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Zheng Qianqian looks at Qiao Yanran in her eyes. At the forefinger and middle finger in her long sleeve, a yellow talisman appears. She quickly stimulates the talisman.
This is the talisman she used to protect her life. She hasn't been willing to use it for so many years. I didn't expect that she would waste it here.
Talisman quickly incarnated in a knife, braved the cold, pierced the void, almost instantly, came to Qiao Yanran!
Qiao Yan Ran took a sword flower, some carelessly waved the sword to block for a while.
"Clang -"
the long sword and several short knives collided, sparking everywhere.
Qiao Yanran in the hand of the sword, but in the blink of an eye, there are dozens of gaps, such as cobweb like cracks all over the sword.
However, the 49 short knives are only a little slower.
Qiao Yan Ran saw this scene, and some dignified colors flashed across her face.
I'm afraid that the level of this talisman has already reached super level! It's equivalent to the full blow of the eighth level strong! How can this valuable thing appear in Zheng Qian's hands?!
Her current cultivation is just level six. She can't resist this attack at all!
Qiao Yanran simply throws away the broken sword, several moves, quickly puts Qin Xiao in his arms on the branch of a tree in the distance.
Qin Xiao also felt very bad, a heart raised up, clenched the curved moon axe behind him.
The 49 knives soon came to Qiao Yanran's side and sealed all her retreats.
She flashed her hand across her face.
The spirit power in the air seemed to be inspired, quickly gathered towards Qiao Yanran's direction, and all the spirit power in ten miles was evacuated.
As if the essence of the spirit power gathered together, the whole sky became sticky, and the spirit power was constantly compressed. The last fire red sword formed by the spirit power fell firmly in her hand.
She held the hilt with her fingers together.
Qiao Yanran waved the long sword in her hand, and the short knife around her almost instantly turned into an illusory shadow, and finally completely dissipated.
It's like nothing ever happened.
The position of Qiao Yan Ran's lip corner, a bloodstain follows her porcelain white chin, all the way meandering flow, drop drop drop on the ground.
She was full of unspeakable evil, which was extremely dazzling.
Zheng Qian looked at this scene, his whole body was cold.
This is a pervert!
She originally thought that Xue ran had four levels of cultivation at most, but she still underestimated him. Now, Xue ran will not let her go. She can only let her go!
Zheng Qianqian offered a soft sword, quickly flashed to Qiao Yanran's back, suddenly waved the sword, and stabbed her in the back of her heart!
Qin Xiao, who was originally sitting on the branch of a tree, quietly touched the position not far away from Zheng Qianqian. He was like a latent snake, waiting for the right time to kill him.
Now is the best time.
"Puchi -"
the crescent moon sword fell into Zheng Qianqian's heart, leaving only the handle outside.
The blood flowed down the tip of the knife bit by bit.
Zheng Qian's pupil dilates, and her sword falls to the ground powerlessly. She turns around and looks at Qin Xiao incredulously.
"You You, you will regret... "
Zheng Qianqian's mouth and nose overflowed with blood. With these words, the whole person lay on the ground powerlessly, with long black hair scattered.
The hairpin on the hair gave off a faint light and soon disappeared.
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Zheng Qianqian looks at Qiao Yanran in her eyes. At the forefinger and middle finger in her long sleeve, a yellow talisman appears. She quickly stimulates the talisman.
This is the talisman she used to protect her life. She hasn't been willing to use it for so many years. I didn't expect that she would waste it here.
Talisman quickly incarnated in a knife, braved the cold, pierced the void, almost instantly, came to Qiao Yanran!
Qiao Yan Ran took a sword flower, some carelessly waved the sword to block for a while.
"Clang -"
the long sword and several short knives collided, sparking everywhere.
Qiao Yanran in the hand of the sword, but in the blink of an eye, there are dozens of gaps, such as cobweb like cracks all over the sword.
However, the 49 short knives are only a little slower.
Qiao Yan Ran saw this scene, and some dignified colors flashed across her face.
I'm afraid that the level of this talisman has already reached super level! It's equivalent to the full blow of the eighth level strong! How can this valuable thing appear in Zheng Qian's hands?!
Her current cultivation is just level six. She can't resist this attack at all!
Qiao Yanran simply throws away the broken sword, several moves, quickly puts Qin Xiao in his arms on the branch of a tree in the distance.
Qin Xiao also felt very bad, a heart raised up, clenched the curved moon axe behind him.
The 49 knives soon came to Qiao Yanran's side and sealed all her retreats.
She flashed her hand across her face.
The spirit power in the air seemed to be inspired, quickly gathered towards Qiao Yanran's direction, and all the spirit power in ten miles was evacuated.
As if the essence of the spirit power gathered together, the whole sky became sticky, and the spirit power was constantly compressed. The last fire red sword formed by the spirit power fell firmly in her hand.
She held the hilt with her fingers together.
Qiao Yanran waved the long sword in her hand, and the short knife around her almost instantly turned into an illusory shadow, and finally completely dissipated.
It's like nothing ever happened.
The position of Qiao Yan Ran's lip corner, a bloodstain follows her porcelain white chin, all the way meandering flow, drop drop drop on the ground.
She was full of unspeakable evil, which was extremely dazzling.
Zheng Qian looked at this scene, his whole body was cold.
This is a pervert!
She originally thought that Xue ran had four levels of cultivation at most, but she still underestimated him. Now, Xue ran will not let her go. She can only let her go!
Zheng Qianqian offered a soft sword, quickly flashed to Qiao Yanran's back, suddenly waved the sword, and stabbed her in the back of her heart!
Qin Xiao, who was originally sitting on the branch of a tree, quietly touched the position not far away from Zheng Qianqian. He was like a latent snake, waiting for the right time to kill him.
Now is the best time.
"Puchi -"
the crescent moon sword fell into Zheng Qianqian's heart, leaving only the handle outside.
The blood flowed down the tip of the knife bit by bit.
Zheng Qian's pupil dilates, and her sword falls to the ground powerlessly. She turns around and looks at Qin Xiao incredulously.
"You You, you will regret... "
Zheng Qianqian's mouth and nose overflowed with blood. With these words, the whole person lay on the ground powerlessly, with long black hair scattered.
The hairpin on the hair gave off a faint light and soon disappeared.
Zheng Qianqian looks at Qiao Yanran in her eyes. At the forefinger and middle finger in her long sleeve, a yellow talisman appears. She quickly stimulates the talisman. This is the talisman she used to protect her life. She hasn't been willing to use it for so many years. I didn't expect that she would waste it here. Talisman quickly incarnated in a knife, braved the cold, pierced the void, almost instantly, came to Qiao Yanran! Qiao Yan Ran took a sword flower, some carelessly waved the sword to block for a while. "Clang -" the long sword and several short knives collided, sparking everywhere. Qiao Yanran in the hand of the sword, but in the blink of an eye, there are dozens of gaps, such as cobweb like cracks all over the sword. However, the 49 short knives are only a little slower. Qiao Yan Ran saw this scene, and some dignified colors flashed across her face. I'm afraid that the level of this talisman has already reached super level! It's equivalent to the full blow of the eighth level strong! How can this valuable thing appear in Zheng Qian's hands?! Her current cultivation is just level six. She can't resist this attack at all! Qiao Yanran simply throws away the broken sword, several moves, quickly puts Qin Xiao in his arms on the branch of a tree in the distance. Qin Xiao also felt very bad, a heart raised up, clenched the curved moon axe behind him. The 49 knives soon came to Qiao Yanran's side and sealed all her retreats. She flashed her hand across her face. The spirit power in the air seemed to be inspired, quickly gathered towards Qiao Yanran's direction, and all the spirit power in ten miles was evacuated. As if the essence of the spirit power gathered together, the whole sky became sticky, and the spirit power was constantly compressed. The last fire red sword formed by the spirit power fell firmly in her hand. She held the hilt with her fingers together. Qiao Yanran waved the long sword in her hand, and the short knife around her almost instantly turned into an illusory shadow, and finally completely dissipated. It's like nothing ever happened. The position of Qiao Yan Ran's lip corner, a bloodstain follows her porcelain white chin, all the way meandering flow, drop drop drop on the ground. She was full of unspeakable evil, which was extremely dazzling. Zheng Qian looked at this scene, his whole body was cold. This is a pervert! She originally thought that Xue ran had four levels of cultivation at most, but she still underestimated him. Now, Xue ran will not let her go. She can only let her go! Zheng Qianqian offered a soft sword, quickly flashed to Qiao Yanran's back, suddenly waved the sword, and stabbed her in the back of her heart! Qin Xiao, who was originally sitting on the branch of a tree, quietly touched the position not far away from Zheng Qianqian. He was like a latent snake, waiting for the right time to kill him. Now is the best time. "Puchi -" the crescent moon sword fell into Zheng Qianqian's heart, leaving only the handle outside. The blood flowed down the tip of the knife bit by bit. Zheng Qian's pupil dilates, and her sword falls to the ground powerlessly. She turns around and looks at Qin Xiao incredulously. "You You, you will regret... " Zheng Qianqian's mouth and nose overflowed with blood. With these words, the whole person lay on the ground powerlessly, with long black hair scattered. The hairpin on the hair gave off a faint light and soon disappeared.
