Iceberg beauty lifts her head

A charming air that doesn't match her age.

46. Chapter 46

"Oh? The price?"

Her bright red lips touched like a monster drinking blood.

Yao Qiyun's gaze was cold and solemn: "Of course you have to pay the price for taking someone's life for your own sake."

The blood boy took off his heavy cherry blossom red jacket and skirt, and the deep purple outfit made her look like a demon snake.

The steel blade on the finger is cold and bright.

She was raised in Pu's boudoir for three full years, but when she picked up a weapon, she still had the same aura as before.

The killer ambushing outside the window is also ready to attack at any time.

"Master Blood Boy will take action. This Yao Sect disciple named Yao Qiyun must report to Hades today!"

"What a catch. If he escapes by chance, our brothers will stab him to pieces."

"The disciples of the Yao sect are a big public enemy of our villains. If we kill him today, tomorrow the villains will party with our blood boy, won't they respect us like gods?"

"That's natural. Master Xuetong's bloodthirsty evil skills have almost reached the third level, but he came from the Yao family. It's rare for him to have such a good skin!"

After hearing this, the boy with the scar felt sympathetic: "Hey, Poor Gourd, tell me now what color and material of the coffin you like. I can go to the best coffin shop on this street to make it for you. You are exposed in the Corpse Pavilion!"

Yao Qiyun looked sideways, and saw the young man beating his chest, suddenly showing a compassionate expression.

He didn't say any more, and turned to look at the blood boy. A cold wind blew up from the ground, and his figure disappeared without warning.

A moment of astonishment filled the killer's mind.

Such a speed is unique in the world.

Can the Blood Boy, who has been out of war for many years, really be faster than him?

However, almost in the same world, there was a sneer from the blood boy: "If you don't have this ability, you are not worthy of a duel with me."

Before the words were finished, the five steel blades, like owls preying ferociously, disappeared in the shadow of the turbulent wind.

The sound of the blade piercing through the air was as sharp as a roar!

When everyone reacted after hearing the sound, the two of them had already crossed each other with a distance of [-] meters. The boy landed with his back facing the blood boy, straight as a bamboo pine, and his white clothes were still fresh.However, the embroidered cranes at the hem of the sleeves were stained with plum blossom-like spots of blood.

In the first move, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

Outside the rows of open windows, there were countless low-pitched whispers.

Yao Qiyun turned around, and the sound of white cloth boots stepping on the brick floor was clear and firm.

He wiped the blood from his arms, and quickly tied the wide white sleeve into a knot.

With the split palm like a sword in front of his heart, he suddenly attacked the blood boy!

Compared with the ethereal spirit before, his aura around him is even fiercer than before!

In the absolutely oppressive stillness, there was a muffled sound.

The boy's bare hands without any weapons directly hit the edge of the blood boy's five-fingered steel blade.

Very fine blood dust, sticky and splashing.

The audience watched nervously, holding their breath, the two people who were drawn into the battle, their inner strength surged like a sea of ​​flood, they were indistinguishable!

The blood boy stared at Yao Qiyun, his eyes flashed fiercely.

This is a fight between flesh and blood and steel, and he should have lost without a doubt.

The steel blade embedded in the palm of the opponent flipped over, and the extremely sharp tip cut in horizontally.

The boy's thin white palm was bleeding, and he remained motionless.

The gold and copper fingertips connected to the steel blade are gradually splitting the extremely dense spider web.

The blood boy's lips curved into a sly smile.

In the next moment, the pair of steel claw finger gloves on the blood boy's hand were shaken, and the copper fragments shone like rain in the boy's eyes.

"Stinky boy, don't be too happy."

She sneered, and also greeted Yao Qiyun with her bare palms. The fingertips of her palms were like the tail of a poisonous scorpion, wrapped in heavy blood thorns, and after one sting, one felt that one had lost all internal energy.

She urged all her strength, and the scar boy felt a wave of terrifying ripples in the air.

The young man who was closest to the impact was pushed away several feet in an instant, flipped several times in the air, and managed to settle on a long maple table.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the dripping blood stained the grain of the wooden table red.

However, when he raised his head, his eyes were as cold as ice, staring at people with palpitations.

His voice pierced through the blood in his throat, carrying a cold dampness: "Your real age is more than sixty at least, but your true energy is rarely exhausted, because you drink boy's blood all the year round - you feed yourself like this I'm curious how long the internal force can last."

Amidst the dust, his blood-soaked sleeves spread out suddenly, like a pair of bloody wings, unfolding in the pavilion.

Heroic and pure, like a demon-killing god.

Even though he was seriously injured, no one in the attic dared to underestimate him.

Because, his eyes silently conveyed a terrible message: he came to punish the blood boy, and he would never stop until he achieved his goal, even if he had to lose his life.

"Hmph, you tried your best just now, but you just broke my Vajra Claw."

The girl's eyes were indifferent, admiring the bloody Dan Kou on her fingernails: "Really, fortunately, my strength is not inferior to yours. Otherwise, someone like you who doesn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade would have already cut people into pieces up.

It stands to reason that a man of your age can seduce his soul when he sees a beautiful woman, but when you see the slave family, you are like a debt collector, and you are destined to kill others.I think that bad old man surnamed Pu is more elegant than you. "

The scarred boy covered his lips and smirked.

"You want Fengya, don't you?" Yao Qiyun also smiled lightly, his loose curly hair set off the clear lines of his profile: "I can give you Fengya."

The boy with the scar blinked his eyes and looked like a "good guy" on his face: "Tsk tsk, who did you learn this from? It doesn't seem like the boring gourd would say such a thing. Could it be that people can't be judged by appearances, and icebergs can't be fought?" quantity?"

"Heh, you are a martial artist, do you really understand what Fengya is?"

However, seeing the clear eyes of the young man, the blood boy just sneered, his slender and tight calves were gracefully curvy, as if he was taking fine dance steps, and the silver bells around him clashed fiercely, like a bloodbath The grand accompaniment of the dance.

Under the candlelight, the dark purple dress glowed with strange phosphorescence, and the color was sparkling.Purple-red light beads continuously radiated from the scales, like the rain of hell splashing from the molten lava.

She is using the most graceful dance steps in the world to dance the most brutal dance of killing.

The purple awns shoot out in all directions, murderous, forcing people to come regardless of enemy or friend.

Everyone outside the window trembled slightly, and the boy with the scar couldn't help shivering: "The dance of killing—once the breath of killing is released, all lives will be destroyed. No wonder the blood boy asked the younger brothers to wait outside the window. I dare not want to accidentally hurt everyone. Yao Qiyun has a quick fight!"

He immediately hid by the door.

During the dance, the blood boy stared at Yao Qiyun, his eyes reflected a demonic purple color: "Little friend, you only have a cultivation base of more than ten years, compared with my 60-plus years of cultivation, do you think you can still wonder if I can hold on?" How long?"

She flipped her wrist, and the blood beads condensed in the air turned into blood blades of death!

Thousands of swords were fired together, and the sound of fierce wind was drawn fiercely!

Everyone trembled excitedly again!

No one can survive the dance of blood!

The scarred boy stood by the threshold, closed his eyes subconsciously, and there seemed to be an afterimage of the boy being pierced by thousands of swords in front of his dark eyes:

"The disciples of the Yao sect died so badly this year. It seems that it is not easy to pretend to be a righteous person as a hero. It is more comfortable to be an unknown junior under the blood boy."

He proudly touched a blood dripping tattoo on his neck.

As the sound of silk cracking sounded one after another, after countless purple slips passed by, Yao Qiyun's white clothes, who had been hit by several blood swords, were shattered, flying into the sky like a white jade butterfly!

He broke out of the cage like a crane in the light rain, flew close to the ground, and approached the blood boy's face again in an instant!

However, the woman with a figure as agile as a snake twisted her waist, as if she was dancing a hot acrobatic dance, avoiding his approach very lightly and skillfully.

The prey quickly fled from the eyes, and a strange light flashed in the boy's eyes.

He turned to climb up his arms, and the strength in his palms was enough to pierce through gold and crack rocks, and pinched the girl's abdomen from left to right!

Between the two palms that met, there was a muffled sound, like clapping.

The blood boy spat out a mouthful of purple blood.

She stopped quickly making seals with her hands behind her back, and instantly summoned the blood glow floating all over the pavilion, and attacked Yao Qiyun!

The young man had just succeeded in that blow, and there was no time to dodge it.

Countless sharp thorns crashed into the boy's back!

A string of complicated Sanskrit words was quickly read from the blood boy's mouth. She opened her eyes angrily, and her purple pupils expanded in amazement, covering almost all of her eyeballs!

Summoned by the spell, purple light burst out like thunder, reflecting her stern face.

The clothes of the boy in white were torn apart, and countless blood holes burst open on his back!

His head was drooping as if he was powerless, and his slightly curly hair on the temples was scattered, hanging down in the light mist, dripping dripping cold sweat.

The thick blood stains on the clothes were difficult to wash away with sweat, and the whole body was covered with blood.

The pavilion was deadly quiet, and the sound of gasping for air-conditioning was especially clear.

The scarred boy fought fiercely with his upper and lower teeth: "My mother, Wan Jian pierced his back, what is this guy made of, even if he just missed the heart, he should faint from the pain if he keeps breathing..."

The blood boy flicked off his sleeves, and brushed away Yao Qiyun's hands that hit him with a double-click.

She formed a seal, and the young man fell to the ground exhausted like a withered plum.

"Yao Qiyun, listen to my advice, don't reincarnate as a disciple of the Yao sect in your next life." The girl's tall and pointed leather boots stepped on his hand, grinding hard on the floor:

"Just be a dog with your tail pinched, learn to wag your tail and beg for mercy, so you won't die so fast, right?"

The ear-piercing grinding sound of the soles of the shoes and the back of his hands trampled on his dignity.

Yao Qiyun