Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 389 is dead (1)

Song Junqiu and others were shocked and looked at the subconscious.

I saw a shadow suddenly bursting out of the falling dust, and the speed was so fast that they could not react.

The shadow was like a ghost, accompanied by a flash of cold light, directly to the side of the three disciples.

The three of them still had no time to see each other's appearance, a tingling, easy for an instant, coming from their throat.

They subconsciously erased, and the fingertips suddenly touched a warm liquid!

Before they have returned, the scarlet blood splatters directly from the wounds in their throats, like a piece of blood rain, splashing around!

Everything happens only in the blink of an eye, and it is turned into a dead silence.

A small white hand quietly pulled out the **** sword that was inserted at the edge of the ring. Under the splash of blood, Ye Qing’s smiling face was reflected in everyone’s sight.

The three disciples who had been wiped by the throat crashed into the ground, and their hands were licking the wound on their neck, but they couldn’t stop the blood that rushed out.

Ye Qing's smiling eyes, swept through the three beasts, and when the eyes crossed the stage and the flying shadows, the eyes could not help but smile.

"What are you crying? I am not dead?" Ye Qingyi looked at the tears of the face, and lost a handkerchief in the past. "Dry the tears and see how the three people breathed."

Nishang flustered to catch the handkerchief, widened his eyes, and looked at Ye Qing’s figure standing on the platform, and his eyes were shocked and happy.

Miss is fine!

Miss is really okay!

Ye Qingyi turned his head and looked at the four of them, the only Song Junqiu who stood on the ring.

At this moment, Song Junqiu’s face has already been splashed with blood. Under the blood, the sinister scorpion has only left a shock at this moment.

"You... why didn't you die?!" Song Junqi looked incredibly at Ye Qingyi, and couldn't believe it. Ye Qingyi was still unscathed under the three-shot phantom dragon!

"Death?" Ye Qingyan slightly raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips was even stronger. "How can the three people who are in the second division of the district hurt me?"

"What do you mean?" Song Junqiu's heart suddenly raised a touch of uneasiness.

Three districts in the district?

In this case, how can Ye Qingyi be able to export?

She herself is obviously just a heavenly order!

Ye Qingqi did not respond to Song Junqiu’s words. She just bowed her head and wiped the blood on the **** sword. Her eyelids were never lifted. I said: "I plan to play with you for a while, but you are looking for death and dare to move me. People, I am afraid that it is not so good temper, and let you live more."

Song Junqiu was shocked.

The moment when Ye Qing’s voice landed, she shot abruptly. At this moment, the way she attacked completely changed. On top of the **** sword, she covered a layer of red sword!

However, in the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive trend reversed, Song Junqi panicly raised the sword, wanting to block the attack of Ye Qingying.

The sound of the two swords slammed, and under the shackles, the sparks splattered. There was no tension on the face of Ye Qingying. Only smiled at the corner of the mouth, but Song Junqi, but in the twinkling of an eye, it was full. Sweating, the arm of the sword has been numb.

(End of this chapter)