Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 385, let's go together (3)

"Is there still this?"

"That is natural. I want to say that Ye Qingyi is afraid that even the second move can't be done, and he will die on it."

The sound of cluttered talks sounded one after another. The flying shadows and neon standing next to the ring were already sweating with nervous hands, and everything that was introduced into their ears was unfavorable to Ye Qingyi, even though Ye Qing was determined to go to the ring. But at the moment their hearts are already hanging in the air.

"God... beg you, be sure to bless Miss." Nishang hands clasped to the lips, whispering to God's care.

Feifei, already had his eyes narrowed, and stared at Song Junqiu and others on the platform. The hands on his side were quietly gripped, and an unusual suffocation was seen in his eyes.

If the Miss is really defeated, he will let Song Junqiu's **** blood pay for it!

On the death and death, Song Junqiu’s four faces were casual, and his eyes were quietly looked at from Ye Qing’s body.

"Song Shixiong, this Ye Qing's temper is not self-sufficient, but this looks... It's really gratifying... It's a pity to kill it now." A disciple who had been ignorant of the neon, When I saw Ye Qingying’s fabulous little face, my heart could not help but have a malicious thought.

"It is a pity, it can only be a pity. Today I don't want to see her alive and go down the bench." Song Junqiu whispered.

Two times before and after, Ye Qing fell on his face. If he didn't return color, how would he do things at the inner door in the future?

The three disciples got the words of Song Junqi and naturally knew how to do it.

Song Junqiu looked up, and the ill-fated eyes fell straight to Ye Qingyi.

"Ye Shimei, you are so timid today, I will not fall into your interest, life and death, life and death, Ye Shimei can be taken care of."

He quietly gave the other three people a look. The three disciples immediately understood the meaning of Song Junqiu. The four men immediately dispersed and began to encircle Ye Qingyu in the middle of the ring.

There is one person in the southeast and northwest, and Ye Qing stands in the center. Once they start the war, the four people attacked together and it is imaginable.

"Song Junqiu really did not intend to keep it, I see Ye Qingyi really want to explain here."

"Song Junqiu has brought over the frost swords today, and he has not been prepared to let go of Ye Qingyi." A disciple's eye-catching discovery of the sword at Song Junqiu's waist.

"Cold Frost Sword?"

"The Frost Sword is brought by Song Junqiu from the family. It is said that this frost sword is very expensive. If it is placed in Xuan Lingge, I am afraid that there will be no six or seven thousand Xuan Ming points, and I will not be able to change it."

"I heard that this frost sword is not only sharp, but also made of deep cold iron. It is extremely tough, but if it is injured by the frost sword, the wound will immediately be eroded by cold poison. Ye Qingqi is really hanging. ......"

Song Junqiu's birth is not low, the family is strong, and the frost sword in his hand is also quite famous. Although it is not a top weapon, it is also a kind of iron-cutting mud, plus the attribute of cold poison, on the weapon spectrum. , also dropped the name.

Song Junqi pulled out the frost sword at the waist, and the coldness of the silk was filled from the top of the sword. He raised his eyes slightly, and his slightly gaze was slightly overlaid from the sword of Ye Qing’s waist.

The scabbard was old and quaint, and it looked like there was no color at all. Song Junqiu glanced at it, and he ironically picked up the eyebrows.

"Ye Shimei, pull the sword."

(End of this chapter)