Seeing that Yang Qianming was so stabbing with a wave of his eyebrows without frowning, as if this leg was not on his body, Bei Mingqing not only swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.

He has killed a lot of people, but a person like Yang Qianming who has a firm heart and strong endurance, Bei Mingqing has never seen one.

It's easy to kill someone, but it's not something you can do casually to control yourself from self-harm.

What Bei Mingqing doesn't understand is that for Lan Mei'er, Yang Qianming can do anything, even if he dies, he won't frown.

Yang Qianming's performance made Yu Fan and Dugu Dark Xiang both look horrified, and couldn't help but cover their mouths and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

And witnessing Yang Qianming's self-harm for himself made Lan Meier's tear ducts open instantly, and teardrops were left like jade beads: "Qianming! Don't do this to yourself, I beg you, don't do this!"

Raising her head slightly to look at Lan Mei'er, Yang Qianming let out a bitter smile.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhuang Chenxi not only had turbulent emotions in his heart, but he couldn't imagine that Yang Qianming was so infatuated, and he did not hesitate to harm himself for the sake of his beloved.

"Bang!" Bei Mingqing applauded and said excitedly: "Very good, you are a man, go ahead, let me see how far you can hold on." ”

Feng Qingyun looked at the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in a deep voice to the more than ten people behind him: "It's time for us to play!"

"Okay, Brother Feng!" Among the more than ten people, a young man named Su Li came out and responded in a deep voice.

Just as Yang Qianming swung the Silver Moon Sword and was about to stab into his right leg, under the leadership of Feng Qingyun, more than ten people came from the front of the Northern Darkness.

Looking at Feng Qingyun who suddenly appeared, Bei Mingqing obviously sneered with some surprise: "Brother Feng is really leisurely, doesn't he want to experience the taste of a loser again?"

Hearing the former's swift wind, Feng Qingyun was unmoved, and said with a steady breath and justice: "As a descendant of Uranus, is there no restraint in conduct? Slowly, Feng Qingyun looked at Bei Mingqing, whose face was a little ugly, and then said: "In my eyes, you will always be a scumbag who relies on others, even if you win, what if I win? Shui Ling, doesn't she know which is stronger and which is weaker, doesn't she know that you didn't win the victory with your real skills?"

Listening to Feng Qingyun's repeated bombardment, Bei Yingqing was already angry that the green tendons on his forehead jumped up, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Feng Qingyun, don't think that your Feng family is the head of Uranus, I don't dare to touch you, you don't look in the mirror to see what your identity is, it's just a parasite, I can kill you if I say kill!"

In the face of the insult of Beiyingqing, Feng Qingyun naturally would not be angry, and his face changed and said provocatively: "Don't talk nonsense, do you dare to make a bet?"

"Why don't you dare?" Bei Yingqing was already stunned by Feng Qingyun's anger at this moment, and agreed without thinking about it, Zhang Tao on his side immediately comforted him in his ear when he heard this: "Feng Qingyun has always been insidious and cunning, the young master still doesn't bet with him, let's attack him in groups and kill him!"

Listening to Zhang Tao's analytical words, Bei Mingqing was willing to listen to it, and waved his hand in a deep voice: "Don't say more, this little puppet dares to say that I don't have real skills, I want to see what he can do!"

Seeing that Bei Mingqing had lost his mind in anger, Zhang Tao, who knew what his temper was, did not dare to say more, and immediately retreated to the side and observed the situation helplessly.

Seeing that the North Darkness was set, Feng Qingyun tidied up his long hair that was blown by the wind, and said with a smile on his face: "If you want to prove your skills, then don't rely on the helpers behind you, I am the same, you and I rely on our own skills to fight a fair battle, life and death are determined by heaven, and with the secret technique of the court of judgment to swear that no matter life or death, we will not be held accountable!"

"Okay! I agree!" Bei Mingqing agreed very happily, and threw Lan Mei'er to the side of his subordinates to take care of, and walked towards Feng Qingyun.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyun held back the excitement in his heart, put his hands together on his chest and said in a deep voice: "I, Feng Qingyun, swear by the court of judgment that in the life-and-death battle with the Northern Underworld, life and death are determined by heaven, and no matter whether it is life or death, the Northern Underworld will not be held accountable at all, and the elders in the family will not avenge me!"

Seeing Feng Qingyun take the lead in swearing, the Northern Darkness, who was still a little hesitant, not only put down his heart and said in a firm voice: "I Northern Darkness, swear by the trial court, in the life and death battle with Feng Qingyun, life and death are determined by heaven, no matter life or death, Feng Qingyun will not be held accountable at all, and the elders in the family will not avenge me!"

After the oath was spoken, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the hands of the two, shooting into each other's family tokens.

The secret art of the Inquisition is a long-standing secret method for signing life and death battles, and every child of the ancient family will practice it when he becomes an adult.

This secret technique is used the most, and it is also among these ancient families, it hardly plays a role among ordinary cultivators, and ordinary people have no opportunity to practice this secret technique.

Since most of the children of the ancient families were aggressive by nature, the various courts consulted with each other, fearing that after life and death caused by the fight, it would cause a battle between the families.

So this set of secret techniques was born in the three thousand planes, under the day and night research and development of all the court emperors.

Anyone who swore an oath to fight in the Inquisition would send this message to the other party's family through a family token, as a sign of voluntary life-and-death struggle.

In this way, even if the deceased party is dissatisfied, they will eventually have to swallow the bitter water.

Because the evidence is conclusive, it is a voluntary life-and-death struggle between the children of their respective families, and they can't be justified anywhere.

"Silk shackles!" A million-year-old beast ring under Feng Qingyun's feet released a strong blue light, and then an overwhelming coil of silk appeared behind Feng Qingyun.

Bei Mingqing was caught off guard, and was immediately tied up tightly by the coiled silk, unable to move.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyun looked back at Yang Qianming, who was kneeling on one knee, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't go and save her quickly!"

Hearing this, Yang Qianming suddenly came to his senses, it turned out that Feng Qingyun forced Bei Yingqing to fight, in order to let Lan Mei'er get out of his hands, so that with Yang Qianming's speed, it would be easy to save Lan Mei'er from the hands of the emperor's powerful subordinates.

Seeing that his young master was in a weak position as soon as he came up, Zhang Tao and the others, including all the subordinates of the Northern Underworld, all focused their attention on the battle, and no one noticed the afterimage that swept quickly.

The emperor man who guarded Lan Mei'er only felt a chill on his neck, and then Lan Mei'er in his hand was snatched away, but he opened his mouth desperately, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Poof!" When Yang Qianming left quickly with Lan Mei'er in his arms, blood flowed out of the severed neck of the emperor man.

Seeing that his companion was injured, Zhang Tao and others quickly surrounded him and wanted to treat him, but it was too late, so he had to watch him die and close his eyes.

Looking at Lan Mei'er, who was covered in scars in her arms, Yang Qianming gritted her teeth and said with a guilty face: "Mei'er, I'm sorry!"

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Lan Meier really wouldn't have believed that Yang Qianming would be so crazy for her.

The person she was thinking about day and night was right in front of her, Lan Meier couldn't control her emotions anymore, and her tense pretending to be strong collapsed in front of Yang Qianming in an instant, and she threw herself into the latter's solid chest and cried.

Looking at the lovely child sobbing in his arms, Yang Qianming's heart was about to melt, and the injury on his leg gradually turned from pain to comfort.

The life force in the dantian quietly extended out of the body, and worked hard to heal the penetrating wound, but after a while, the deep wound that could be seen was magically healed.

"It should be me who said I was sorry, but I was too confused at the time to think about it that much. Lan Mei'er, who buried her cheek deep in Yang Qianming's chest, said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Yang Qianming hugged her arm not only tighter, but also said a little angrily: "Fool, don't keep saying sorry, you haven't been sorry for me or anything, if you want to say sorry, I should keep talking to you, because I am sorry for you too much." ”

At this moment, two lovers who have been separated for a long time meet again, even if this is a battlefield filled with the smell of blood, what can they do, the strong love still cannot be concealed.

Looking at Yang Qianming and Lan Mei'er hugging each other tightly, the corners of Dugu Dark Xiang's mouth twitched a few times, and she couldn't hold back the sourness in her heart and didn't cry.

"Can't live without a man without a man?" Yu Fan said angrily.

Glancing at Yu Fan, Dugu Dark Fragrance roared: "You get out of here! Without you, how could Brother Qianming treat me like this, it's all because of you! You big bastard! After you appeared, there were always problems between Brother Qianming and me, all because you were making trouble!" After a pause, Dugu Dark Xiang seemed to suddenly think of something and continued: "What is your purpose? Oh, I know, you also like him, right? You're afraid that me and Mei'er will snatch him away, right?"

Looking at Dugu Dark Fragrance, who was suddenly so crazy, Yu Fan bit his lip and said in a trembling voice: "You bastard! The reason why I did this is not because I ......"

"Because of you, well, you say!" Dugu Dark Xiang saw that Yu Fan was silent when he saw the critical moment, and not only asked even more angrily.

Seeing that Dugu Dark Xiang was so excited, Yu Fan had to suppress what he wanted to say, stared at the ground with a pale face, and no longer had any expression.

"Feng Qingyun, you're fucking fucking with me, aren't you going to fight me alone, you fucking killed me, and you helped that * save her!" After struggling to shake the coil away, Bei Mingqing waved his spear and kept hitting Feng Qingyun in front of him, and couldn't help but curse in his mouth.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyun waved a blood-colored long blade in his hand, constantly blocking the surging spear, and said disdainfully: "Hmph! What kind of morality do you talk about with people like you? When you snatched the water spirit in the first place, how could you tell me what kind of morality? I will tell you, I am yin to you, what can you do to me?"

"I'm going to slaughter you!" Bei Mingqing shouted wildly, and the spear swept into the void like a thousand spear shadows, locking Feng Qingyun into it like a torrential rain.

Seeing Feng Qingyun, who was at the peak of the Emperor's realm at the same time, fighting with the Northern Underworld, Yang Qianming was stunned for a moment, this level of battle was simply a must.

Although the two did not release the incomparably powerful bone technique, nor did they release the powerful beast pill to collide fiercely, the battle between this gun and knife was also very exciting.

Because the two of them, whether it is the Northern Soul who uses the spear, or the Feng Qingyun who uses the blood-colored long blade, they will each have their own gun intent and sword intent.

This is an artistic conception of people and weapons becoming one, just like sword intent, when people and swords are combined into one and do not distinguish each other, maybe what is unleashed is just the most ordinary sword, which is enough to kill you.