Foreboding
Qu Panyan clutched his chest blankly.
The feeling of anxiety in her heart became more and more intense, making her heart beat up. There was a distant voice echoing in her ears, urging her: "Go to her..."
"Go and find your Su Lingyu..."
The fire spirit silk in the sleeve sensed the change of her heart and jingled loudly, as if echoing that voice, urging her to find Su Lingyu quickly.
Ling'er said, "The bell is ringing."
The impact of the two air currents gradually weakened, Lou Wuhua let go of her hand, and the black fan supported the crescent-like protective barrier in midair. She turned her head and looked at Qu Panyan: "If you want to go , the head teacher will never stop you."
The fire spirit silk was slowly wrapped around her arms, and the fire bell jingled into her palm, looking ready to go.
Qu Panyan squeezed the fire bell tightly, and looked at Lou Wuhua again.
Lou Wuhua nodded slightly at her: "This is God's will, it's what you should do, go, my boy."
Qu Panyan stood solemnly, and bowed deeply to Lou Wuhua: "Thank you, Master, for supporting this disciple."
After that, she took a few steps forward, turned into blue light and rushed to Su Lingyu's side as fast as she could.
...
The bright red blood dripped down on the crystal clear ice, like falling scarlet flames, melting the ice and making it slowly fade away. The black air hanging over the sky was also torn apart dyingly, revealing the blue sky and the dazzling sun.
A thin arm lay on the ground not far away.
Yuan Qijun clutched his chest, smiled lightly and wiped off the blood on his lips, his wide left sleeve was empty, but he didn't care, his eyes only reflected the woman kneeling beside Qianshuangjian.
She is still pretty.
Even if she was covered with bruises, even if she cut off one of his hands, in his eyes, she was still the most beautiful in the world, unmatched by anyone.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air, but Yuan Qijun was very satisfied, looked at Su Lingyu greedily, and said infatuatedly: "Yu'er even blood smells so fragrant..."
Su Lingyu was still holding the hilt of the Qianshuang Sword, and the cold sword was covered with blood. Her hands were full of scars, and these wounds kept cracking during the battles with Yuan Qijun, and the wounds were full of shocking bright red.
Her blood flowed down the hilt, flowed over the sword body, and mixed with Yuan Qijun's blood stained on the sword, making it difficult to distinguish, which made Yuan Qijun even more excited: "Yu'er, look, our The blood fused together."
Su Lingyu's expression froze, she turned the hilt of the sword, and a burst of frosty air suddenly burst out from the blade, and the blood on the sword instantly solidified into ice, which was shaken off in disgust.
She looked at him coldly and said nothing.
She won that battle back then. but now... ...
Su Lingyu looked away and looked at the hand that was chopped off by her—it was the hand that she chopped off back then.
When she cut off this hand, it symbolized that she had won this man. But today when she cut off this hand again, she didn't have the feeling of winning that year, but became more vigilant.
Yuan Qi-jun is different from before, he is even more difficult to deal with.
Seeing her looking at his broken arm, Mr. Yuan Qi couldn't help smiling, and stood up slowly: "Look, Yu'er still cares about me..."
Su Lingyuye frowned, with a solemn expression, and slowly stood up, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with five fingers stained with blood.
Even if two people are seriously injured, they must guard against each other and never die.
The next moment, the scene in front of her made Su Lingyu's eyes widen involuntarily - Mr. Yuan Qi's severed hand put it back in place by itself!
The ones that can be automatically restored are the dead who were turned into ghost soldiers. How could a living person have such sorcery!
Could it be that he could turn himself into a living Yin soldier? !
Su Lingyu's expression became more dignified.
She has never thought that there is such a sorcery in the magic way, let alone that Mr. Yuan Qi is willing to train himself into a yin soldier. How many terrifying experiences are there that ordinary people can't imagine
Yuan Qijun flexibly turned his recovered arm, smiled: "Yu'er, don't you think this is all right?" He said again, "Yu'er, are you happy that I did this for you?"
"Yu'er, in this world, only you and I are a match made in heaven... You can't like others, you can't."
Su Lingyu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so with a move of consciousness, several sharp icicles formed beside him, piercing his heart quickly. The heart is always the weakest and most fatal weakness of a person—no matter how strong the person is.
Su Lingyu was approaching menacingly, and Mr. Yuan Qi dodged left and right like a ghost, but was still stabbed by several icicles, but none of them hit the main point. The last attack was the strongest, Mr. Yuan Qi couldn't dodge it in time, Lianyun spiritual power raised his palm to deal with it, blocked the icicle in mid-air, and then condensed the air in the palm, releasing stronger and denser evil energy from the palm, and the ice was blown away in the blink of an eye The column is completely crushed.
The cold sword light suddenly came forward!
A trace of surprise flashed in Yuan Qi-jun's eyes, and he grasped the blade of the sword almost subconsciously. The sharp point of the sword was not too far away from his chest, and it only needed to move forward a little bit to cut open his clothes and stab at him. Break his flesh and penetrate his most vulnerable place.
Su Lingyu raised two fingers, her fingertips were condensed, all her spiritual power was poured into Qianshuangjian, and her eyes were fixed on Yuanqi Jun and Qianshuangjian.
The expressions of both of them were very dignified and ugly, and they spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.
Yuan Qijun's hand holding the Qianshuang Sword was cut by the sharp blade, and blood and thick black air slowly ooze from his five fingers. Shura came to the world.
He looked back at Su Lingyu: "You want me to die that much?"
Su Lingyu didn't answer.
His complexion changed, and his emotions suddenly became agitated: "Then I want you to die with me!"
"This way you will be mine forever! You can't get rid of me, you can't!!!"
When Su Lingyu was concentrating on Qianshuangjian, a Yin soldier suddenly emerged from behind her. It raised the cold long sword in its hand, and was swept away by a gust of cold air.
Su Lingyu was distracted, and Qianshuangjian's attack was weakened by a bit. Yuan Qijun instantly gained the upper hand, and he threw the sword away with sinister eyes, five fingers bent into claws, and flew towards her, threatening to kill her Die here!
At this moment, a bell sounded through the air, and another voice was heard: "If you want to die, you die yourself!"
Su Lingyu only felt her waist tighten, and she retreated a few meters in the blink of an eye. Yuan Qi-jun rushed to nothing.
After seeing the person in front of her clearly, Su Lingyu's heart tightened: "Go back!"
Qu Panyan put her by the wall: "We are Taoist couples, I will be there wherever Sister Lingyu is."
"Taoist companion?" Yuan Qi-jun straightened up and looked over, with a sinister expression like a ghost, "Say it again?"
Su Lingyu immediately stood up, clutching her chest, and stretched out her hand to pull Qu Panyan back to protect her. Unexpectedly, just as she raised her hand, Qu Panyan suddenly leaned her head on it, and rubbed it obediently, like a cute puppy.
Su Lingyu paused, subconsciously stretched out her long finger and flicked lightly, Qu Panyan looked up at her with a smile and said, "No matter where sister Lingyu is, I will always be with Lingyu elder sister."
Even if it's hell, let's go together.
Su Lingyu was stunned: "Yan'er..."
Looking at Su Lingyu's expression, Lord Yuanqi knew that what Qu Panyan said was true, she was indeed her Taoist companion.
Absurd, simply absurd! How can two women combine!
How can a child be loved by others!
A beloved child will be cut into pieces!
Wisps of black air kept coming out of Yuan Qijun's body. The black air floated around and fell on the ground to form puddles of viscous black liquid. The cold and terrifying Yin soldiers slowly emerged from the liquid. Drill climbed out and surrounded the two of them heavily.
"The child you love," Yuan Qi-jun said grimly, "is going to be shredded into pieces..."
Even if his vitality is seriously injured now, he will never let this little trash go!
Qu Panyan gently pushed Su Lingyu against the wall, slowly placed a defensive circle on her, and then asked, "Do you love sister Lingyu very much?"
Yuan Qi-jun snorted coldly: "In this world, no one can love Yu'er more than me!"
Qu Panyan was neither angry nor annoyed, and responded easily: "Okay, then I will fight with you. If I lose, I will let you be torn into pieces. If you win, you will leave obediently. How about it?"
Mr. Yuan Qi didn't expect her to be so bold, a little waste who is not even close to the realm of gods, what can he use to fight him
What did Yu'er see in her? Is it courage
Mr. Yuan Qi sneered: "Hey, you are so stupid."
As soon as he said the words, he flew forward impatiently, he didn't even want to use the Yin soldiers, he just wanted to tear Qu Panyan to pieces himself - the person who took his Yu'er must be cut into pieces!
Qu Panyan pointed his toes, avoided his attacks flexibly, saw his moves at close range, and only used very basic and popular spells, which caused Yuan Qijun to frowned: "Little waste, are you looking down on me?"
Qu Panyan stretched out her palm to ward off his eagle-clawed five fingers, looked at the few strands of black air in front of her, and said in a relaxed tone: "No, I know these things. If you don't believe me, just ask sister Lingyu."
Su Lingyu's eyes showed anxiety, but she couldn't get out of the defensive circle, she had nothing to do, she could only stand in the defensive circle and said: "Mr. Yuanqi, don't bully the younger generation, your opponent should be me!"
Su Lingyu is upright and proud, and will never lie—at least in Yuan Qijun's impression, so he believed it, and believed that Qu Panyan was just an incompetent offspring.
He twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a sinister smile, his slender arms circled around Qu Panyan's hand like a snake, and quickly and accurately grabbed that fair neck: "Little waste, then you have to be The body will be broken into pieces... ”
Qu Panyan was suddenly deprived of air, and his toes slowly lifted off the ground, almost out of breath, his hands clutching his arms like dying.
What he likes most is seeing people struggling before death, and the breath of despair makes him excited, so he cultivated the way of controlling corpses and killed countless people.
Killing people is the supreme pleasure for him.
Especially killing the ones he loves.
He increased the pressure relentlessly, and slowly crushed her neck. To dismember her body, let's start by crushing her neck.
His mood finally improved a bit, and even the wound on his body didn't hurt so much: "Little waste, die peacefully."
Suddenly, he saw the corners of Qu Panyan's lips raised upwards, revealing a triumphant smile.
Hearing a "bang", the person in his hand suddenly turned into a long white silk.
The long silk was like a snake, and the fire bells at both ends jingled, winding up his arms, without giving him time to react, and bound him into a rice dumpling in the blink of an eye.
Because he was seriously injured in the previous battle with Su Lingyu, he didn't have much spiritual power to break free at this time, so he could only be tied tightly, his eyes widened in surprise.
Qu Panyan suddenly appeared behind him, and reminded softly: "The villain died from talking too much."