The Ghost King and the Demon Queen
693. Linming Moon Hall 13
On the dangerous building, white clothes, black clothes, full of murderous intent.
Luo Wanqing's eyes were red, her body was full of resentment, and her white clothes fluttered, like warm and resentful daffodils, burning in the raging fire, no matter what.
Wuxin didn't dare to relax at all, if she confronted head-on, she would definitely not be Luo Wanqing's opponent.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the outcome is about to be decided, either you die or I die!
Qiutong has no intention of stepping forward to help, Wuxin wins or loses, it's all unintentional choices, she doesn't care at all.
However, it is not necessarily unintentional to lose.
Luo Wanqing's sword movement was chaotic, sand and rocks were flying around, and the sky suddenly darkened.
"Wuxin, you are always my defeat!"
With a loud bang, Luo Wanqing was suddenly promoted to the beginning of the eighth rank.
puff!Wuxin spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was no way to avoid it, like a kite with a broken string, falling from the tower.
"Wuxin, go to hell!" Luo Wanqing suddenly laughed maniacally, jumped down from the tower, and pointed her Bingyi sword at Wuxin's neck.
"Heartless!"
Jing Ao turned pale with fright, before he had time to think, he jumped up from the flame lion and caught the black gauze figure descending from the sky.
A quiet medicinal fragrance wafted over, mixed with a strong smell of blood.
"Wuxin, Wuxin..." Jing Ao hugged her tightly, her body was as light as a feather, as if she would float away at any moment.
Wuxin's face was pale, his consciousness was confused, and his eyes reflected the dark sky.
A lot of messy voices hovered in her ears, thunder, fighting, roaring, as if someone was calling her, unintentionally, unintentionally...
From now on it will be called... Wuxin, Ruqing Wuxin.
There was no expected death, and she vaguely felt falling into an embrace, which was warm and had the fragrance of saponins, but it was very strange.
No, her voice is very soft, like the sound of an ancient flute, mysterious and bewitching.Her embrace is cold, without a trace of smell, only the breath of cold charm.
"No heart, no heart..."
"Let go!" Leng Qing's eyes opened, cold as snow, she quickly got down from his arms, raised her plain hand, and grabbed his neck.
Before Jing Ao could react, he saw Luo Wanqing swinging a sword at Wuxin's back.
"Wuxin, be careful, ahem..."
Jing Ao was almost suffocated, and in desperation, he suddenly hugged Wuxin, turned to one side, and dodged Bingyi Sword.
"Let go! Pfft!" Furious, Wuxin spat out another mouthful of blood, and her footsteps were unsteady.
Unintentionally seeing Luo Wanqing, she let Jing Ao go, dragged her vain steps with difficulty, and prepared to face the battle.
"Wuxin, don't go!" Jing Ao rushed up to block Wuxin.
Wuxin pushed Jing Ao away, but the push was in vain, Jing Ao had already rushed out and started fighting with Luo Wanqing.
Flames!
With a bang, the flames shot into the sky.
Luo Wanqing backed away again and again, her glass-colored pupils reflected the firelight, vicious and vicious.
"Miss Luo, please do your best." Standing on the stone pillar, Jing Ao advised.
Luo Wanqing could hear what he meant, that he would not show mercy, and even wanted to put her to death.
"Otherwise? Master Dongfang, will you let me go?"
"No, whether you live or die today is your fate." Jing Ao said calmly with a stern expression.
"Fate?" Luo Wanqing smiled sadly, and suddenly remembered that seven years ago during the Jinli Kingdom Palace Change, Dongfang Jingao begged her to let Dongfang Jingxuan go, but now that she thinks about it, she was too naive back then.
"None of you is qualified to talk about fate with me! Which one of you has a better life than me, Luo Wanqing?!" Luo Wanqing roared sadly.
Thousands of sword shadows came covering the sky and covering the earth.
Jing Ao frowned, Luo Wanqing was more powerful than he imagined.
Jing Ao quickly used his stunts, he seldom used real skills, but it doesn't mean he can tolerate everything.Luo Wanqing has already hurt Wuxin, so she can only disappear.
Luo Wanqing's eyes were red, her body was full of resentment, and her white clothes fluttered, like warm and resentful daffodils, burning in the raging fire, no matter what.
Wuxin didn't dare to relax at all, if she confronted head-on, she would definitely not be Luo Wanqing's opponent.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the outcome is about to be decided, either you die or I die!
Qiutong has no intention of stepping forward to help, Wuxin wins or loses, it's all unintentional choices, she doesn't care at all.
However, it is not necessarily unintentional to lose.
Luo Wanqing's sword movement was chaotic, sand and rocks were flying around, and the sky suddenly darkened.
"Wuxin, you are always my defeat!"
With a loud bang, Luo Wanqing was suddenly promoted to the beginning of the eighth rank.
puff!Wuxin spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was no way to avoid it, like a kite with a broken string, falling from the tower.
"Wuxin, go to hell!" Luo Wanqing suddenly laughed maniacally, jumped down from the tower, and pointed her Bingyi sword at Wuxin's neck.
"Heartless!"
Jing Ao turned pale with fright, before he had time to think, he jumped up from the flame lion and caught the black gauze figure descending from the sky.
A quiet medicinal fragrance wafted over, mixed with a strong smell of blood.
"Wuxin, Wuxin..." Jing Ao hugged her tightly, her body was as light as a feather, as if she would float away at any moment.
Wuxin's face was pale, his consciousness was confused, and his eyes reflected the dark sky.
A lot of messy voices hovered in her ears, thunder, fighting, roaring, as if someone was calling her, unintentionally, unintentionally...
From now on it will be called... Wuxin, Ruqing Wuxin.
There was no expected death, and she vaguely felt falling into an embrace, which was warm and had the fragrance of saponins, but it was very strange.
No, her voice is very soft, like the sound of an ancient flute, mysterious and bewitching.Her embrace is cold, without a trace of smell, only the breath of cold charm.
"No heart, no heart..."
"Let go!" Leng Qing's eyes opened, cold as snow, she quickly got down from his arms, raised her plain hand, and grabbed his neck.
Before Jing Ao could react, he saw Luo Wanqing swinging a sword at Wuxin's back.
"Wuxin, be careful, ahem..."
Jing Ao was almost suffocated, and in desperation, he suddenly hugged Wuxin, turned to one side, and dodged Bingyi Sword.
"Let go! Pfft!" Furious, Wuxin spat out another mouthful of blood, and her footsteps were unsteady.
Unintentionally seeing Luo Wanqing, she let Jing Ao go, dragged her vain steps with difficulty, and prepared to face the battle.
"Wuxin, don't go!" Jing Ao rushed up to block Wuxin.
Wuxin pushed Jing Ao away, but the push was in vain, Jing Ao had already rushed out and started fighting with Luo Wanqing.
Flames!
With a bang, the flames shot into the sky.
Luo Wanqing backed away again and again, her glass-colored pupils reflected the firelight, vicious and vicious.
"Miss Luo, please do your best." Standing on the stone pillar, Jing Ao advised.
Luo Wanqing could hear what he meant, that he would not show mercy, and even wanted to put her to death.
"Otherwise? Master Dongfang, will you let me go?"
"No, whether you live or die today is your fate." Jing Ao said calmly with a stern expression.
"Fate?" Luo Wanqing smiled sadly, and suddenly remembered that seven years ago during the Jinli Kingdom Palace Change, Dongfang Jingao begged her to let Dongfang Jingxuan go, but now that she thinks about it, she was too naive back then.
"None of you is qualified to talk about fate with me! Which one of you has a better life than me, Luo Wanqing?!" Luo Wanqing roared sadly.
Thousands of sword shadows came covering the sky and covering the earth.
Jing Ao frowned, Luo Wanqing was more powerful than he imagined.
Jing Ao quickly used his stunts, he seldom used real skills, but it doesn't mean he can tolerate everything.Luo Wanqing has already hurt Wuxin, so she can only disappear.
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