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When Zhong Liqing was concentrating on watching the game, she suddenly heard a familiar and cold voice saying in her ear: "Do you remember her?"

——But it is clearly Yu Yao who should be inseparable from Ming Qiuluo at this moment.

Seeing her dangerously blocking an arrow of light passing through her hair, her thin lips tightly pursed, her expression cold and serious, as if she was nervous in battle, who would have expected that she would have room to fight with her? Chatting with other people through sound transmission?

Even Zhong Liqing who received the sound transmission was extremely surprised.

It was just a momentary change of expression, and then he responded in his heart as if nothing had happened.

"You mean Qiuluo? It is said that she is the second princess of the Shura royal family... What's wrong?" Thinking of how many times she was bumped into by Yu Yao and arguing with Ming Qiuluo, Zhong Liqing thought that she was going to settle the old score, and her heart tightened, but she didn't. Zuku asked nonchalantly.

"Heh... In that life, you were the best Yizhe in the ancient tribe, and she was just an orphan girl you picked up from a pack of wolves." Unexpectedly, Yu Yao responded lightly, without any tension Slowly blocking Ming Qiuluo's attack, he said leisurely, "You taught her superb Yishu, taught her to survive better, taught her how to win everyone's love, but you didn't teach her to be grateful."

When Yu Yao said this, a glacier-like glacier's eyes suddenly flashed a dark color, and with a flick of her fingertips, a dark force hit Ming Qiuluo's left knee at an angle that was difficult for everyone to notice, forcing her to stagger a step. , an arrow missed.

At the same time, I saw Yan Yao raised his hand, and that day's sword was like an arrow that left the string, and shot towards Ming Qiuluo, whose center of gravity was unstable. The black talisman quickly walked on the sword, like staring The adder viper, which had caught its prey, approached menacingly with deadly pressure.

"Hey——" Before the Tianyi sword was about to pierce through Ming Qiuluo's slender neck, she twisted her body in time to avoid it, and even used the huge golden longbow to block her body, making teeth-gritting grinding sounds.

The golden light and the black and white light devoured each other, the Tianyi sword flew back to Yu Yao's hand again, and Ming Qiuluo raised the long bow again, looking at Yu Yao with gloomy eyes, but the fingertips that plucked the bowstring were vaguely shaken.

"It's her. After several times of exhaustion, you are in danger and scarred."

——Tianyi sword was raised high, and it slashed down. As soon as the mixed black and white sword light left the sword tip, it rose against the wind. In the blink of an eye, it merged into a monstrous sword wave, pouring out, towards Ming Qiu Luo slapped his head and covered his face.

"It's her who watched you fall into the enemy's hands, but gave up rescue."

——Tianyi sword waves swept away wave after wave. Facing the majestic sword force, Ming Qiuluo, who was like a rain of arrows at the beginning, had nowhere to fight back. Resisting the mighty waves and impacts in front of you, like a flat boat in the sea, with nothing to rely on.

"It's also her who finally replaced you and became the number one Yizhe in the tribe. She is respected by others."

——Tian Yijian suddenly quieted down, and even the terrifying sword's momentum also calmed down, making the tortured Ming Qiuluo even more embarrassed.

Zhong Liqing listened silently, but her eyes never fell on Ming Qiuluo, whose pride had been shattered by Yu Yao, she just looked at the woman in white holding the sword without blinking, her eyes couldn't hide her distress.

——Why can't I feel any emotion when listening to her tell her own story? What really moved her was Yu Yao's seemingly indifferent demeanor.

She could see and hear the repressed unwillingness in those eyes, and the pity hidden in that voice, which seemed to be a hundred times more sad and a thousand times more painful than her.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, they saw that Tianyi sword mercilessly pierced Ming Qiuluo's abdomen, and a ray of coolness passed through the sea of ​​consciousness. The man said coldly: "They owe you, I'll get it back for you one by one."

As the last word of Yan Yao fell in the sea of ​​consciousness, after the muffled sound of the sword piercing the flesh, the huge martial arts arena was quiet, as if the sound of the silver needle falling could be heard clearly—Ming Qiuluo half-kneeled on the ground, Leaning on her bow, she clutched her belly tightly with one hand, but there was still a gurgling heat oozing from between her fingers.

...that was Shura's blood.

Ordinarily, Shura's ability to withstand injuries is one of the best in the Six Realms. In the middle of the abdomen, he will never die, let alone the royal family of Shura; but from Ming Qiuluo's appearance, it seems that he has suffered a serious injury, and his expression is weak and weak. Extremely, it seems that all the spiritual power has been sucked away.

That pair of golden eyes stared fixedly at Yu Yao, who was three feet away with a calm face, and his anger was surging.

Perhaps most of the people on the field had never seen how Yu Yao drew the sword, but when they realized it, the dust settled, and Ming Qiuluo had already pierced the abdomen with a sword, and the person holding the sword was still dressed in white. However, even the sword was not stained with blood.

Hearing what she said, and seeing her raising the sword as if she wanted to stab again, Zhong Liqing immediately stopped in the sea of ​​consciousness anxiously: "When will the injustice be repaid? I don't care what I owe or not. The past is like a dream, and it goes away with the wind." ——I don't remember her, and I don't hate her anymore, you don't have to be like this——In this life, I just want to have a good time with you, and nothing else is important."

Because of Zhong Liqing's words, Yu Yao was aiming at Ming Qiuluo's heart, but the tip of the sword barely stopped half an inch away from her heart, turned her face slightly, and looked over.

Not caring about the final announcement, nor caring about other people, Zhong Liqing looked at Yu Yao quietly, trying to teach her to believe in her seriousness—the way the man looked at her changed from unconcealable sadness to silence , but in the blink of an eye.

It was so fast that she had no time to regret what she said on the spur of the moment, so fast that she almost thought that all the complicated emotions were her own eyes.

For a long time, until Ming Qiuluo was helped off the stage by the furious Shura clansmen; for a long time, the director of the third hall who called himself Nianxi had finished his long and grand series; for a long time, Zhong Liqing couldn't help it because of embarrassment When I was about to look away... I finally heard that person's frosty voice: "Okay, I don't want to kill her."

The light cocoon receded and the bright colors melted away. Yu Yao put away the sword and left the barrier in silence.

Zhong Liqing opened her mouth, but after all she didn't say anything to justify her, only her watery gaze lingered on the corner of the white clothes, and she couldn't bear to stay away.

——It's not that Zhong Liqing has any compassion for Ming Qiuluo, just because she pesters herself repeatedly and has murderous thoughts about Yu Yao, Zhong Liqing will not stop Yu Yao from doing it.

However, after all, in front of the monks of the Six Realms, Ming Qiuluo is also the Shura royal family after all, and at this moment, Yu Yao is just the young master of the Yu clan, so it is really unwise to rashly offend Shura, who enjoys being brave and aggressive. .

Even if you really want to do it... you should plan for the best time and place.

Just as Zhong Liqing was watching Yu Yao draw back his sword and retreat to the other side, although there was a reserved and polite smile on his face, he had already started to think about how to calmly fight against the power of the Shura royal family.

At this time, the master of the Banque Palace on the high platform knocked on the handrail again.

The white-haired spirit beast lying in the jade box lazily raised its eyelids, tipped its tail, and flicked among a pile of glazed balls, and two more glazed balls popped out.

The crystal ball flew into the air, the two phases collided, and exploded together, shining out two dazzling runes, and the same light was shining on the cards on the waists of the two monks—this time, it was falling There are two people, Xi Yuyan and Ji Wuyuan.

It can be said that... the enemy's road is narrow.

"This time, I won't hold back." As soon as he entered the stage, Xi Yuyan said in a cold voice, and as the words fell, a black lotus with purple in the middle suddenly bloomed on his shoulder, and when he looked carefully, it was a cluster A coquettish lotus-shaped flame.

"It's just what I want." Ji Wuyuan smiled, and a large piece of blue and white lotus flowers in full bloom appeared in front of her feet. The flowers were like a hidden wind and thunder, and spread all the way to Xi Yuyan, who was about ten feet away. The cold flame approached, but it was the first Go on the offensive.

Before the light cocoon was slowly completed, the two people, who were in the same situation as fire and water, had already moved their hands. The scorching heat wave was still hot even through the light cocoon. It is not difficult to imagine how fierce the battle inside was.

These two people, one is the Yan Lord of the Demon Race, who uses the all-burning demon lotus of hell; The discord is also a fateful duel between fellow flame envoys.

Whether it is Hell Yaolian who is more powerful, or Qinglian Minghuo is superior, even if the two of them themselves, I am afraid it is impossible to judge.

Because of his close relationship with Xi Yuyan, and some relationship with Na Ji Wuyuan, Zhong Liqing took it very seriously.

Sea of ​​Consciousness was shaken again, and I heard Yu Yao put on airs and asked her solemnly: "These two people have similar cultivation bases and similar abilities. From what you can see, which one wins and which one loses?"

"This..." Zhong Liqing frowned and shook her head, "I don't know."

"Then...who do you hope will win between the two of them?" After a while, Yu Yao asked again.

Zhong Liqing hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "In terms of intimacy, I have known Ah Yan since we were young, so naturally I hope she wins, but this girl Ji Wuyuan is not annoying..."

She wanted to say again, but she didn't know that there was a change on the field-the situation of the two people who were fighting evenly before suddenly changed drastically.

I saw Xi Yuyan, who was controlling the black flame waves, suddenly froze, and the flames condensed by her fingertips seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and she couldn't even move her shoulders, neck and arms connected to her—it was this moment. As a result, Jiaoji Wuyuan's lotus blade cut her face and arms.

"This Miss Ah Yan is nothing more than that." Zhong Liqing's eyes trembled, and she really squeezed a cold sweat for Xi Yuyan, and looked at her bleeding wound with some worry, but she heard Yu Yao's voice faintly, It was as if it was whispering in her ear.

Zhong Liqing couldn't help but tremble all over, but it wasn't because of the soft and faint voice that was so close at hand, but because of the sour smell between the lines that seemed to overturn a jar of vinegar.

She couldn't help but suspect that Xi Yuyan's inconceivable flaw was created by Yu Yao.

Of course the other party has the ability to do it, but what is the reason for doing so?

Zhong Liqing glanced at Yu Yao's direction in puzzlement, and suddenly came to her senses.

——This, this, could it be that this fairy who does not eat fireworks is actually jealous?

Although I feel sorry for Xi Yuyan for thinking this way, Zhong Liqing couldn't control the corners of her mouth that rose.

——The concubine Shaozong who looks at you with a sword is certainly heart-wrenching, but the concubine Shaozong who is sour and jealous... is really cute.

The author has something to say: Another chapter of showing affection_(:з」∠)_

Ming Qiuluo: Don't your consciences ache?

Yu Yao: Not only won't it, but it will be flattering.

Zhong Liqing: We fairies don't need a conscience.

Xi Yuyan: Our friendship ends here.

Ji Wuyuan: Wang.