Bai Xun suddenly asked: "How do you know that he is holding osmanthus flowers in his hands, not peach blossoms, pear blossoms and apricot blossoms?"
Jiang Qing raised the corners of his lips and answered confidently: "The wind of his sword has the fragrance of osmanthus."
The dark red fog dissipated, and the shadow finally revealed his face.
There is snow on the capped mountains, and the moon rises in the bright sky.
This was Jiang Qingyu's first impression when looking up to him.
He has long and narrow phoenix eyes, half cold and half indifferent. His dark hair is half down, half tied with cinnamon branches. His long body is set off by a moon-white robe, as if he has stepped down from the moon. He is holding a Not an osmanthus branch, but the legendary laurel branch.
She looked at him unabashedly. Perhaps his gaze was too intense. The other person looked at her expressionlessly, and their eyes collided.
Jiang Qingyu felt guilty for no reason, but fortunately the other party quickly looked away, and she gradually hardened up.
She just admired the opponent's swordsmanship, so she became curious about his appearance. She clearly had an attitude of admiration, so why did she feel guilty when he was looked back at?
Scorning himself for being useless, the battle between the Blood Demon and the Ranger is not over yet.
"Haha! Even if you can beat me, how can you re-establish the seal if you are in the Ascension Realm!" The Blood Demon had a tough mouth, and no less than ten holes were cut in his clothes by osmanthus branches. This was a one-sided crushing.
Gu Zhizhou couldn't help but sigh, his voice was not too loud and not too quiet, just enough for everyone to hear: "This blood demon is not only the toughest one in his body, but his mouth is the hardest one."
The inner disciples of the Beast Control Sect agreed: "I think so!"
Seeing that he didn't answer him, the Blood Demon thought that the other party had nothing to do with him, so his arrogance gradually grew, and he stood on tiptoe with his right toe and started to tremble: "Haha, you see, except for giving me a beating, you can't take anything away from me at all. The same goes for me!"
Feeling the gazes from all directions, the Blood Demon showed his weapon, a jade bowl with exquisite lace on the edge. If you guessed correctly, it was a miniature version of the blood pool. "Look at what you are looking at, and then look at you." Let’s all practice!”
Venerable Du'e sighed, feeling hopeless for the blood demon's stubbornness: "Amitabha."
Master Su Ling and others turned away, but they didn't look at them, but their eyes accidentally drifted to them.
Of course, the famous scene is indispensable for the eye-catching Gu Zhizhou. He stretches his neck and looks like a butterfly in his sexy pink suit. He opens his small mouth and says in a strange and sinister manner: "Yo yo yo ~ What are you looking at ~ Be careful to train you all ~"
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting. He understands the yin and yang of strange things.
Jiang Qingyu didn't know where the Blood Demon's confidence came from. After all, the ranger didn't look red in the face, his heart wasn't beating, or he wasn't breathing. His eyes were indifferent to everything. It was obvious that he only used a pinch of strength to deal with the Blood Demon.
"You, come here." At this moment, the ranger suddenly spoke.
Not sure who he was talking to, Jiang Qingyu noticed his gaze, looking in their direction, with Bai Xun in front of her.
She tugged on Bai Xun's sleeves and said to Bai Xun, "Elder brother, I'll call you again!"
"I didn't call him, I called you."
"..."
Bai Xun retracted his foot that stretched out a little distance, tilted his head and looked at Jiang Qingyu, asking with his eyes: Do you know him?
Jiang Qingyu's eyes widened and he said, "I don't know you!"
The obedient one took two steps forward.
Once you reach the golden elixir, you can control the air. Jiang Qingyu stepped on the air and was about to exert her strength when a burst of spiritual energy lifted her up. Yes, it lifted her straight up.
Because she was not taking off on her own, she opened her hands, which she was not used to, to maintain balance.
Under the gaze of everyone, she was like a cloud, floating lightly and slowly towards the ranger, stopping steadily in mid-air, standing side by side with the man.
A low and sweet voice came from above the head: "Jiang Qingyu, I can lend you your essence and blood."
Jiang Qingyu had no time to react when his wrist suddenly hurt, and a drop of blood was forced out of his body, with an imperceptible golden color.
When Jiang Qingyu raised his hand, a stream of spiritual power like water wrapped around the painful part of his wrist. After the ice and cold cooled him off, his wrist was back to its original state, with no scars visible.
After being shocked, Jiang Qingyu looked up at Yueli, only to see a pale golden color flash across his eyes quickly, and a breath of comfort spread from Yueli's body.
However, as soon as this breath came close to the blood demon and the inner demon, they felt as if they were being strangled by the neck, full of suffocation, and had the smell of the gods that they hated.
The blood demon used all his strength to resist, but still did not forget to challenge Yue Li: "Who are you! Why do you know the sealing method of the gods!!"
But as early as when Yue Li drained Jiang Qing Yu's essence and blood, a solid barrier locked them inside. Except for Jiang Qing Yu and Yue Li, no one in the golden bell below could hear their conversation.
The inner demon screamed. He was scared and wanted to rush out. The black mud kept throwing at the barrier, and then was bounced back. He pointed at Jiang Qingyu and asked the blood demon: "Didn't you say that all the gods are dead?" ? Why is there still blood of the Gods!!"
Jiang Qingyu didn't know why, "Huh? What? Me? God's bloodline?"
The demon in his heart had seen through Jiang Qingyu's expression. He felt that this person was just an actor, the kind with terrible acting skills. He exhaled a puff of black smoke angrily: "Are you still acting!?"
"I should have thought of this when you used the God of War Sword in the Heart Demon Way!! Damn it!! What to do with the Blood Demon!! They want to seal us! I don't want to go back to the seal!!"
"Idiot! What do you think I want!? Why didn't you tell me when you discovered that mortals can use the sword of the God of War!?" The Blood Demon roared.
"I, I forgot..."
The inner demon's confidence was obviously lacking, and there was another one who was overwhelmed by the seal and couldn't breathe.
Compared with the Blood Demon, he is indeed inferior. This is an undeniable fact.
As Yue Li's spiritual power flourished, Jiang Qingyu's essence and blood melted into the seal as the spiritual power traveled. The two demons' struggles gradually weakened, until their figures faded, and their faces were ferocious, leaving behind a sentence: "I will definitely return to the world of cultivation and massacre all of you!"
Just like his dream.
A feeling of weakness came over her, and Jiang Qingyu's legs were as soft as two noodles. If Yue Li hadn't used her spiritual power to drag her, she would have definitely fallen from the air.
She looked at Yue Li in confusion, wanting to ask why the Blood Demon said that, but Yue Li was one step ahead of her.
"The Secret Realm of Peach Blossom Island is over, and the Wanjian Sect's sect competition is over. I'll be waiting for you at Qunyu Mountain. By then, I will tell you everything you want to know."
She was gently sent to Master Su Ling, and the inner disciples of Peach Blossom Island quickly hugged her with weak limbs.
She thanked him, then looked in the direction of Yue Li and asked, "What about you? Who are you?" Why, she felt a sense of intimacy.
"Yueli."
The name is very nice, just like the man himself, like the moon in the sky, and the color is as smooth as jade.
An exclamation echoed in my ears, it was Elder Mingzhu, the dignified bamboo leader of Wanjian Sect, "You, you, you!!! Yue Li!!?"
(End of chapter)
