Qingge lowered her head and wiped the Mingwang Sword, as if stroking a sacred treasure.

It's like a ceremony held before a warrior leaves.

Everyone looked at her, suddenly in awe.

For the sake of the people of the world, she was willing to die. Such courage was extremely valuable.

When the handkerchief was wiped to the last tip, Qingge dropped the handkerchief, put the soles of her feet on the ground, jumped up, and raised the Mingwang Sword high.

The momentum surged out, like the sky falling apart and the earth cracking, the sound of breaking wind rising, and this sword could cut through the sky.

The person Qing Ge was slashing at was no one else, it was...Lin Zhuchong!

When the King Ming's sword slashed towards Lin Zhu, Lin Zhu Chong let out a low roar and pulled out the medicine refining cauldron to block the sharp sword.

"Ye Qingge, what are you?!" Lin Zhuchong was furious, and a ferocious look gradually appeared on his face covered with black birthmarks.

Qing Ge raised her red lips and smiled like a flower: "Zhu Shenzhu, Lin Zhuchong, has been infected with thousands of poisonous plagues and deserves to die!"

A knife was struck on the cauldron for refining medicine. The cauldron was suspended above Lin Zhuchong's head and stood motionless. Looking at Qing Ge again, he was flying into the air with a long knife in his hand. The blade was slashing on the surface of the cauldron. The tiger's mouth was numb and trembling slightly. Qing Ge never let go.

Opening his hands, under the blade, the impregnable cauldron surface actually cracked with tiny cracks.

That was the cauldron of the Immortal God. How could she cut out the cracks with a single blow?

Countless people were shocked.

It is like a visual feast that makes people dare not blink at will, for fear that they will miss the wonderful picture if they are careless for a moment.

"Ye Qingge, don't be so presumptuous!" Yun Shuishui raised his scepter high, and the mist dragon appeared out of thin air, running wildly in the void, opening its bloody mouth, and rushed towards Qingge.

"Yun Shuishui, do you want to be shameless?!"

The demon god jumped up, pierced the water mist dragon with his sword, and struck the sky with his palm at the same time. At the moment when the light splashed everywhere, the demon god's body flew around, swinging his slender legs like a whip, and then he suddenly moved forward and kicked Yunshui.

In front of Shui, Yun Shuishui's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, hit the ground hard, and fell upside down.

The demon god suddenly felt happy and felt like he was beating a drowned dog.

The demon god gathered his sword energy, danced in red clothes, and landed smoothly on the ground. He turned back to look at the unkempt Yun Shuishui, and grinned: "Yun Shuishui, what's the matter with you? You must be sick, please show your face.

You want me to kick you? It will dirty my god’s shoes!”

Yun Shuishui was kicked by the Demon God until his eyes were filled with stars, and he was dizzy. He finally woke up and heard the Demon God's righteous words, and almost vomited blood in anger.
Chapter completed!