The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"You shot too hard." Jing Ao said in a strict voice, with a hint of anger.

"What does it have to do with you?" Wu Xin said coldly, compared to Yan Dian's torture chamber, this is not cruel at all.

"Even if Nangong Yu speaks contemptuously, makes things difficult, or even has murderous intentions, you shouldn't be so cruel. Otherwise, what's the difference between you and Nangong Yu?" Jing Ao said angrily. She was so vicious at a young age. Don't make people angry!

"Teach me? You don't have the qualifications yet!" Wu Xin said coldly.

"I'm not qualified, but if you want to kill someone today, you have to pass me first!" Jing Ao said angrily.

Wu Xin's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of sullenness and killing intent flashed, she raised her plain sleeve, and the knife on the ground was swept up by the strong wind, and attacked Jing Ao.

Jing Ao's eyes were full of anger, and the killing intent in her eyes was clear, she actually wanted to put him to death, so he didn't have to be polite!

"The wind is coming! Break!" Jing Ao took two steps back, waved his robe sleeve, and the saber stopped. In an instant, four or five knives were all shattered into pieces, scattered like thin ice.

At the same time, a strong palm wind swept towards Wu Xin, Jing Ao hesitated for a moment, and slightly weakened the palm wind.

Wuxin narrowly escaped, she was unwilling to be defeated by Dongfang Jingao, her illusion skills were not very good, so she had to fight hard, kicked up a knife on the ground, and with a flash of her figure, she slashed at Jingao.

Jing Ao easily dodged, and in an instant, the two figures changed rapidly, back and forth, chasing after each other.

Qiutong looked at the car curtain with a complicated expression, but hesitated to speak, the master did not speak for a long time, if it continued, the scene would only become more rigid.

"Small tricks." Jing Ao dodged the knife again, stretched forward, and aimed at her veil.

"Really?" Wuxin sneered, and with a wave of plain robe sleeves, a white fluorescent light radiated.

Jing Ao had already got the things in his hands, and when he saw the white fluorescent light rushing towards his face, he was shocked, she struck too hard, he didn't want to disfigure his face, so he backed away immediately.

Wuxin felt a chill on her face, the veil was taken off, and the anger rose sharply in her heart, she looked at Jing Ao coldly, the murderous intent in her beautiful eyes became even worse.

Jing Ao was stunned, as if he couldn't even breathe easily, just from her eyes, he could guess that she must be beautiful, but he didn't expect her beauty to be suffocating, desolate and flawless, elegant like a white lotus, cold and proud like a plum blossom .

Even Nangong Chen was startled, his eyes paused on her face, and memories flooded involuntarily. He had only seen this girl twice, but for some reason, he was deeply impressed.

The first time was on the street two years ago, when she and Qinger were arguing for a little boy. At that time, he was still a little displeased with her being arrogant; the second time was in Lance Square, when he watched her from a distance from a tall building... …

"I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you." Jing Ao was stunned. Taking off her veil was purely out of curiosity. He could see that she wanted to kill him again, but he didn't want to fight her anymore, so he walked over slowly and handed her the veil. veil.

Wuxin didn't mean to pick it up, she waved her plain sleeves, raised her veil, raised her knife, and waved it a few times, the white veil instantly shattered into pieces, falling down like snow.

Jing Ao was stunned again, but this time it was an angry surprise, she was so disgusted?

"Fake benevolence and righteousness." Wu Xin sneered, pointing the cold knife point at Jing Ao, her arrogance would not allow her to be defeated!She doesn't even have this level of strength, and she can't even teach a single Nangong language, how can she stand by the master's side?

"Wuxin shouldn't be able to beat that person, Qiutong, shouldn't you go up and help?" Qing Jun bent his lips, seemingly kindly suggesting.