Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 388 is just like this (3)

The palm of the hand of Song Junqiu directly skipped Ye Qingyi and bowed to the edge of the ring.

Just listening to a loud bang, the hard and incomprehensible downfall, was smashed by Song Junqiu's palm, and countless dusts rose with the wind.

If Song Junqiu’s palm falls on Ye Qing’s body, he is afraid that the internal organs and bones will be broken.

Song Junqiu constantly fought with Ye Qingqi, and the three disciples standing in three directions showed a smear of sorrow in their eyes. The three men were lucky and the aura of the stock spread from them. Open, in the mid-air, condensed into three dragons!

In an instant, the three men made a move at the same time, and the three dragons descended from the sky, and straight to the center of the ring.

Song Junqiu's eyes skipped the three dragon shadows of the rapid flying shadows, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a sneer, and instantly pulled away.

"Ye Shimei, you have to go well..." Song Junqi sneered, and in the moment when the three virtual shadow dragons rushed to Ye Qingyi, the figure had fallen a few steps away.

The loud bang of the bang suddenly began, and the whole platform was smashed by the huge impact. The cobweb-like cracks spread all over the ring. The dust swelled and the lotus smog swayed and blocked. The sight of everyone.

"Phantom dragon? Song Junqiu are they crazy?!!" Under the roar, the disciples who watched the battle were really shocked by the three virtual dragons.

This is one of the exercises of Xuan Lingzong's inner door. It is extremely lethal. No one has thought that Song Junqiu would use this trick on Ye Qingyi's body.

"In the end, Song Junqiu wants to let Ye Qing's body be broken."

Between the dust flying, Song Junqiu's eyes flashed with vicious cold light, and the three disciples had already come to his side, and the four men were stunned and looked at the dust and fog in front of them.

"Song Shixiong, this time Ye Qingyi is really dead and dead." A disciple smiled.

Song Junqiu said: "It is her own choice, and she is no stranger to others. The victory and defeat have been divided, we can go back."

The three disciples nodded slightly, and the combined efforts of the three first-class disciples of the second-order disciples were definitely not the one-day-old Ye Qingzhen who could block them. They decided that Ye Qingying would die, and now they are ready to follow Song Junqiu. Go down the ring.

As they walked to the edge of the ring, the three disciples saw the nephew in the face of the embarrassment.

"Little beauty... Your lady is afraid that it will die. You said that this is why you are. If you are from us, it will not hurt her. Now she is dead, afraid that there is no one. You can protect you again, you can wait for us." The three disciples smiled badly, and the tone was arrogant.

One of them bent down and prepared to reach out and touch a small face.

Flying Shadow quickly hurriedly kept the neon behind him.

But at the moment when the disciple reached out, a cold light suddenly came out of the dust, and the cold flashes, a scream, directly from the scornful disciple!

The **** sword that flashed the light of the stars was inserted straight on the edge of the platform, and the blood was stained on the blade.

The hand that wanted to smack the neon slammed into the ring, a large piece of blood, instantly ejected from the disciples of the disciple!

"my hand!!"

"I want to move my people? You are afraid that there is no such thing." A slightly cold voice, suddenly rang from the middle of the ring.

[Updated on January 5th, what?]

(End of this chapter)