The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

At this moment, Ming Qianhe, who was originally a tall man in Fengyun Continent, was as weak as a three-year-old child in front of the bald middle-aged man!

Qingkuang's five fingers had just hooked the strings of the zither, and was about to strike. At the sight in front of him, the strength in his body turned, and he suddenly turned from attack to defense.

An ear-piercing shrill sound resounded among the strings, and the eight strings had been tightened by Qing Kuang with all his strength.

The defensive spirit of the ancient martial arts force was tightly attached to Ming Qianhe's chest.

However, under the incomparable power of the Holy King, such a defense is simply irresistible. [

Qing Kuang only felt his whole body tremble, as if the black spiritual power emitted by the Holy King did not fall on the strings of the zither, but hit his whole body like a heavy hammer.My heart tightened, there was a bang, and there was a neighing in my ears!

"not good!"

Qing Kuang was startled suddenly, and when he looked intently, a dark red silk string on the Xianmo Guqin had been broken, scattered aside like a blood vessel, and was trembling slightly.

As soon as the strength of the defense was dispersed, the domineering blow of the Holy King, like a boulder, landed heavily on Ming Qianhe's chest.

"Wow!"

Following Ming Qianhe's old scream, a large mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth.The whole body fell to the ground like a leaf falling in the wind, and immediately lost all fighting power.

On the stringed ink guqin, a burst of red light flashed.

That is the scene revealed when the strings of red flames are impacted by forces beyond their level.

"Senior Ming! Are you okay!"

Qingkuang quickly ran over and helped Ming Qianhe up with one hand, but saw his face was pale, his lips were trembling uncontrollably, and just about to say something, he suddenly saw the broken string on the Qinmo Guqin in Qingkuang's hand, a kind of Unprecedented horror filled his old face.

call!

A black figure flew towards Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe uncontrollably. Before they could see clearly, Ao Junxie had already landed heavily on the ground, staggered, and backed out again and again, taking a full twenty steps Outside, relying on a towering ancient tree, he barely stopped.

In his hand, the long sword had lost its tip and was several inches shorter.Even the broken place is still a fiery dark red left after being melted...

It's just that such a careless move has already sent all three of them away!

Such strength, for Qingkuang and his group, is far from being able to describe it as shocking!

Wumian is right!In front of the Holy King, it seemed that any ordinary power also became illusory.

In front of Ao Junxie and Ming Qianhe who were defeated, Qing Kuang suddenly ignited a rage in his heart. He didn't care how powerful the enemy in front of him was, picked up the stringed ink guqin, and was about to rush up the steps.

However, just as he stepped forward with one foot, Ming Qianhe stretched out his hand and grabbed it firmly.

Qing Kuang was startled, and when he turned his head to look, Ming Qianhe's haggard and old face looked more and more exhausted and dying. [

At this moment, he was already suffering from severe internal injuries, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence, but with all his strength, he held Qingkuang's hand tightly, gritted his teeth, and shook his head solemnly at her, signaling that Qingkuang Don't go up to die!

On the steps, the holy king in a beautiful white robe gently stretched his fingers.

In the palm, part of the ashes of Ao Junxie's burned sword slowly fell.

"Give up, you pathetic weaklings! The Gate of Darkness is a place you can set foot in!"