Stunning beauty

deserted city.

The sun is shining brightly, and the blood is dazzling.

Wushuang's sword passed, his throat was sealed with one sword, Qianye Xingfeng's figure fell down, and all the breath in his body was gone.

"Xingfeng!"

Not far away, Qianye Buyu, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, rushed forward quickly.

"careful!"

Behind, Qianye Mao and Qianye Bailian saw this, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly reminded.

pity.

It's too late.

Because of Qianye Xingfeng's death, Qianye Buyu, who had lost his composure, rushed forward with a face full of rage, and slashed down with the heavy sword, breaking a thousand junctures with force.

just.

In the battle of warriors, once you lose your composure, it means a flaw!

Perhaps, some flaws are difficult to detect in the eyes of others, but Li Qingzhi is different.

In terms of observation ability, the Li family's peerless genius is not inferior to the elder Hong Ni of Peach Blossom Island.

and so.

The moment Qianye Buyu lost his mind and rushed madly.

The ending is doomed.

The heavy sword arrived, and the moment it fell, the afterimage disappeared in response.

Behind, afterimages gathered, Li Qingzhi's figure appeared out of thin air, and the Wushuang sword in his hand pierced straight into the former's back heart.

"what!"

A piercing scream sounded, Qianye Buyu staggered a few steps, staring at the sword edge protruding from his chest, his face was full of disbelief.

"Buyu!"

The figures of Qianye Mao and Qianye Bailian approached and jointly attacked Li Qingzhi.

"Shh!"

Li Qingzhi drew his sword out, swung his sword to block the attack of the two men, and immediately stepped on his foot to withdraw from the battle.

Under the morning sun, the cold wind was biting, Qianye Buyu staggered to stabilize his figure, blood pooled from his heart, and his vitality quickly faded away.

"Xingfeng, I'm here to accompany you!"

Qianye Buyu looked at the fellow practitioner not far away, took two steps forward, and immediately fell down.

The twitching body was completely stained with blood, and the distance between them was less than three steps. The eyes of the two gradually lost their luster. They walked together in the underworld, and they were no longer alone.

He has been competitive all his life, entered the five realms, set foot in the Central Plains, and caused countless slaughters. After a disastrous defeat, he returned to Yingzhou and lingered for a hundred years. Today, everything is over, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"Xingfeng, cloth rain!"

Chiba Maolian and Chiba Bailian looked at the two lying in a pool of blood, and their expressions became ugly.

Even though Xingfengbuyu is not a real Chiba clansman, Mao Mao and others have already accepted the two of them in their hearts after a hundred years of getting along.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the two of them were beheaded and killed by a Central Plains man in Qianye City.

Chiba Mao and others, who have been proud for hundreds of years, find it difficult to accept this fact.

Even though Yingzhou was defeated in the Central Plains a hundred years ago, there is no such scene today, which shocked Chiba Mao and others even more.

Deep in the deserted city.

The last two hidden old monsters were also shocked by the scene in front of them, speechless.

If it is said that a hundred years ago, Yingzhou suffered a disastrous defeat in the Central Plains because the right time and place did not stand on Yingzhou's side, then today, Xingfeng and Buyu were beheaded in Qianye City, and, in front of their faces, There is really no reason for it to be unacceptable.

In the deserted city, the sun is shining brightly, but it can't warm the body that is gradually cooling down due to the wind and rain.

In front of him, Li Qingzhi stood with a sword in his hand, his body was surging and powerful, enveloped by the intent of the sword, like a sword fairy relegated to the mortal world, invincible.

Daoist secret arts and fighting against the sky completely made up for the only gap in cultivation of the Li family's peerless genius. At this moment, there is no longer any defect.

With the same level of cultivation and the same level of realm, the Li family's peerless arrogance is no match for anyone.

Inherited for hundreds of years, the indomitable Qianye clan has been completely cornered by the Li family's peerless genius today.

"Roar!"

at this time.

In the deepest part of the deserted city, a terrifying roar suddenly came out, shaking the heavens and the earth, the terrifying coercion, and madness permeated it, as if an ancient beast that had been sleeping for many years woke up, with a violent and greedy aura.

"Oops!"

During the battle, Chiba Mao and Chiba Bailian felt their expressions change.

It is the will of God of Misfortune.

The soul of the God of Misfortune has awakened!

"Mao, Bailian, come back quickly!"

In the depths of the deserted city, two terrified voices came out, urgently urging.

Qianye Mao and Qianye Bailian regained their senses, and they didn't dare to love to fight any more. Their figures passed by and hurried towards the depths of Qianye City.

Unexpectedly, the God of Misfortune would wake up at this time.

Seeing this, Li Qingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and followed step by step.

God of misfortune Baqi.

He wants to see what kind of existence this God of Misfortune in the legend of Yingzhou actually exists.

In the deserted city, when the God of Misfortune awakened his will.

thousands of miles away.

In Qingping Daze.

Li Ziye, who had just entered the swamp, seemed to feel something, and his body shook violently.

This breath!

However, around Qingping Daze, on the originally calm water surface, a thick fog suddenly appeared, blocking all sight.

"what happened?"

Outside the Qingping Daze, Hua Fengdu and Bai Wangyu looked shocked at the changes in the swamp ahead.

"Young master!"

Huafeng came back to her senses, and immediately wanted to enter it.

"Mr. Flower!"

On the side, Bai Wangyu stretched out his hand to hold him, looked ahead, and said with a heavy expression, "Don't be impulsive, going in now, I'm afraid it won't help, we have to trust him."

Hua Fengdu's body trembled, he looked at Daze in front of him, his face was full of worry.

Young master, don't let anything happen to you!

Otherwise, after the landlord returns, he will not be able to explain.

"Roar!"

At this moment, in the deepest part of Qingping Daze, a beast's roar resounded, faintly visible, echoing between heaven and earth.

Li Ziye hugged the White Moon God Stone tightly and looked around with a wary expression on his face.

what is this sound?

hallucinations?

It should be, how can there be any roar in this barren mountain?

Sometimes, Li Ziye's courage is not too great.

Will be afraid, will be afraid of death.

In this strange land, and there are no such experts as Little Red Riding Hood to accompany them, it would be a lie to say that they are not afraid, but Li Ziye knew in his heart that since he entered, he must not leave empty-handed.

Thinking of this, Li Ziye suppressed the waves in his heart and continued to move forward.

God of misfortune, your uncle, I am not afraid of you!

Li Ziye kept cheering himself up.

"Roar!"

In the depths of Qingping Daze, there was a roar, echoing continuously, like a fierce beast that had just woken up, wanting to choose someone and devour it.

"Come again!"

Hearing this roar, Li Ziye stopped, and shouted angrily, "Call your uncle, come here if you have the ability!"

"Roar!"

As if in response to Li Ziye's provocation, a more terrifying roar came out from the depths of Qingping Daze, shaking the sky and the earth.

Li Ziye was startled, and immediately panicked in his heart. On the surface, he still did not show weakness. He raised his neck, raised his head, held his head high, and held his chest high. He stretched out his finger, and combined his Yang finger with the lion's roar. Two for one, cried out:

"You, come here!"

In the depths of Qingping Daze, a place Li Ziye couldn't see.

in the void.

The mist stirred, and a pair of huge eyes manifested, cold and deep, staring greedily at the boy in the thick fog