Heavenly God Mnemonic

Feng Hui was full of gloomy eyes, standing there slowly adjusting his breath.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan suddenly violent, deceived in front of him without warning, raised three thousand karma with a sword, and slashed it decisively.

"you……!"

Feng Hui was horrified, and hurriedly grabbed the Zhantian Halberd on the ground and blocked it.

"boom!"

The Zhan Tian Halberd was knocked into the air, and his remaining power could not hold the power of Yang Qingxuan's prosperous mid-round sea. A large amount of fire sword energy smashed into the body, exploding pieces of flesh and blood, and flew to the ground.

Feng Hui was covered in blood in an instant, and looked up at him bitterly.

Yang Qingxuan raised the sword and pointed at him: "Since you don't have blood, you don't have a bargaining chip to survive. The grievances of the canyon battle are over now."

As he said, a sword swept away, and Nan Mingli fired a flame from the fire sword, slashing towards Feng Hui's head, to take his life directly.

With extreme unwillingness and anger in Feng Hui's eyes, he roared in a low voice, "No!--" But he was unable to change his fate.

Suddenly, not far from the sword aura, a golden light flashed in the void inexplicably, and then a golden scimitar was shot out, and with a "bang", the sword aura was dispersed.

The scimitar turned around in the air, and then flew back to the original place. For some reason, a man in black robe appeared, caught the scimitar, and put it away.

This incident surprised both Yang Qingxuan and Feng Hui. They both looked at the black-robed man at the same time, and they were both blocked by a faint layer of strength, and they couldn't see their true faces.

Yang Qingxuan pointed his sword at the black-robed man, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The black-robed man said with a low voice, "Do you want the blood of the deserted people?"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly and he was shocked. I don't know how long this black-robed man has been lurking in the void and how many secrets he knows. He immediately sneered and said, "As if you have it."

The black-robed man did not speak, raised his right hand, with a jade bottle in his palm, and said with a hoarse voice: "It's inside, but there is only one drop."

Both Yang Qingxuan and Feng Hui were taken aback, and both eyes showed longing expressions.

The black-robed man smiled coldly, put the jade bottle away, and said: "If you want the blood of the people of the deserted race, just follow me."

As he said, it turned into a streamer and galloped away.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and the black-robed man flew in the opposite direction to Xutian City. He hesitated for a while, and the black-robed man became the size of a sesame, and was about to disappear in front of his eyes. This hurriedly turned into a streamer, chasing Past.

Standing in place, Feng Hui also chased for two steps, causing his injuries, vomiting a large mouthful of blood, staring fiercely in the direction where the two disappeared, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan! Today's revenge will be a hundred times in the future. Repay!" After speaking, he turned and headed towards Xutian City.

Yang Qingxuan chased the man and flew for a while, the man seemed to be waiting for him intentionally, no matter whether Yang Qingxuan was fast or slow, he always kept a certain distance, neither long nor short.

After half an hour, the man finally stopped, flew directly into a wilderness, and stood with his hands behind.

Yang Qingxuan looked around. Although there was very little grass and trees in the wasteland, the soil and moisture were well maintained, and the yellow sand was not invaded, so he couldn't help but become alert.

Most of the person in front of him had already watched the battle between him and Feng Hui, so he chose such a place just to prevent him from becoming the guardian of the sand.

Yang Qingxuan asked, "Who are you on earth?"

A smiling voice came from the black robe, "Guess what?"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, he immediately heard the voice of the master, and cried out, "Liu Hao!"

The black-robed man turned around and took off the hood. The familiar and evil face was revealed, and the eyes gleamed brightly.

Yang Qingxuan's thoughts turned, and only felt that things had become complicated. He didn't understand why Liu Hao wanted to save Fenghui, and why there was the essence of the desert clan. When he couldn't understand it, he immediately asked: "Why do you have a drought? The blood of the people of the clan? What is the purpose of bringing me here?!"

Liu Hao smiled slightly and said: "Don't be nervous. When I first saw you at the auction, it was just out of curiosity, and I also wanted the real blood of Qingluan. This was an interesting fate. I didn't think of you but let me I'm getting more and more opaque, making me more and more interested."

Yang Qingxuan responded coldly: "It's a pity, sorry, I'm not interested in men."

"Hehe, I'm not interested in this aspect either."

Liu Hao smiled and said: "Can you tell me your identity and origin? Although there are countless sects in the thirty-three days, the strong are like clouds, and the sects with terrifying magical powers like you are in your possession.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay, first give me the blood of the desert clan, and then talk slowly."

"This...but a bit embarrassing me."

Liu Hao held his chin, showing an expression of embarrassment and contemplation.

Yang Qingxuan spread his hands, shrugged, and sneered, "Then there is nothing to talk about."

Liu Hao put his hand down and said with a chuckle: "Well, let's make a bet."

Yang Qingxuan sarcastically said: "Cut, I'm good, why should I bet with you?"

Liu Hao took out the jade bottle, shook it in his hand a few times, and said with a smile: "Because you want this."

Yang Qingxuan stared at the jade bottle for a while. Although he did not examine it, he was sure that there was no fake blood from the wild clan in the jade bottle. He immediately took a deep breath and slowly said, "How to bet, what to bet?"

Liu Hao smiled and said: "Bet everything. If you lose, you have to give me'all', including your magical powers, elementary equipment, and everything I want to know, you have to tell me, and finally , And your life. Of course, if I am happy, you can not take your life. The opposite is true for me."

"Hehe, this bet is really big."

Yang Qingxuan licked his lips, his eyes flashed, "You are so sure that you can beat me? Don't forget who was beaten and fled last time."

Liu Hao's face changed slightly, as if still with a trace of fear, his expression became cold, "This is also one of the places I am curious about you. What kind of trump card is hidden in your body that could hurt me last time. And with Feng Hui I have never seen you use it in World War I."

Yang Qingxuan sneered: "I tell you, is this still a hole card?"

"It's up to you!"

Liu Hao waved his hand, pointed at him, and asked, "Are you gambled or not?"

Yang Qingxuan stretched out his arm and smiled and said, "Of course I don't bet. I'm not a kid. What kind of house do I play? But...this drop of blood in your hand, I have to decide!"

When the voice fell, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the bones rang in his hands, a huge evil spirit burst out on his body. Several swords manifested all over the body, hung upside down and spinning incessantly.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed one of the handles at random, and slashed over.

Liu Hao stood there unmoved, staring coldly at his movements, seeing that the sword was as powerful as a mountain, coming from sideways, with a bloodthirsty light gleaming in his pupils, and he licked his lips and said: "Good come, bet If you don't bet, it's up to you!"

//It's finally before 12 o'clock:)