Chapter 592: Revenge (3)

"Qing Yun, kill her!"
Meng Tianxiao, who was injured by Jushafu for most of her body, saw Yang Zimei's weakness and ordered.
"what--"
Qing Yun's body swelled and became stronger, and his strength doubled. The whole fist, like a big hammer, hit Yang Zimei's body.
The pain in her chest began again violently, making her dodging movements slower and slower.
Seeing that the bones were about to be crushed by Qingyun's fist ...
The emergence of a red sword volley blocked the oncoming fist ...
Qingyun took a few steps backwards, staring in horror at the "person" that suddenly appeared.
Yang Zimei was also startled, opened his eyes wide, and called with an unbelievable tone, "Day by day-"
Long Zhu Tian just looked back at her, and did not respond to her. He waved the general in his hand and approached Qingyun. The figure was ghostly, erratic, without any sound.
Yang Zimei found that the dragon did not touch the ground, and his whole body seemed to float in the air.
The sun shone and penetrated his body directly ...
How is this going?
Is this her hallucination?
She raised her hand and bit her finger, looking at it clearly.
That's right!
Standing with the living dead in front of her was exactly what she thought about day and night, but the dragon that should not appear here at this time should be seen day by day.
He was also wearing a black nightgown, with a loose tie around his waist.
However, the clothes seemed to be empty.
But the sword in his hand was real. Under the sunlight, the blood-red light was flowing, the sword edge was cold, and it was forced to Qingyun.
what's the problem?
"By day--"
Her voice shuddered.
Long Zhutian did not answer her.
What Meng Tianxiao can see, only a crimson sword is dancing in the volley, pushing Qingyun back step by step.
How is this going?
Could she have such a great ability to control her soul to help her fight?
It stands to reason that it is impossible for the soul to control physical attacks.
Is it Primordial?
At the moment he was thinking, he saw that the sword was cut in the air ...
Qing Yun's head separated from his body and flew to the side ...
"Qing Yun!"
Meng Tianxiao screamed in pain, and chanted.
Yang Zimei saw countless maggots coming out of Qingyun's broken neck and crawled towards her.
In a hurry, Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower and the small bell.
When the maggots saw the little iron tower, they immediately stopped and crawled, and frantically moved about a meter away from her, leaving Meng Tianxiao constantly chanting.
What magic weapon does she have?
These maggots that have been in Qingyun for decades have not dared to approach half a minute?
At this time, Long glanced at her day by day, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he disappeared out of thin air ...
If it weren't for the sword on the ground, Yang Zimei wondered if everything was just an illusion.
Looking at more and more roundworms around, although he couldn't get closer to himself, he was disgusted.
The most important thing is that she had a broken heart and could not spend too long here.
No matter whether it is effective or not, the small bell on the hand rang ...
when!
when!
when!
Three sharp bells rang.
puff!
Qing Yun's head was broken, and most of the body still standing had suddenly risen a black smoke, and finally disappeared.