"JiQiao? ！” Wind soul again surprised and angry to see this guy he is dead "hidden niang them there? What did you do to them? "
Ji Qiao looked at him coldly with cruel blood in his eyes. "I killed them!"
The wind and soul felt a chill in their hearts, the altar was broken, and the spirit and the hidden mother were gone. Although it was surrounded by storms, he did smell blood. There was still a broken cheongsam sludge on the ground of Jiqiao, and it stained the pure pink.
Heartache, remorse, clinging to the heart of the wind soul, let him give birth to the method of suppressing the pain, violently drinking and thundering. He held a purple evil spirit knife and jumped at Jiqiao. With this trend, it was like a tiger, a knife, a shower, tearing the mouth, and the wind was raging.
However, JiQiao is standing there with a black gas, so it gives birth to a black gas mask with a purple evil spirit knife, and the whole person is bounced back, not only failing to hurt JiQiao, but also shaking his arms.
"You" JiQiao looked at him with disdain in his eyes. "Is that all?"
When Ji Qiao’s figure flashed, he was instantly close to the wind soul, and the wind soul came unexpectedly. The sword blocked the green sun spirit to protect Ji Qiao’s palm. Everything directly broke into the green sun and hit the wind soul’s chest, and the wind soul spurted blood and flew straight into a tree to stop.
The old tree he hit inexplicably turned into dust, and the wind soul struggled to suppress the surge of blood gas. Just a few days ago, this guy still managed to catch him with a knife. However, at this moment, the strength of the two people was completely exchanged. Although Fabai Jiqiao would suddenly become so strong, the wind soul clearly knew that the biggest crisis in his life was just around the corner.
Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Jiqiao’s hatred for him.
It’s a kind of hate carved into the bone marrow
Anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger and anger.
"What else do you want to do? Kill me to avenge Nie Yinniang? " Ji Qiao looked at him coldly. "In those days, you made her cut bones and mince meat, and now you brought her here to kill her. If you hadn’t met her, her roots wouldn’t have fallen to this point. The person who has been hurting her so much … is you."
The wind soul’s pupil shrinks and knows that Jiqiao is hitting him with words. However, at this moment, he still can’t help thinking … Would her fate be better if Miaomiao hadn’t met me? Would the hidden mother be happier if she hadn’t met me?
"When Miao wanted to die," Jiqiao asked slowly, "why didn’t you accompany her?"
As soon as the voice was spoken, Jiqiao attacked the wind soul with his fists full of resentment and black death breath. The wind soul forced itself to resist the problem of Jiqiao again and again, but how to get rid of it.
Miao Xiang died so tragically … Why didn’t she die with her?
Black fist, wind, purple knife, and a flash. Two people draw a rainbow. Ji Qiao had a delicious meal, but once again he spit out blood and threw it into the enclave.
Although he threw himself into the enclave, he laughed
Knowing that Wang Miao wanted to die tragically, he just wanted to die with the beautiful fairy, whether he was rushing into the Emperor’s Palace to challenge Mrs. Ziguang or being killed by Zhen Ya Yin Ice Lake for more than 300 years, he always wanted to die with her at every moment. What made him unwilling to die like that? Even if he was away from Ya Yin Ice Lake, his life had no meaning at all … until he met Yin Niang.
Even though he felt guilty about Yin Niang in his heart, in those days he really regarded Nie Yinniang as Wang Miao and wanted to continue to know such an idea. I’m sorry that Yin Niang knew that their real roots were two different people, but at that time it was because he met Yin Niang that his genius slowly recovered his color.
Slowly raise the purple evil spirit knife and call for more mysterious spirits of heaven and earth. There, heavy rain brushed his face. Step by step, he walked towards Jiqiao, and the wind and rain stopped him.
"Do you finally feel that you should die early?" JiQiao looked at him with a sneer. "Then I’ll be you."
"I won’t die" wind soul light tunnel "even if I will die, I will kill you first … to avenge Yin Niang"
"Revenge for her? If it weren’t for your wonderful thoughts, you wouldn’t … "
"Thinking with Wang Miaoxiang" Feng Soul suddenly binged drinking and stared at Jiqiao’s eyes filled with angry bloodshot "Nie Yinniang is Wang Miaoxiang of Nie Yinniang. No matter how much you used to like Miao Miao, the real Miao Miao has already died. You killed her tonight. It’s a koo girl!"
The knife flashed with thunder.
JiQiao hold up the black barrier instantly blocked the purple evil spirit knife.
The wind soul looks ferocious JiQiao face is also very distorted.
Shi Jiqiao tasted that he didn’t know how to blame the wind soul. No matter whether Wang Miao wants to die or not, it is her own choice, just like the girl who refused to give in. There is someone in their hearts who is more important than their life. They should be able to protect that person and regret it.
He accused the wind soul because he was jealous that he could bear all the pain and humiliation, but he could not bear what he could not get and was easily obtained by others.
"You" Feng Soul looked at him coldly. "Root is a poor wretch like you … no wonder Miao Xiang can’t see you."
JiQiao facial expression, a change as if by acupuncture.
And the wind soul took advantage of the words to tear the heart out of the wound. At that moment, the purple evil spirit knife broke through the void and instantly split into Jiqiao’s chest, and then conveniently cut Jiqiao’s body only by relying on the support of the spine without breaking it.
Jiqiao put his hand over his chest and fell to his knees, and the red liquid was constantly flowing out, and the rain washed away and rolled into the mud. However, his face was not painful, but he laughed wildly, and the thunder crossed and roared together, which sounded strange, sad and boring.
It’s over! The wind soul slowly raised the purple evil spirit knife to cut JiQiao’s head. At this moment, the product in his chest was not angry with this person, but the deepest pain.