Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

In the sky, the dark clouds are getting bigger and bigger, the huge shadow, the astonishing aura.

A thunderstorm rolled from the sky.

In the sky above the head, the dark clouds changed, rolled, roared, and pressed over.

The top of the mountain was like a sharp sword in the dark clouds, trembling, piercing the sky, rumbling muffled thunder, one after another, exploding in the rolling sky.

Flying the first heavy rain in spring, the momentum is majestic.

Washing away everything.

Aotian has led the heroes of the Phoenix Valley in ambush for five hours in the torrential rain, lurking motionless.

He really wanted to do it, but he only had 30 soldiers and horses, and all the elite soldiers in Phoenix Valley were here. He brought them out of Phoenix Valley, and naturally he would bring them back to Phoenix Valley.

Each of them is a dowry prepared by Qingfeng for himself, and his heart aches!

Now, besides killing, he has learned to restrain his temper, and only wants to exchange for the greatest success at the smallest price.

Midnight is the time when people's spirits are most depressed, and it is best for him to make a surprise attack at that time.

His Qingfeng didn't need a single soldier, just led her millions of soldiers to show their face in the fortresses of various countries, and could make the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms retreat. The Phoenix Queen is so powerful, even he, the Phoenix King, can't win. It's too ugly isn't it?

Although, he never cared that his woman was strong!

The corners of Aotian's mouth raised, cold and sharp, but when he thought of the warm figure in his memory, a warm color flashed in his eyes.

She is the sunshine in his life, illuminating his world.

And this sunshine will accompany him, fighting all the time.

Although he didn't have any grand plans for hegemony, he also knew that as a member of the Ming Kingdom, he was doomed to be unable to escape the shackles, and the Crown Prince of the Ming Kingdom was still him until now, even though he left the Ming Kingdom.

These are destined for him not to be too plain.

Although, he doesn't care about the position of a bullshit prince?

But the Ming Kingdom was the homeland he had fought for, and he couldn't bear it!

He never thought of locking Qingfeng in that deep courtyard and preventing her from taking risks.

Because, that is blasphemy, a blasphemy against Qingfeng.

It was a blasphemy against Qingfeng, who loved him deeply and devoted herself to overcoming obstacles for him.

For love, we should live and die together, and move forward hand in hand.

Whether it is a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, we should hold hands and face it together.

Live, live together.

Die, also die together.

His phoenix is ​​not a delicate flower in a greenhouse that cannot withstand wind and rain, but an evergreen tree that rises in the wind and stands in the rain.

The sky was dark, and the accident happened in an instant.

"Do it!" In the black rainy night, his voice was cold and chilling, full of determination.

When everyone was most sleepy, the heroes leading the Phoenix Valley appeared in Duan Yu's 50 army like magic soldiers.

The entire land under the night rain was completely shrouded in the collision of blood and killing.

That's life composing ballads, accumulating elegy with blood.

No howling roar.

There was no loud cry.

They are all extremely precise attacks, and they are all exquisite.

Blood and tears kept falling from the sky.

There are no fancy tricks, only the sharp sword flashes sharply in the night rain.

That is the bitterness of real blood.

There is also the domineering arrogance of putting one's death to death.

Who else but me will slaughter all the violent killings.

This is a cruel reality. If you want to survive, you can only be the first to chop the opponent down.

If the opponent does not fall, then the one who falls will be yourself.

The sharp sword in Aotian's hand is like a sickle for harvesting wheat, constantly reaping life, his agility is dazzling, the blade is wrapped in white snow, like billowing white waves, the place where it passes is turned upside down, a mess, until the opponent is defeated.

He was dressed in black armor, making his face more and more clean, with bright red lips, high nose bridge, and deep eyes like deep pools, looking at the messy battlefield with radiance, a drop of blood slowly dripped down the corner of his forehead. Flowing down, meandering across the contours of the face.

Beside him and under his feet, there are thousands of dead bodies, bloody everywhere.

The war is raging, everything is howling, the earth is shaking, and the sky is bleeding. He stands in the hideous pool of blood with a knife in his hand. Even though he is killing all his body, he still stands proudly like a towering snow mountain, which makes people look up to him.

The king of ghosts has never been in vain.

Duan Yu's complexion changed drastically, he had calculated thousands of times, he didn't expect Aotian to appear so quickly, his eyes narrowed slightly: he came too fast, and he rushed to the front line of fighting fearlessly.

At this moment, in Duan Yu's eyes, he seemed to see that in the rainy night, amidst the shadows of swords and swords, his body seemed to be shining with golden light, like the ninety-five years of brilliance, so dazzling that people dare not look at him closely.

His eyes swept over those heroes who were like vigorous dragons, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Damn it, that woman actually gave her three years of painstaking efforts with both hands.

It wasn't until recently that he knew that at the junction of the five kingdoms, a mysterious and powerful force appeared, and it was none other than Qingfeng.

That woman worked hard for three years just to stand by his side in an open and honest manner.

He is jealous!Jealous of Aotian's good luck, there is actually such a person in this world who can serve him wholeheartedly.

If that woman's favorite person is him, what a... help for him!

Nangong Aotian, you make men all over the world jealous!

A coldness slipped through Duan Yu's eyes, and he said slowly in a low and cold voice: "Bring the arrow!"

"Your Highness..." The guards beside him wanted to remind Duan Yu that they were on the way to escape, but they were frightened by the coldness in Duan Yu's eyes.

The guard hastily handed over the silver bow on his body to Duan Yu's hand, slowly stroking the crossbow arrow with his fingertips, put his four fingers together, clasped his thumb tightly, touched the arrow, put on the bow, bent the crossbow, and suddenly let go of the fingers holding the arrow!

The silver, cold and bright crossbow arrows flew off the string, and flew towards the vigorous body on the battlefield!

Back then, he watched Aotian, Qingfeng and others slip away from under his nose. For three years, he practiced his skills hard for this moment.

The cold arrow pierced through the air, and silver splashed.

In an instant, I saw Aotian's body like a full moon, with rounded arms, swinging a knife and throwing it, the cold blade was like a self-luminous lightning flash, and thunderously returned the blow.

Duan Yu's silver arrow was struck by him with lightning speed, split open, as sharp as usual, the sharp arrow could be broken, and the cold light suddenly stopped.

Duan Yu's eyes were full of light, and in an instant, another sharp arrow pierced through the air.

Serial arrows, the ultimate skill that he has painstakingly practiced for three years, is specially created for the man in front of him!

So far, no one can avoid it!