Fukong stepped on Qingmian's sword.

The violent shock erupted at the moment of contact, and while Qing Mian retreated again, he did not forget to raise his hand and throw out several black and white fires that wound towards Fukong.

Even if it is an anomaly, in the eyes of Fukong, it is still "traceable".

Far from what most people think, the magic is unpredictable.

[Chaos]!

The fists were swung out quickly, and Discord's fists erupted, scattering all the approaching flames.

Suddenly, he looked at a soldier next to him who was about to be killed by the Cultist of the Other Shore, and he came to the other party in a flash, originally planning to kill the Cultist of the Other Shore directly, but when he looked over, he found that Qing Mian had predicted his movements in advance.

She had come behind the soldier, and the sword in her hand slashed at the soldier's neck.

Fukong quickly reached into the white blade, grabbed Qing Mian's sword to the limit, and then kicked the soldier between him and Qing Mian out with a swing of his lower body.

The next moment, the hilt of the sword in Qing Mian's hand twisted, and the flame of the dead family exploded along the sword!

At the same time that Fukong was contaminated by the flames, the disciple from the other side behind him also stabbed his blade at Fukong.

Sonor!

A knife stabbed him in the back of the neck, but what he stabbed was not flesh, but hard steel!

Turning around and punching, the Cultist of the Other Shore was still crushed to death by his head.

After turning around, Fukong looked back at Qing Mian again, his face solemn.

These flames, even he could not ignore......

The flames on his body couldn't be suppressed normally with his strength, and they were completely unrelated things. But he didn't feel anything wrong with the flames.

"It's worthy of Brother Kong, is the fire of death a mortal body that can bathe in?" Qingmiao couldn't help but smile and praise.

[Broken]!

With no intention of responding at all, Fukong set off again, and the flames on his body were pulled out of a black and white "streamer" by his movements.

The ferocious impact knocked away all the obstacles that stood in the way along the road, and the footsteps made deep footprints on the ground.

In the face of such an impulse, Qing Mian grabbed behind her with her backhand and threw it forward, the thick black sword was pulled out, and the big sword that was completely inconsistent with her body shape was as light as a weight in her hand, like an arm making a finger.

The big sword swung down from the side, carrying a condensed monstrous flame, giving it a terrifying and powerful force, and it actually smashed Fukong's movements directly!

He stumbled on his feet, and after a moment of distraction, he regained his strength - [empty]!

The hands quickly dissolved the follow-up attack of the big sword, but after the big sword was removed, Qing Mian smiled hideously, the big sword was put away, and the long white straight sword danced.

The tricky sword path cuts the rhythm of Fukong.

Every time Fukong held down Qingmian's sword, the next moment she would change the path of the sword unusually.

Although Fukong set up an offensive, it was difficult to use [Sora] to sort out the opponent's strength.

From the level of "technique" alone, Qingmian is undoubtedly a top master! But just the top masters can't make Fukong so uncomfortable, and many of her moves are almost pre-predicted Fukong's movements.

It's just seen through!

Suddenly, Qing Mian was no longer confined to a small area, her movements gradually became larger, her posture was completely stretched, and the sword shadow began to increase, becoming more and more dense, wanting to completely engulf Fukong.

Fukong quickly moved her steps, but her steps did not hesitate at all, and she followed closely, and the deadly flowers composed of sword shadows opened one after another, and the flames burned on the white blade, extending the sword body, but it did not affect the sword dance movements of Qing Mian!

Reaching a considerable level of magic and martial arts, and then combining the two, this is the surprise that Qingmian brought to Fukong.

And Fukong, even difficult to dodge.

He could easily get out of the range of the Sword Dance, but Qing Mian was expanding the range of the Sword Dance at this time not just to capture Fukong, but to involve everyone else around him.

Qingmian is completely insane, what civilians, what dynasty soldiers, what other side cultists, she doesn't care at all, all of them are cut into pieces under her sword, and become the firewood of the dead.

She only had Fukong in her eyes.

Whether insidious or shameful, any crooked and evil ways are unscrupulous, as long as you can get closer to him, get closer, grab him, and integrate him into your arms......

Gave Fukong countless weakenings, creating a perfect "octagon cage" for himself, and decades of hard work are all for this moment.

Too many people want to keep his footsteps, compared to the ethereal will to gaze at the world from the sky, Brother Kong is more like a god walking in the world.

Since childhood, I have watched his thin figure grow up, carrying those children led by him forward.

When he grew up, he continued to carry the entire dynasty forward.

She watched silently, tears streaming down her eyes.

Brother Kong is so tired.

Compared to those intentions that wanted him to stop for all kinds of boring reasons, Qingmian's thoughts were simple.

Let him be free from all burdens, all shackles, completely stagnate, and enjoy the eternity that he deserves.

For all this, she will be the only shackle of Brother Kong!

Fukong opened her longsword with a sharp uppercut, and the big sword in her other hand did not hesitate to smash down on Fukong, and Fukong held it up with both hands, and his body sank, and the ground collapsed.

The long sword was also put on the same side, and the two hands pressed down together, and all the flames around it gathered, which was bound to completely overwhelm Fukong.

Some of the people around me who were struggling to persevere saw this.

At first, he was shocked that Fukong would actually be suppressed and fall into the disadvantage.

Then he was even more frustrated and depressed.

As long as they are not stupid, they all know why Fukong fell into disadvantage.

The battle between Fukong and Nasamuel was so powerful, but now he was afraid of going too far, and at the same time, he had to withdraw and rescue them in the battle with the powerful opponent of the other party.

They dragged Fukong back!

"Isn't it aggrieved? Brother Kong? Why not fight back with the God-given Knight's blow? If I had been able to resist that punch, I would have been crushed. If you can't stand it, it's okay to just use all your strength, and smash this castle with me, so that I can feel a little bit of my own value. Qing Mian's body continued to press down, his face close to Fukong, and the breath he revealed when he spoke blew on Fukong's face.

Fukong's eyes narrowed, and he didn't say a word.

Qingmian didn't care.

Continuing to kill will soon backfire, she knows that her actions now are just "coquettish" for Brother Kong, and it will work wonders within a moderate range, but if it is excessive, the plan will be in vain.

Soon, the Flame of Death had gathered enough "death" from the battlefield.

On the top of her head, an invisible arm stretched out, slowly grabbing at Fukong.

Fukong felt a chill down his spine.

Now, take the cute empty brother into your hands......

Well?

The shadow under the feet of the two suddenly expanded, covering the entire city in an instant, and everyone except Fukong and Qingmian was swallowed up and disappeared by the black shadow swamp.

Qing Mian was shocked.

Fukong was also shocked, but then panicked.

Hell, that's too fast!

A black glove suddenly grabbed Qing Mian's neck, Qing Mian quickly spun around, and while the two swords swept, he gave up the suppression of Fukong and directly opened the distance.

The invisible arm was also reluctantly retracted.

Qing Mian frowned and stroked his neck.

What is it?

Just......

Fukong stood in place, not daring to act rashly.

"You two...... It's really capable, hide it from me, and do big things, right? Wan Yi took off the politeness on his head and put it on his chest, and in his deeply sunken eyes, a pair of dark eyes were full of unhappiness.

(End of chapter)