The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Miss!" Yi Lan was shocked, and immediately chased after her.

The white beautiful shadow, like a goddess of nemesis from the nine heavens, with sharp eyes, walked through the smoke, raised the sword, and pointed directly at Wuxin on the tower.

"Don't want the antidote?" Wu Xin jumped up and went to the height of the tower.

"Even if I die, I will be buried with you and Hanyue Qiongying!" Luo Wanqing said harshly.

"Buried with us? You don't even have the qualifications to be buried with us, you are not worthy." Wuxin thought it was ridiculous, Luo Wanqing deserved to be compared with her?Not even a single finger of the master!

"You all go to hell!" Luo Wanqing almost lost her mind, and her beautiful face became ferocious.

"Then I have no choice but to let your life stay here first!" Wu Xin kicked up the sword on the ground, facing the wind.

Yi Lan was terrified, so she also joined the battle circle, if she didn't kill Wu Xin, the lady would not give up.

It is obviously a bit difficult for Wuxin to fight one against two, but her pride does not allow her to lose, and she has never won by force.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound from the sky, and a vigorous falcon circled above the ruined building.

Qiu Tong squinted her eyes, flew down, came to Yi Lan at an invisible speed, and threw Yi Lan out with a single palm.

Yilan was startled, her blood was surging from the shock, and she quickly turned over to meet Qiutong's attack.

Qiutong's right shoulder injury has not healed yet, but it is more than enough to deal with Yilan.

"Overthinking one's abilities." Qiu Tong smiled contemptuously, and grabbed Yi Lan's neck.

"Ahem..." Yilan had trouble breathing, her face was pale, and she was shaking all over. She recognized Qiutong, the person she held hostage in Yancheng that day.

Qiu Tong exerted a little force on her hand, and there was a click, and Yi Lan's eyes widened, but there was no color in her eyes.

Yi Lan's body slid down to the ground, she had lost her breath.

"Yilan!" Luo Wanqing rushed over, hugged Yilan's body, and cried bitterly.

Wuxin looked at Qiutong and frowned: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"I'll come when I come." Qiu Tong leaned against the broken stone pillar, watching Luo Wanqing and Yi Lan's master-servant love as if watching a play.

"Really?" Wuxin didn't believe it, not to mention that Qiutong was injured, Qiutong had always been well-behaved, and would never come without the master's order.

"I'll tell you when you get rid of Luo Wanqing." Qiu Tong took a few steps back, leaving space for Wuxin. The two had feuded for many years, so she just continued watching the show.

Luo Wanqing put down Yilan, her eyes were ferocious, as if she was a ghost crawling out of hell.

"I'm going to kill you all!" Luo Wanqing brought up the Bingyi Sword with a murderous look.

"That depends on whether you have the ability." Wuxin sneered.

The two confront each other again, and the old and new grievances burst out at this moment, and it probably needs a settlement.

The shadow of the sword is thousands of miles away!

Luo Wanqing's hair was disheveled, and she raised her magic power to the extreme, reaching a state of madness.

Thousands of sword shadows spread out, and there was a loud rumbling noise. The originally dilapidated city tower became a piece of ruined walls at this moment.

Jing Ao and Nangong Chen heard the reputation and saw Luo Wanqing chasing and killing Wu Xin.

"I'll go, you stay, I won't let Wuxin have trouble." Jing Ao pushed Nangong Chen away, because he was worried that Nangong Chen would show mercy to Luo Wanqing.

Nangongchen laughed, for some reason, he seemed to be less and less needed, Jing Ao didn't need him, Wuxin didn't need him, Qiongying didn't need him...

There is nothing for him to protect, this feeling of being lost makes him instantly lose his direction, he doesn't know what to do, he can't see the front, not only loneliness, but even fear, he seems to have... nothing.