The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Looking for death!" Dongfang Jingxuan yelled angrily, gathering the flames again, a fire dragon sprang out and swept away.

Between the lightning and the flint, a fierce decisive battle unfolded, a duel between ice and fire.

Where the fire dragon passed by, flammable objects burned violently, rising thick smoke, and instantly turned into ashes.

Suddenly, countless ice walls kept changing, blocking the fire dragon's castration, and clouds of white mist rose.

Until all the fire dragons were extinguished, the ice wall broke and turned into countless slivers of ice, which hit Dongfang Jingxuan at a very high speed, unstoppable.

Dongfang Jingxuan was shocked, and quickly backed away, but the ice was approaching at a faster speed, he was horrified, and his eyes were full of fear of death.

Just when the ice was half a foot away from Dongfang Jingxuan, suddenly, a hurricane swept across, and with a bang, a ball of flames melted the ice.

"Ye Chen, can you spare his life?" Jing Ao forced a smile, the so-called good players don't make smiles, although they don't have much friendship with Ye Chen, at least they have known each other for many years, this favor should be bought.

Ye Chen didn't speak, and then left, she only asked him to save the person, the person was already saved, it didn't matter whether he killed the others or not.

Luo Wanqing hesitated for a moment, wanted to say something, but never said it, he was too silent and indifferent, if she thanked him, it would appear that she was hypocritical.

In the end, with a slight sigh in her heart, he rescued him twice, but she only knew his name was Yechen, who on earth was he?

"Miss Luo, I'm sorry, can you sell me a favor." Jing Ao said cheekily, he has always been thick-skinned.

"Young Master Dongfang is serious, Second Young Master Dongfang has no intention of hurting me, so I will take my leave first." Luo Wanqing said with a slight smile, then boarded the egret and left in a hurry.

Dongfang Jingxuan was shocked, his eyes were full of disbelief, Dongfang Jingao would save him?Humph, he doesn't need it!

"Jing Xuan, why don't you go back first." Jing Ao really didn't know what to say, and finally managed to utter such a sentence.

"Why?" Jing Xuan said coldly, he hated Dongfang Jingao, no matter how outstanding he was, his father only had Dongfang Jingao in his eyes, just because he was a bastard? !

"What why?" Jing Ao was a little embarrassed, he knew that Jing Xuan didn't like him, he really failed as a big brother.

Suddenly, there was a bang of thunder, and the wind swept through the clouds, flying sand and rolling stones.

Nangong Lue and his Eudemons fell to the ground together, his eyes were red and wide open, reflecting the gray sky, and the blood from his body was bleeding, indicating that he was struggling on the verge of death.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dead, the army is routed, and defeat is imminent. Many soldiers abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

The fighting ceased.

The dust has settled.

The royal palace has gone through a bloody baptism, a ruined building, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Dongfang Jingxuan took two steps back tremblingly, shook his head in disbelief, lost?

Jing Ao walked over to Nangong Chen, saw that he had done a good job, and said suavely, "Chen, are you seriously injured?"

"Shut up! Where's Qing'er?" Nangong Chen glared at Jing Ao. Jing Ao wouldn't make a move until the last moment. He was very treacherous and hurt Qing'er.

"Partial! Why didn't you ask me first if I was injured?" Jing Ao ruthlessly despised Nangong Chen in his heart, forgetting righteousness at the sight of color!

"Hmph, do you look injured?" Nangong Chen snorted coldly. The guy didn't even move a finger, was neatly dressed, and looked like a suave nobleman. Banquet, tryst.