Nie Qingqing protected Han Chuang, who was almost unconscious, behind him, and used his slender body to cast a wall.

No matter how strong Bai Chongqi's momentum is, it will not be able to penetrate this "wall"; even if this "wall" has trembled, it still has not collapsed.

The firelight was dim, orange filled the hall, and the cold air of the forest was intertwined with the heat flow of the flames, focusing on Nie Qingqing.

Half cold, half scorching.

Her eyes were desperate but determined, as if she had nailed herself to the floor.

The wind was howling, bringing Bai Chongqi's voice: "Your surname is Nie, your surname is Nie......" This voice seems to be mixed with meaningful memories and longing.

"Leave now, I can spare your life. Bai Chongqi moved forward step by step, slowly approaching, gradually increasing his momentum.

He wanted to make Nie Qingqing submit in this way, and he gave her a chance, or a reason to leave, but she didn't accept it.

"I won't leave unless you kill me. Nie Qingqing struggled to get up, stretched out her hands, blocked in front of Bai Chongqi, her eyes full of nostalgia swept over Han Chuang's face, and when she turned her head, there was only a firmness left—unbelievable firmness.

Bai Chongqi sighed and shouted in a deep voice: "You should know the consequences of doing this, if someone stands in my way, I will kill him, regardless of whether his surname is Nie or not." ”

Although the voice was low, it was firm and clear, and word by word chiseled into Nie Qingqing's ears.

"Then you can try it!" Nie Qingqing's eyes flashed, and his body gradually relaxed under the pressure of the amazing air current.

Close your eyes and keep them open.

After a simple action, her eyes were clear, and at this moment, she only had the opponent in front of her in her mind, and as for the rest, she could no longer accommodate it.

"Let's do it, let me see how powerful the martial artist in the contemplation period is!" Nie Qingqing said calmly and made a fist starting style.

She wasn't good at boxing, but if she used a sword, she didn't stand a chance.

"Ask what the world is like, and teach people to promise life and death. ”

Bai Chongqi sighed, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

"If that's your final decision, then I'll fulfill you!"

Before this sentence was finished, Bai Chongqi's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Nie Qingqing, within reach of one hand.

The wind swept the bloody air, like a turbulent wave.

Nie Qingqing only felt a flower in front of her, and her chest felt like a hammer, and when she came back to her senses, she was already flying out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Is this a martial artist in the contemplation period? so powerful that the naked eye can't catch his movements at all. It's just that I don't understand, why can you kill a martial artist in the condensation period, but I don't even have the slightest room for resistance, is the gap between us really so big?

Nie Qingqing looked at Han Chuang, who was gradually moving away from him, his eyes were full of attachment.

"Plop!"

She slammed to the ground, red blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

This blood still has temperature.

She wanted to get up, but the pain in her body made this simple action extremely difficult, like pulling out her body in quicksand.

"Damn!"

She could only look at Bai Chongqi, slowly approaching Han Chuang, and slowly raised her hand, a circle of blood-colored ripples condensed in her palm.

"Bang! bang!"

At this moment, three disconnected and distinct applause interrupted Bai Chongqi's movements.

Nie Qingqing looked in the direction from which the applause came, and saw a black shadow, leaning alone against the door.

"What a Blood Domain Reincarnation Palm, is it used to kill seriously injured people?" the black shadow gradually walked into the firelight, and the orange light reflected his outline.

Black boots, black robe, black gauze, and a sword pinned to his waist, three feet long, lazily hanging to the side.

"Who are you!" Bai Chongqi's eyes flashed, and his voice was low.

He was surprised to find that he could not catch the traces of his existence when he looked at the person in front of him, just like a piece of air in front of him.

What a terrible feeling!

"Who am I?"

The man in black laughed, sneering and cold.

"You don't deserve to know. ”

Although he couldn't see the expression of the man in black, Bai Chongqi knew that it must be contemptuous.

"You-damn it!" Bai Chongqi shouted, the strong wind puffed up his clothes, his beard and hair were all open, and the martial spirit behind him appeared, it was actually a plant, a plant surrounded by dense vines, dark green, stained with a little bit of red, red like blood.

The man in black sighed and said, "Blood vine grass, I didn't expect your martial soul to be this thing, it's too unexpected for me." ”

A wicked sneer appeared on Bai Chongqi's face.

"What surprises you is still to come!" He stared at the man opposite, staring at him calmly, and suddenly, the skin in the corner of his eyes twitched suddenly, and he shouted: "Blood Line Cage!" His hands were opened, and vines with seven heel bowls suddenly appeared behind him, pointing at the body of the man in black.

The surface of the vine had small, sharp spikes, the tips of which were like sharp spears, shimmering with the cold light of the cautious people.

"Is that the only way?" the man in black smiled contemptuously, his long sword unsheathed, facing the vines, and a vivid human eye appeared behind him!

"Ahh

Nie Qingqing couldn't help but exclaim.

This eye is too much like a real eye, in the white vitreous, a black eyeball is flashing, like the most brilliant black gem on milky white ivory.

The next moment, something that surprised Nie Qingqing even more happened: the man in black was surrounded by seven vines with one person and one sword, like a dragon entering the sea, the sword light flashed continuously, and he could only hear "Boom, boom, boom!" A few sounds, and the vines were cut off in an instant.

A sword?

Seven Swords?

What is that?

Nie Qingqing subconsciously looked at Han Chuang who was in a coma, and said in his heart, "Why? Why is this person's swordsmanship and his swordsmanship so imaginable." ”

Nie Qingqing closed his eyes, and compared the swordsmanship of the person who came in his mind, the same simple, fast, and neat, the difference was that the sword of the man in black was faster and more fierce, constantly moving forward, constantly attacking, and constantly hitting the enemy's weakest point.

Nie Qingqing learned swords herself, at the age of three, and when she was seven years old, the master who taught her swordsmanship bluntly said that she had entered the hall and had nothing to teach.

In swordsmanship, Nie Qingqing is arrogant, even if she loses to Han Chuang in the sword, she thinks that she is only defeated by Han Chuang's sword intent, not in swordsmanship, she believes that after she comprehends the sword intent, she will never be worse than Han Chuang.

But at this moment, the swordsmanship of the man in black actually gave birth to a sense of frustration, and even a feeling that she would never want to pick up a sword again.

An inexplicable sense of fear spread throughout her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Not because of the oppression of momentum, but because of pure fear, pure fear.

The battle in the arena did not stop because of Nie Qingqing's fear, Bai Chongqi saw that the vines were cut, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but this trace of surprise did not last long, and soon he had no time to be surprised.

Just because

- The sword of the man in black is too fast!

It's not that he hasn't seen a fast sword, the last sword that Han Chuang used when he killed Bai Chongzhen just now was very fast, but compared to the sword of the man in black, it was so worthless.

The longsword of the man in black seemed to melt into the wind, and whenever Bai Chongqi wanted to make a move, the longsword would stab out from an incredible angle, attacking the flaws in his moves.

The last mover comes, the last mover comes!

Bai Chongqi had heard that there was a realm of latecomer first-come, first-come, first-come, among swordsmen, and he thought that it was just a legend, the product of false rumors and exaggerated changes.

But now, the man in black in front of him vividly showed him the realm of the last to come, and he didn't have a chance to breathe when he was persecuted.

Sweat

It emerged from his forehead, slipped from his sideburns, and swept the curve of his cheeks and neck, staining his clothes.

Bai Chongqi felt that this opponent still had reservations, but even if he only used his true qi and realm equivalent to his own, it was not something he could resist.

Who is it?

Who the hell is he?

Yunzhou,

No, there won't even be such people in the entire Southeast Region!

In the midst of the stormy attack, the man in black suddenly smiled, even through the veil, Nie Qingqing and Bai Chongqi could feel it, this smile was sarcastic and cold.

After the laughter, the deep voice of the man in black came: "If you want to get the Blood Shadow Clone, I don't care, if you want to become the second Sikong Evil Moon, I don't care, and even if you want to dominate the Yunzhou Sect and dominate the entire Southeast Region, I don't care either, but you shouldn't kill him." ”

The eyes of the man in black flowed on Han Chuang in the distance, and there was a touch of gentleness in his eyes.

In just a moment, when he refocused his gaze on Bai Chongqi, his original mildness turned into a chilling killing intent.

"You shouldn't have killed him, not even the idea. ”

With a "bang", the sword was already in the sheath.

Bai Chongqi's eyes showed an incredible gaze, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't even make a simple sound—a thin blood mark appeared on his neck.

The next moment,

Blood oozed out, staining the shirt red.