The best concubine of Huaxin Wangye

Chapter 310 Death Scythe
On the other side of the Phoenix Hall, the Ice Phoenix seemed to have sensed something, walking back and forth restlessly in the golden silk cage. At this moment, she felt very uneasy. Locked in the cage, there is no way to get out, so I can only worry.

The situation outside the city was not optimistic. After Leng Lun Qianye passed out, he never woke up again.Gong Qing, who was stimulated, was completely demonized, and Jin En, who was standing beside him, clearly felt a strong murderous aura emanating from him.

The long and slender ink silk is raised in the bitter wind, and the silk is shining with a little bit of cold light. The soft long eyelashes are covered with a layer of cold frost, and the dark pupil is like a pool of thick ink that cannot be melted. , It seems that it will explode at the touch of a touch.

That light golden robe couldn't conceal the magic that emanated from his body, the corners of the cherry-colored lips curled up in terror, and the corners of the succubus' eyes slightly raised, just one look scared Jiuli Ziquan to the point of losing his soul , the hand holding the sword trembled, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, he took two steps back, the sweat oozing from his palms and forehead betrayed his nervousness at the moment.

Didn't it mean that the Qilin Emperor's temperament has always been very gentle? Why did he feel that this is not the case? For a moment just now, he seemed to see a pair of black wings forming behind him, overflowing with devilish energy, not like the legendary Elegant like a fairy? !
Looking at Gong Qing who instantly turned into a demon, Jin En was stunned. He hadn't felt this kind of fear for many years. He almost forgot that this is what the emperor looked like back then. Because of this, the people in the palace feared him so much.

"Damn you..." The cherry lips parted slightly, and the cold voice made people shudder. When the words came to an end, a long scythe with a cold light appeared in Gong Qing's hand at some point. The silver heavy weapon seemed like a sword in his hand. Light as a feather.

The sharp sickle blade, the long silver handle, the exquisite and prosperous carvings, and the elegant appearance are just like its owner.

At this moment, Gong Qing is like a soul ecstasy from hell, with that angelic appearance, I am afraid that anyone will voluntarily give his soul to him.

That's right, this is the real Qilin Emperor, the man who had the title of "Immortal Demon" back then, since the death of his beloved woman, he has never touched a hand again, and the Death Scythe has never been stained with blood again, this is it After 20 years of awakening for the first time, I don't know if it is the same bloodthirsty as before.

Xiuzhi moved slightly, and with a turn of the silver handle, the sharp sickle blade hit Jiuli Ziquan's chest straight, and the silver weapon roared in the air.From the sickle blade, a vivid unicorn jumped up, its silver scales and sharp silver teeth glowed with a bloodthirsty silver light.

It is indeed the top-level artifact handed down by the Gong clan. The momentum alone is unstoppable. Jiuli Ziquan couldn't dodge at all, and was immediately knocked into the air by the powerful force of the sickle. With just this blow, he could no longer climb up. stand up.

"Poof——" A mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and the severe pain in his chest made him unable to cry out. He could feel his sternum shattered, and before he raised his head to beg for mercy, the sharp sickle He waved towards his face.

The latter's face was ashen, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant. He didn't dare to open his eyes until there was a loud noise in his ears. It was okay not to look, his heart almost stopped beating.

The sharp sickle was nailed into the ground along his pinna, and the bluestone bricks beside him were shattered by the remaining force of the sickle, and the eardrum was aching, almost shattered.

At some point, Gong Qing had already stood in front of him, his expressionless expression made him frightened, if he was angry or mad, he wouldn't be so frightened, but he had no expression at all.

If there is any emotion, it is killing intent. No matter how he ignores it, this killing intent will still tear through his flesh and blood and penetrate his soul.

His pupils shrunk like needles, his fingers dug hard into the ground, and his slender nails almost broke. From birth to now, Jiuli Ziquan felt real fear for the first time. The man in front of him is definitely not human!

At this time, Gong Qing has completely fallen into madness. Now his mind is only thinking about killing, and the tears in his heart are dying in front of him again. The impact on him is too great. He really can't bear it. The fire still couldn't stop coming out.

Back then, Xinlei's death was all his fault. No matter how much he blamed himself these years, it was futile, but this time it was different. They had just reunited, and they were cruelly separated again. How could he endure it.

"The next blow, I won't miss it again." Mo Mei hooked his lips, and with a slight force on the fingers holding the silver handle, the sickle was removed from Jiuli Ziquan's ear. Before the latter could breathe a sigh of relief, the former's words fell flat He was terrified.

"Wait! Emperor Qilin, you can't kill me!" Turning his eyes, Jiuli Ziquan seemed to have thought of something. At the moment when the god of death waved to him, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and this light gave him a glimmer of life. .

Gong Qing didn't pay attention to him, but leaned over and caressed Leng Lun Qianye's bleeding face, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, Xinlei, Qing will definitely avenge you."

The long sickle stood straight beside Gong Qing, the fingers holding the silver handle were slender and graceful, and the nails were beautiful and clear. The cold silver and the cool gold of the body, this fusion of gold and silver was incomparably harmonious.

The silver sickle was raised again, and the slender silver chain collided with the sickle blade, making a slight 'click' sound, shaking the hearts of everyone present. Jin En was already pale with fright, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet .

As for Jiuli Ziquan, he almost closed his eyes and screamed: "Gong Wushang is in my hands, if you kill me, he won't survive!" Just this one sentence almost used up all his strength. After speaking, he collapsed on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

This sentence really worked, the silver sickle stopped three millimeters away from his head, and the slight sound when retracting the sickle made Jiuli Ziquan heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he still held a trump card in his hand, otherwise he would Dead today.

"Wushang? Sure enough... Is that rebellious son of Juecheng also with you!" Gong Qing calmed down when Gong Wushang was mentioned. Although he had already guessed it, he was still very disappointed in Gongjuecheng. .

He is also a father. Could it be that he can't understand his difficulties at all? If he could choose, he wouldn't want to do that. Even if he doesn't like his mother, he is still his son after all. How could he be a little bit Don't even care about him.

(End of this chapter)