Chapter 52: Ghost King Qin Qing 3

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Gu Mo heard the words and immediately looked at Zhu Yuan. It has to be said that the red Yunxia satin fairy on Zhu Yuan's body is really conspicuous among the group of black demon, but the most eye-catching is not the color of the shirt, but the fabric-fairyland The famous Yunxia satin, the wedding dress worn by Shuangxian when she was married.
According to Qiyuan's words, this other suit should now be wearing Yun Caiye.
"Are you married with your master?!" Gu Mo's eyes widened and he shouted.
Zhu Yuan and Huang Ye confronted each other, and heard that the staring pupil stared at Huang Ye did not move at all, but the corner of his lips was aroused, and he replied, "Not yet, but soon. After all... We have performed the ceremony of Zhou Gong, it does not matter if we are not naturalized or not."
The last sentence of his last sentence dragged on for a while, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the soul-giving and lingering night.
As soon as Zhu Yuan spoke out, Huang Ye stepped forward and pulled out the black sword in his waist to quickly stab towards Zhu Yuan.
The swordsmanship of Yuncaiye, the first sword in the fairy world, is famous in the Six Realms, but his swordsmanship was taught by Huang Ye. After 30,000 years passed, Yun Caiye continued to cultivate, but Huang Ye never stopped practicing in swordsmanship. Even if the two of them are up against each other, the outcome is difficult to determine.
And Zhu Yuan was only Yun Caiye's youngest disciple. The entry time was less than 100 years. He broke through the Zhenmo Pagoda. Because Tiandi Xianhua's suppression did not come out of the fairy world, everyone thought that Zhu Yuan would certainly not be a nightfall opponent. . But surprisingly, no matter how fast the wild night swings his sword, Zhu Yuan can easily avoid all his moves with only a slight step. After dozens of strokes, he actually took out a small wooden sword from nowhere, covered it with sword gas and shocked the Xuan Jian of the Ye Ye, and then pressed step by step, using the sword trick that Ye Ye had just used. In one form, he was full of anger and returned.
The sword qi scattered everywhere, the tree broke the stone, and if it wasn't for the ghost moon to stretch the aura cover, the strong spiritual force fluctuations here have already attracted the fairy people who patrolled the human world.
The two people who were entangled in bone and ink were stunned. They said: Yun Caiye, a little apprentice, is much stronger than Huang Ye, and even the mentoring and chaos. Lun can say things without changing his face. It's nothing like the fate of the barren night, not only don't say it yourself, but don't allow others to say it.
The demon prince desolate night, called Yun Ye 30,000 years ago, is only one word away from the name of his apprentice, Yun Caiye, the first sword in the fairy world.
This was once known to the entire demon high-level.
However, after Huang Ye became the prince, the demon God Zhong Zhong ordered that no one should mention the matter, and the offenders would be strangled. For 30,000 years, the demons of the demons who have been exterminated and disintegrated because of violating this precept do not know the geometry. Until now, no one except the twelve demons knows this matter.
The demons and spirits are unknown and do not understand. Why does Huang Zhong not allow anyone to start the night before the night of the night, but these demons know them. The reason is too simple-Huang Ye likes Yun Cai Ye.
I like to give him his mother's surname, and even split his name in half.
But what's the use?
He liked the man, and he didn't understand his feelings from beginning to end.
Gu Mo sneered disdainfully, and then looked sideways at Qiyuan, who was staring attentively at Huang Ye and Zhu Yuan, seeing that he hadn't paid attention to himself, so he planned to slip away. He just stooped to pick up the small streamer, and the yellow robe Taoist who had been sitting on his knees silently shouted, "Return Qin Qing to me!" The sight of Qi Yuan was immediately drawn.
"Fuck! I'm into your mother!" Gu Mo shouted, letting out the only ghost of Xiaowa now. "I'm afraid of you, I let you go, can you save me?"
As soon as Qin Qing came out of the little streamer, the world where everyone was staying was a breeze. The sound of ghosts and foxes sounded out of thin air, and the black mist in the air converged. In the meantime, there was a shadowy and miserable green ghost fire, and the ghost moon was smashed instantly. Aura hood with a lot of magic power.
"Huh, it is worthy of being a lonely ghost king who can withstand one hundred thousand ghost troops by one person." Gu Mo shook his head and sighed. If he had not greatly reduced his skill now, he would do his utmost to surrender the ghost and earn him. He was driven by the Chinese confession, "Thank you! I'll repay you again when I have a chance!"
Gu Mo jumped his feet, and the black gauze fluttered through the forest with a few ghosts and disappeared.
Qiyuan hurried up, but was blocked by a blazing green fire. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the ghost floating in the air halfway.
The ghost was tall, but very thin, and the whole body was cold and windy, and the black hair fluttered like a feather in the air, and the two sleeves of black yarn and the angle of the Xuanyi coat hunted in the wind. A gust of wind flicked away the dark hair covering his face, revealing a peerless look that did not lose to Yun Caiye.
But if Yun Caiye's appearance gives the cold feeling of a pear tree like a snow-pressed branch, then he is the wild sunset in the yellow sand, reckless, aggressive and imposing.
"Qin Qing! Are you okay?" Huang Pao Taoist saw that the person he had been thinking about was finally released, and he quickly rushed to the side of his lips and stood beside him and waved his hand to say hello.
Qin Qing glared at him with hatred, "Shut up! Go back and beat you!"
There was a shadowy bird of prey on Qiyuan's face. With his sleeves drawn and his sword about to move forward, he heard a rapid sound of footsteps moving from far and near. Several men wearing blue-violet fairy clothes came with swords in a short time-it was Yun The night star and Zhu Yuan only met the Xingsumen and his party.
Seeing this, Qi Yuan clenched her teeth secretly, and Qin Qing’s streamers were too moved, and the spirit aura of Guiyue was broken again. Now the people at Xingsu Gate have come, and I think that Yuncai Ye should arrive soon.
The man in the purple robe, headed by Qiyuan, shrank suddenly, threw a very thick gold rope at once, and shouted loudly to the remaining six people: "Arrange!"
The six people heard the sound, and after catching the gold thread, they quickly set up a seven-star and eight-trigram array in the forest, corresponding to the Big Dipper in the sky. At the next instant, they saw a white light pouring down from the sky, bringing the entire Zeruizhou Enveloped in it.
Once the fairy demon fights, innocent mortals will definitely be involved, with countless casualties. This seven-star and eight-trigram array is an array of enlisting soldiers in the fairy world. Wherever the array method is, mortals do not enter the earthly palace, but can die and be resurrected. See, fight to the end.
At that time, the Demon Realm was defeated by this method-Immortal Realm has a steady stream of reinforcements, and the Demon Realm is overwhelmed even if there are countless strong troops, and the great prince died in that battle.
But now, he is ready.
Qi Yuan smiled coldly and took two steps back, summoning the Demon Guard near him, and whispered: "You go find Ren Shanzi, let him start."
However, the afterglow of the barren night, which was stalemate with Zhu Yuan, swept to the white light, and the blood red in his eyes was a little deeper. Although he still had no half expression on his face, Zhu Yuan saw from his eyes that he was seeing Yun Cai When night treats others well, it often shows hate and jealousy.
He didn't know who this person was originally, but since he took out Yun Caiye's small wooden sword, he knew who he was in shock, surprise, and pain in the eyes of this person.
"Master Zu." Zhu Yuan has always had a smile on his face. The more ruthless the night's attack, the more cheerful he laughed. "Failure to give you tea is Zhu Yuan's unfilial piety, but please have a drink of me and Master. Wine is OK."
When Huang Ye heard the words, the air around him was instantly colder, and the expression on his face was even colder, but he still said nothing, clenching his sword in his hand, like the fairy slashing tactics that Yun Caiye swayed in the past That fierce, he waved a very heavy sword energy towards Zhu Yuan, Zhu Yuan did not evade, gently raised the wooden sword in his hand to take the sword energy.
Where the sword gas swept, the water mist in the air condensed into frost, and it fell from the air, and the violent sword gas instantly crushed the stones in front with dust to destroy the withered wind, but Zhu Yuan was in this sword gas. However, the only thing that was different was the wooden sword in his hand, whose blade body was blown into powder by the sword gas, and dissipated in the air with the cold frost and cold wind.
The night of the night disappeared in place and turned into a residual image, but it appeared in front of Zhu Yuan at almost the same time.
Jianguang shimmered, and a sword fell into the heart.
One red, one black and two figures still stalemate.
Zhu Yuan lowered his head slightly, looking at the sword stuck in his chest, and laughed in a low voice. He looked up again, and the deep red vertical pupils turned back into a circle. He looked at the night with the pitiful eyes of a hungry dog ​​looking at the roadside beggars, released his right hand, and let the hilt of the sword body fall to the ground, with only two people. The audible voice said, "You lost."
The hilt made a shadow in the air and made a slight muffled sound when it fell on the soft ground.
"Zhu Yuan!"
When Huangye heard the sound, his pupil shrank suddenly, and the sword in his hand almost turned into a hot red iron block at that moment, which made him almost unable to hold it. His figure trembled slightly, and he pulled out the sword inserted in Zhuo Yuan's chest and stumbled back a few steps before finally stabilizing his figure with the sword.
He looked at the flying red figure behind Zhu Yuan, his face instantly turned pale, fingers hanging from his sleeves clasped into the flesh, and his lips opened and silently shouted a silent name: Caiye... …
However, the man did not glance at him.
He just looked anxious, looking at another person wearing the same color clothes with pain and distress, shouting his name repeatedly.
With a bang, like a sword, like a car chariot, he ran over his bruised heart.