Commanding Wind and Cloud

He shook his head vigorously and tried not to think about this problem. It is rumored that the witches of the demon clan have the ability to play with the souls of men, and this Lucifer Liushui seems to have that ability.

The third moon slowly rose into the sky, unable to lie down any longer, stood up and looked around nervously.

Black horizon, all of a sudden! The shadow reappears!

The slender and slender figure is so fragile in the strong wind of the night, as if the next gust of wind blows by, this delicate figure can be blown away without a trace.

"Hai Qing'er..." Jin Jin stepped forward subconsciously, feeling someone grabbing her shoulder from behind: "No two, I know what I'm doing."

Duan Feng Bu Er and Lucifer Liu Shui looked at each other silently, and silently let go of the palm that was clasping the shoulders of Mo Jin.

Staring vigorously at the beautiful shadow under the night, I haven't seen each other for nearly three years, but the shadow that has been engraved in my mind will not disappear because of the passage of time, but become clearer because of the scouring of time.

Qian Jin moved towards Qian Ying step by step, and the black figure under the moonlight trembled slightly, as if to back off to avoid Qian Jin's approach, but finally stood still.

The short distance was not fast, but it felt like walking for hundreds of years in the long river of time before arriving in front of this woman.

Hai Qinger! Looking at the girl in front of me with enthusiasm, three years! There was hardly any change in Hai Qing'er's body. A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing up Hai Qing'er's long black hair, and the thin clothes flapped in the wind, making one wonder if she would catch a cold in such a cold wind.

three years ago! Under the same moonlit night, on the empty street, the proud girl stood at the end of the long street, bidding farewell to herself with silent eyes.

Three years later, we meet again...

Qian Jin's body trembled slightly, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch her long hair, but was stopped by the cold and emotionless eyes.

Qian Jin has never seen such cold and emotionless eyes. Even in Chekfleet's eyes on weekdays, what flashes more is just indifference, and emotion or emotion can be found in the indifference.

There was no emotion in Hai Qing'er's pupils, like a beautifully carved doll, not a living person.

"Qing'er..." He called softly, "You, are you here to look for me?"

Hai Qing'er's face, like a beautifully carved puppet, showed no expression at all, but nodded lightly as an answer.

He took a small step with enthusiasm, wanting to reach out and hold the girl in his arms. Compared with three years ago, the girl was even thinner. Surviving in this ancient barren sea of ​​sand is a very difficult thing.

Hai Qing'er suddenly took a quick step back, and was taken aback for a moment. The back just now looked more like floating, like floating on paper without any weight, and there was an indescribable special fighting skill hidden in it.

Fighting skills? Amazement appeared on the face of enthusiasm: "Qing'er, when did you start to practice warrior fighting style? This ancient barren sea of ​​sand, how are you..."

Hai Qing'er lightly raised the palm of her right hand, was stunned for a moment, and raised her right hand with a smile. This was a game that the two of them often played before. It didn't require any dialogue, just palms facing each other to feel the other's body temperature. As long as the palms were pressed together, it was as if the hearts of both sides were embracing.

body temperature? Qian Jin suddenly discovered that Hai Qing'er didn't emit any heat from her body, as if she really looked like a beautifully fired porcelain doll without expression.

The two palms are slowly approaching... approaching...

Sudden! The long hair behind Hai Qing'er suddenly stood on end, a vast, cold, and oppressive fighting spirit came out of her body! There was a gray light on the forehead of that delicate face, and the light quickly formed a magic circle, a magic circle that was hard to say was familiar but would never be forgotten.

Lucifer against the cold! Among the metal mines, there is such a magic circle on the skull of Lucifer Nihan, the once powerful fallen angel blood demon warrior who died for who knows how many years, and only the skeleton remains!

Almost exactly the same magic circle! Maybe there is a difference, but there is no difference at all in the icy cold and inhuman grudge released from the magic circle!

If there is any difference between the two, it is that Hai Qing'er's explosive strength is still above Lucifer's bones against the cold.

This is? Qian Jin was stunned for a moment, Hai Qing'er's fighting spirit exploded completely, the sand under her feet did not make any movement, and the palm prints staggered away from Qian Jin's palms, and they were printed on her chest.

No time! With a flick of his wrist and his elbow like a spear, the vindictive energy in his body erupted at 45,000 revolutions, smashing the ground and cutting across Hai Qing'er's erratic palm that made it impossible to figure out the route.

The palms and elbows clashed, fighting spirit splashed like wind knives, and there was a chirping sound in the air, like dozens of knives slashing out of thin air at the same time.

What kind of vindictiveness is this? Motivation frowned, the more powerful the fighting spirit, the more it should have the breath of life. Whether it is a demon, a human or a barbarian, this is absolutely figured out, but in such a powerful fighting spirit, there is hardly a trace of life. Instead, it exudes a cold death breath similar to a corpse.

Click...

The woman's wrist made a crisp sound, and her motivation felt a pain in her heart. The warrior's instinct was to attack with all her strength under danger, but it hurt her own woman's wrist. She wanted to take away part of her fighting spirit, but found that Hai Qing'er didn't have the slightest expression of pain on her face.

As if the broken arm was not hers, the broken wrist was twisted in a weird shape, the light of the magic circle on the forehead became brighter again, the power of the outbreak of fighting spirit instantly doubled, and he slapped another erratic palm.

how so? Looking at Hai Qing'er's wrist with vigor and amazement, he was even more curious that the elusive line of Hai Qing'er's palm strike was familiar, and three of them were the way of the first hammer of Shengfeng's Eighteen Hammers.

It's just that, compared to the fierce and domineering Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers, this palm strike has more weird and confusing lines, making it even more difficult to figure out where the final landing position of this palm will be.

Disaster! Qi Jin has never felt that fighting is so difficult. If the opponent is a different person, he can just pull out the knife and fight the opponent desperately. But this person in front of him is Hai Qing'er. Throwing knives, bows and arrows, knife slashing, and killing methods are completely unusable.

Lightning and flint, energy can't be considered too much, the palm meets Hai Qing'er's palm, the tyrannical fighting spirit collides with the palms of the two and there is a thunder, and the energy feels like being hit hard by a rhinoceros, the five fingers suddenly clasped Hai Qing'er's palm, and the blood in the chest churned like a river hanging upside down.

"Qing'er, it's me!" Motivatedly raised his left palm to grab Hai Qing'er's slapped palm again, clasped his fingers tightly together, and never let go despite the collision of fighting spirit, wanting to use the temperature between the palms to wake up Hai Qing'er who attacked suddenly.

um... um... um...

The magic circle on Hai Qing'er's forehead became brighter and brighter, and the icy fighting spirit surged rapidly in an instant, from inferior energy to counterpressure energy in an instant, and the white palms were billowing with black energy, sending out a surging impact.

puff!

The Dou Meridian and Dou Qiao repaired in Qian Jin's body received stronger Dou Qi again, and was injured again in a short period of time. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat, and hot blood splashed on Hai Qing'er's face.

Hai Qing'er, who had no expression at all, had a strange gleam in her eyes without any emotion at the moment when the hot blood was staining her face.

The calm and expressionless cheeks of a porcelain doll suddenly flashed a trace of incomprehensible doubts. Almost at the same time, the magic circle bursting with gray light flashed brighter again, Hai Qing'er's puzzled complexion was forcibly smoothed instantly, and there was a trace of pain in her eyes, not from physical pain, but more like mental pain.

"ah!"

Hai Qing'er suddenly let out a hoarse roar, and the death-gray grudge all over his body surged again and again, and his head suddenly slammed hard on Qian Jin's forehead.

boom! Like the sound of war drums resounding through the deserted desert sea, Hai Qing'er's white forehead was bruised immediately, but she still couldn't struggle to free her vigorous palm, and harsh hoarse screams came from Hai Qing'er's mouth, but she didn't say a single real human word.

boom! boom! boom! Hai Qing'er bumped his head again and again, and the golden body guard of Jin Jin also felt dizzy. Hai Qing'er's forehead turned from bruises to bright red, and blood began to flow out, but there was no sign of stopping the impact at all.

how so? Why? Qi Jin suddenly opened his ten fingers, and let go of the palm that he didn't want to let go. If the impact continued like this, Hai Qing'er's head might be smashed!

Hai Qing'er escaped from the clenched hands, and let out another hoarse whistling sound, without even looking at her energy, she turned around and ran towards the ancient barren sand sea.

"Qing'er..."

Raising his legs vigorously to chase after him, a huge thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, knocking countless yellow sand into the sky, and the golden sand turned into scorched black under the strike of lightning.

A huge Jinpeng Thunder Eagle hovered in the sky, glared at Gan Jin fiercely, and then glanced at the Pan Hongji hidden in the sand behind him, turned around and flew away at high speed.

Qi Jin stared blankly at Hai Qing'er who was flying away on the Jinpeng Thunder Eagle, feeling faintly that she would not appear here again tomorrow.

Is it really Hai Qing'er? He stared blankly at the position where Jinpeng Leidiao disappeared in the sky, but his appearance was unmistakable! But that temperament is completely different, it is not Qing'er's temperament, but also has that tyrannical strength.

In just three years, Hai Qing'er was not a blood warrior, and had never had any basic training as a warrior since she was a child. How could she be so strong?

If it wasn't Hai Qing'er, then who was it just now? Momentum felt his head was in a mess, and he slapped his forehead hard, and it was that weird magic circle again! I was so busy these days that I was completely dizzy, and I forgot to ask Teacher Inscription for advice.

ps: The second update, monthly pass