Alchemy&Martial Supreme

Over and over again, Qin Ming has forgotten the time and pain. He only feels that his body is growing stronger and his heart is happy.

The flow of magma began to slow down, and the plume of fire began to fall slowly.

Even some bluebirds accidentally fell into the pillar of fire, contaminated with magma, and instantly brought into it, burning to ashes.

The death of these bluebirds calms down the rest of them. Although they are still fighting, they are far from crazy.

The plume of fire retreated completely, and the magma flow became slower and slower.

Although the blue jingniao is very reluctant to give up, they have no way but to wander in the sky.

At this time, the bluethorn's attention turned to the sky, a mouse and a man, they had an interest.

Multicolored felt the atmosphere in the air became depressed, looked at the blue jingniao, and suddenly shivered, hiding in the Qinwu arms.

Qin dance is also awakened, eyes slowly recover, look at the sky in the blue jingniao, and see the colorful arms.

Holding out her white hands, she touched her beautiful little head like Qin Ming.

Looking up, looking at the momentum against her blue jingniao, Qin dance, momentum boiling all over, whether she can win or not, whether it will die.

All she knew was that she was angry and needed to vent.

Under the influence of Qin Wu Zun's momentum, the blue jingniao in the sky immediately became more boiling and angry.

It's just a wuzun. Just now there are two wuzuns. They are waiting for precious food. They didn't attack. Now they dare to fight back.

Groups of blue jingniao, groups, toward the Qin dance impact, with boundless momentum, blue pressure pressure one.

Looking at the impact of the blue jingniao, Qin dance face without any fear, take out the long sword, eyes sharp at them.

"Die for me!"

As soon as one moves, Qin dance is to attack with all one's strength. The sword is flying across the sky, and the spirit of the sword is soaring like the sea.

Clattered, a blue jingniao like dumplings general, fell from the sky.

The death of their companions did not make these bluebirds afraid, but aroused their ferocity and made the impact more violent.

Although Qin dance is a strong warrior, she is still hurt by the endless blue jingniao.

There is no pain on her face, but there is a frenzy. Qin Ming is dead, and she doesn't mean much to live in this world. It's good to have a vent before she dies and kill these hateful blue jingniao.

The sword in Qin dance's hand is not in order. A blue jingniao is passing by her side with bloodstains.

The blue jingniao died more and more blood stains on Qin dance's body. The most important thing is that she has begun to pant, and her sword is not as fast as it was just now.

Seeing that Qin dance seems to be exhausted, the blue jingniao is more excited. They are only imperial Warcraft. If they can eat wuzun, the benefits to them are self-evident.

Maybe, after eating this wuzun, some birds among them can break through the wuzun realm.

"Are you going to die? That's good! "

Qin dance took a look at the magma under the eyes, there is no memory of the world.

She waved the sword more and more slowly, and finally simply stopped, opened her arms, closed her eyes, and calmly met the death.

See Qin dance give up, blue jingniao issued excited calls, more daring from her side, with a piece of blood stains.

Qin dance in the sky is covered with blood.