The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 163 If there is an afterlife 1
His figure was as fast as lightning, and he arrived in front of Gong Yeqing almost instantly.

Gong Yeqing still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, facing Leng Qingyu's murderous intent, he didn't care.

At the same time, the body leaned back and retreated sharply.

Leng Qingyu pursued closely, a sneer appeared on his face.

Gong Yeqing retreated again and again, while Leng Qingyu pressed on step by step.

Seeing that Gong Yeqing was about to stay away from Leng Qingyu's range.

Leng Qingyu snorted coldly, a bowl-sized red spirit power ball was condensed in the palm of his left hand, he exerted force on his palm, the spirit power ball suddenly left his palm, and swung it towards Gong Yeqing.

"It's time." He murmured.

Facing the attack of the spiritual power ball, Gong Yeqing did not retreat but advanced, and went forward with his whole body.

Seeing this, Leng Qingyu was surprised for a moment, why didn't this person hide?

Hmph, is it a trick?

There was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, holding the bloodthirsty sword in his right hand, they rushed towards Gong Ye together.

The murderous aura is overflowing, and the spring wind is lingering.

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, floating in the soft spring breeze.

Gong Yeqing collided with the spiritual ball.

Blood, like a river flowing through, spewed out from his chest.

Leng Qingyu's hand holding the sword paused, a trace of black flashed in his eyes, and then they were submerged in crimson red again.

Some strange pictures flashed in my mind.

The gentle and elegant smile of the man in white, the affectionate eyes of the man in green, the love of the man in bamboo who risked his life to protect each other...

Tears flowed down inexplicably, looking at the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, a feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

This person cannot be killed, cannot be moved.

Leng Qingyu wanted to stop his movements, but the movements in his hands were always faster than the thoughts in his head.

It was as if there were other forces in her body driving her, so that she could not resist and had to do this.

"Go away." He struggled and shouted.

But it's too late.

The bloodthirsty sword that glowed with the aura of a red demon spirit mercilessly pierced into the body of the person opposite.

The sound of the sword cutting through the skirt of the clothes and piercing into the flesh and blood rippling with the wind.

No one who was present could hear such a small voice.

But someone heard it, and it was true.

Leng Qingyu was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the sword trembled, watching a large amount of blood gushing out from the chest of the man in black, almost permeating the entire upper body.

The smell of blood filled the air, thick and heavy, bringing with it a bleak atmosphere.

Leng Qingyu was stunned on the spot, the images in his mind surged like mad bees, waves and butterflies.

(End of this chapter)