention of stopping the impact.

How could this be? Why? The ten fingers of the energetic suddenly opened, letting go of the palm that he didn't want to let go. If she continues to hit like this, Hai Qing'er's head may be shattered!

Hai Qing'er's hands escaped from her grip, and a hoarse whistle roared out of her mouth, without looking at Qianjin, she turned around and rushed towards the ancient barren sand sea.

"Qing'er ......"

Energetically raised his legs to chase after him, but a huge thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, knocking countless yellow sand into the sky, and the golden sand grains turned charred black under the blow of the thunder and lightning.

A huge Jinpeng Thunder Eagle hovered in the sky, glared at Qianjin fiercely, looked beyond Qianjin and glanced at the pan macro machine hidden in the sand in the distance behind him, turned around and flew away at high speed.

Looking at Hai Qing'er who flew away on the Jinpeng Thunder Eagle in a daze, he vaguely felt that she would not appear here again tomorrow.

Is it really Hai Qing'er? Looking blankly at the place where the Jinpeng Thunder Eagle disappeared in the sky, that appearance will not be wrong! But that temperament is completely different, that is not Qing'er's temperament, and that strong strength.

In just three years, Hai Qing'er is not a bloodline warrior, and she has not carried out any basic training as a warrior since she was a child, how can she be so strong?

If it wasn't Hai Qing'er, then who was the person just now? Qianjin felt that his head was very messy, and he slapped his forehead hard, and it was that weird magic array again! I was completely dizzy from my busy work these days, and I forgot to ask the inscription teacher for advice.