The Splendid Life of the Female Supporting Role

"You...not an illusion?" Qing Mu looked at Qin Zhiyue in astonishment, the Wanxiang Huo in his hand seemed to feel her surprise, and kept beating uneasy, "Qin Zhiyue , you didn't die?"

"Why should I die, you, the Buddha, and Cen Rou are not dead, how can I die before you?" Hands, the short legs half human height walked towards Qing Mu.

Although everything is quiet, it is even more terrifying.

Qing Mu looked at the white tiger walking slowly in front of him, and couldn't help but angrily shot out all fire, but the tiger seemed to be immune to the burning of fire, and the white fur was half burning Not at all, still soft and shiny, she angrily wanted to draw a sword and rush up, but was suddenly blocked by another long sword.

resisted.

"Qinglun Sword! You are..."

With the sound of "clang", Qin Zhiyue did not give Qing Mu a chance to prepare, and rushed up with the sword, the piercing sound of sword slashing echoed in the empty valley, and it made people feel unexplained Got goosebumps all over.

A flash of silver light flashed in front of her eyes, Qing Mu was shocked, and when she was about to open her mouth, she was blocked by the attacking action. She didn't know why Qin Zhiyue was so powerful now, she obviously didn't have the slightest mana , but she was able to fight back again and again, and even, she didn't even have the strength to fight back.

On the other hand, Qin Zhiyue seemed to be playing house with her, and even took the opportunity to single out a hand, pulled out a package from his arms and threw it to the tiger beside him, laughing. Said: "Little short legs, I have enough to eat and drink, and there will be several immortal cultivators to deal with in a while."

After eating and wiping, he turned his head and left the battlefield of the two.

It also has its own things to do.

Qing Mu couldn't help but shudder.

"Now, only the two of us are left." Qin Zhiyue changed her hippie smile, flicked the Qinglun sword lightly with one hand, and said coldly, "Since I drag you alone When you enter this illusion, you should know that today is either you die or I live."

Qingmu's expression was clearly broken, she knew how powerful Qin Zhiyue was now, and she had done her best to block Qin Zhiyue just now. It was a joke, and now the difference in strength between the two of them is too great. If there is a real fight, she may never go back to the Muyun faction.

Competing against each other? If you have hatred, then go to Cen Rou! Ao is also right, now that Cen Rou is the best teacher of the Muyun faction, you are terrified... poof..."

A strong palm hit, Qin Zhiyue slapped Qing Mu before he could finish his words, and his back slammed straight into the tall uncle behind him, a violent impact, She couldn't help gushing out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Zhiyue clapped her hands and sneered: "Qingmu, you don't need to say Cen Rou's fault, I came to kill you first, but I just met you first, if you want to blame , you can only blame yourself for being so unlucky."

The meaning of the words, if you show up first, then I will cut you first, and when you die, Cen Rou, the convicted Buddha, will not live for a few days.

Qing Mu stood up with the sword in hand, and the trace of escape belief that remained in her heart also dissipated here. She wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth, and finally stopped nagging, holding the sword and attacking Qin Zhiyue go.

It seemed that she felt the killing intent, and before Qin Zhiyue returned her hand, the Qinglun sword unsheathed and blocked it. A thick layer of frost hung from the surrounding leaves.

Qingmu, who was only wearing a single layer of clothing, his hands were frozen and numb, and the movement of holding the long sword trembled slightly. General letting go.

"Why, can you get the Qinglun sword?" Qing Mu tried his best to resist the attack of the Qinglun sword, and then raised his eyes to look at Qin Zhi, who was wrapped in divine aura with a calm expression on his face. Yue, "Qinglun is an ancient divine sword. Master has broken through the ruins of Donghaidu several times, but he has not been able to bring back the Qinglun sword. Why, you..."

You are a mortal who has removed the immortal bone, can you get the Qinglun sword?

Qin Zhiyue raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand, and the Qinglun Sword obediently returned to her side. Some are like children seeking touch.

Qing Mu looked at this scene, his eyes widened, and he repeatedly denied in his heart: The ancient sword should not be like this...

"Did you see it?" Qin Zhiyue raised her hand to hold the hilt of the Qinglun sword, and slowly walked towards Qing Mu, who was unable to move, "Because the Qinglun sword itself is mine. ."

"Puchi" a bone-piercing voice sounded, Qing Mu lowered his head in disbelief, and stared blankly at the Qinglun sword passing through her abdomen, the frost The wound gradually spread, and soon her entire stomach to her chest was frozen.

"You, Master... Master won't let you go..." Qing Mu couldn't move, so he could only pull his neck and speak with difficulty.

Qin Zhiyue ignored her, just narrowed her eyes slightly, then looked at the position where the Qinglun sword had penetrated, and snorted in dissatisfaction, then shook her head and said softly: "No. a little."

What does it mean?

Qing Mu was stunned for a moment, but before she could scrutinize this sentence, the pain in her stomach became a little heavier, she lowered her eyes stiffly, and saw Qin Zhiyue insisting on celebrating The wheel sword slammed down, and paused for another inch.

This caused the wound to get bigger and bigger, the hot blood melted the frost of the Qinglun sword, but in a flash, it was covered with a layer, the cold went straight to the bone and blood, and the pain almost paralyzed all nerves , Under such circumstances, Qing Mu actually became more conscious.

She slowly raised her head, and only when she saw Qin Zhiyue smile with satisfaction, did she understand what the sentence "a little bit" just now meant.

It was a little bit closer to the wound where she pierced Qin Zhiyue's abdomen that year.

The next second, the Qinglun sword was drawn out, and the frost also covered Qingmu's body at a lightning speed in an instant, until the last bit of white covered her eyes, she seemed to hear vaguely Brother Qi's voice, that voice was extremely indifferent: "Is this Qingmu?"

Qing Mu's inner cry: It's me! Brother Qi! help me!

However, she couldn't make any sound after all, but she could still feel her body as if it was disintegrating, wrapped in frost and then shattered "click" sound, just like that echoing in his ears until...

She can't hear anymore.

At this time, Qin Zhiyue was indifferently watching Qing Mu's body slowly break into pieces. , there is no such disgusting picture of blood gushing out, the whole process is flat and quiet, as if there was just a farce here.

It really looks like a farce, it doesn't feel like a battle at all.

She looked coldly at Qingmu's stump, and she suddenly felt that the three years of hardship, suffering and scars all over her body seemed like yesterday. .

Three years ago, Qing Mu pierced a long sword through her abdomen, and the wound is still glowing black and purple to this day, which even [Lingquan Space] cannot reverse In fact, if she said hate, she must hate Qing Mu very much.

And now, she is in the same position on Qing Mu's body, with a long sword penetrating into her belly, avenging the revenge that she did her best to step out of the mountain gate, but why, she did not feel any pleasure? ?

After a long while, Qin Zhiyue sighed lightly as if she had come to her senses: "It seems that this is the revenge, too simple."

If it's a little challenging, then she probably won't have so many ideas.

Behind Qin Zhiyue, Qi Yunli, who was dressed in white, sighed twice, then said lightly, "Junior Sister Zhiyue, your murder technique is too bloody."

"Blood?" Qin Zhiyue sneered, raised her hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blade of Qinglun Sword, and said coldly, "I still don't see blood, if it were Put it in the hands of the Valley Master of the Qiyue Valley, then this innocent death..."

She looked back at Qi Yunli, her eyes faint like a small beast, and teased: "I'm afraid it will be ten thousand times worse than now, right?"

Qi Yunli's smile stopped slightly, and the expression on his face gradually became gloomy.

Qinglun once again felt a strong killing intent, just as she was about to unsheath and rush up, Qin Zhiyue pressed it back with one hand, and then gently comforted its blade, He said softly, "Qi Yunli, you don't have to pretend. When I went to the Qiyue Valley for the first time, I knew that the so-called Valley Master was you."

Qi Yunli came forward with his sword in his arms, and wanted to sit next to Qin Zhiyue with great interest, but seeing her immediately got up and ducked, he could only helplessly shrug, and asked with a smile, "Then , Junior Sister Zhiyue, how did you find out?"

The tiger's roar sounded in the distance, Qin Zhiyue didn't bother to talk to him anymore, just about to call out the ghost to remove the illusion, but suddenly remembered something, quickly drew his sword and turned towards Qi Yunli attacked, and with a sound of "clang", the two swords touched each other, and they were quite indistinguishable from each other.

"Tell me, how did you get into this illusion?" Qin Zhiyue flipped her wrist, and the Qinglun sword in her hand kept attacking Qi Yunli like a duck in water, "Qi Yunli, don't think that I don't have any grudge against you, so I won't dare to kill you!"

Qi Yunli met Qin Zhiyue's long sword with some difficulty, but still had a hippie smile on his face, and said jokingly, "Junior Zhiyue is gentler, don't you want to..."

"Kill Lu Qing?"

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