Chapter 589 I don't know you

A inadvertent coldness in her chest made her unable to help looking down, but saw that in that place, the sharp tip of the sword that did not belong to her appeared on the originally smooth skin. Just as she saw this incredible scene, the pain and surprise spread synchronously. How could it be like this? While trying to solve the problem, she tried to save the life that was about to leave her. However, all these efforts are futile and of no use at all. Behind her neck, the man who exhaled and warmed her white and slender neck said softly, "This thing is not so easy to get."

The voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler, and with this sound, the same slender fingers stretched out from the back and lightly took away the bottle in Luo Chenyu's hand. The arm was as shiny as mutton jade, but it made Luo Chenyu's eyes look incredible, and the thoughts in his mind were full of "no With the three words "Yes", she suddenly saw that the arm was the same as the woman who was penetrated by the green light in front of her. How could this happen? Luo Chenyu's body wanted to turn around and looked at the woman who attacked her, but any of her efforts were in vain. What she did was just to accelerate the passage of life. And her lips tried her best to finally spit out a sentence,

"Who the hell are you~~"

The woman behind her listened to her question, smiled and swept in front of her like the wind. This time, Luo Chenyu finally looked clear. Isn't the delicate and beautiful but slightly pale face the woman she thought had been killed? But instead of dying, she took the opportunity to take her life. All this is full of an unusual strangeness.

What matched with it was that under the gentle fingers of the woman in white, the figure originally surrounded by the green light slowly faded away, and Luo Chenyu's vitality faded faster. She looked at the woman in white in front of her feebly, and her words were ethereal and distant, chasing her quietly flowing life. "You don't know. I have eight lives, so if you want to kill me, you have to kill me eight times.

After the woman in white said this, she no longer cares about Luo Chenyu's quietly falling body and looked at another place. In that place, a young man stood there, staring at him. The expression had an indescribable strange smell, and the young man's body did not know whether it was afraid or something else. Because, it trembled slightly.

"What, are you her companion and want to kill me and take it away?" Although the woman in white looked pale, she obviously had great confidence in her own battle. Therefore, she even behaved very kindly towards the young man.

This young man is Zhang Chong, and the reason why his body trembles slightly at this moment is not because he is afraid, but because he sees a sad shadow that he misses so much.

"Cold autumn~" He shouted softly, with a slightly bitter taste in his words.

"You know me, but I don't know you." Leng Qingqiu obviously did not expect that Zhang Chong would call out her name, and her expression at this moment did not seem to be fake, but it was a kind of appearance that she did not know Zhang Chong at all. She stood there and seemed to be thinking about something in her eyes, but no matter how she recalled it, she could not remember when she had seen the young man in front of her. However, this did not make her care too much. Maybe it was just that Zhang Chong had seen her somewhere. If the two did not meet, there would naturally be no memories.

But in Zhang Chong's heart, it was a more bitter feeling. He knew that Leng Qingqiu had completely forgotten him. He couldn't help remember that in that secret room. When he was full of longing to save Leng Qingqiu, he found that she was using three thousand troubles to comb him. That memory, now seems to have been completely combed. And these are obviously done voluntarily by Leng Qingqiu. Why did she do this? Although Zhang Chong is not clear about what kind of conspiracy is behind it, it is clear that all this is just a game. For him, the relationship with Leng Qingqiu is just one of the scenes. For Zhang Chong, he can't know what the whole situation looks like. He can only be like a soldier, either moving forward by himself or being pushed forward, but he can only move forward step by step, but there is no way out.

Zhang Chong followed Leng Qingqiu through the whirlpool that split the void and came to this place. However, after Leng Qingqiu answered his sentence, he did not know what to do for a moment.

Leng Qingqiu was not as overwhelmed as he was. Although she was seriously injured in two consecutive battles, especially in the battle with Li Xiaotian, she thought that there were not too many problems in dealing with Zhang Chong in front of her. What's more, her eyes are now completely focused on the weapons in Zhang Chong's hands. It was too familiar for her to use the weapon, and not long ago, she was thinking about how to use it for her own use.

"The nine heavenly soldiers are in your hands. It's really too wasteful. If not, just leave it to me." After Leng Qingqiu said this, a sword stabbed Zhang Chongji. This attack was as light as it was between talking and laughing, which made people feel that she had taken action, and the murderous spirit on the sword was condensed to the extreme and did not spread at all. It was not until it was ten meters around Zhang Chong's body that it was as colorful. Flying down, the sword spirit is like tangible petals scattered everywhere, looking beautiful and full of danger, while the tip of the sword blooms like a lotus from time to time, but it stabs at Zhang Chong's thirteen key points.

When Zhang Chong saw Leng Qingqiu's fast attack, he also bent down like a bow. The nine heavenly soldiers pointed to the front, and the flow of ten swords suddenly formed. A dark golden pillar showed a thick texture under the rising sun, across the front.

[The Flying Dragon in the Sky of the Dragon Pillar]

The ancient dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws and rushed forward. The power of its claws seemed to break through the void. However, although the sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand was not ordinary, it was still like a leisurely walk, easily blocked. With only these two battles, the strength of the two sides was immediately judged. Zhang Chong is also very clear about this. After all, he has not even reached the Xuanjie. If he fights with Luo Chenyu, he may be able to win, but compared with the cold autumn in front of him, it is much worse.

The cold autumn in front of him is no longer the cold autumn he knows. Although she is still beautiful, the killing and indifference in her eyes are all telling Zhang Chong that in her eyes, Zhang Chong is just an ordinary stranger, and he is also a stranger with a heavy treasure.

The two sword shadows met in the air, and the roaring dragon met thousands of flowers and rains, and the uninterrupted explosions resounded in the void. Zhang Chong only felt that the pressure in front of him was unexpectedly great, even much greater than that given to him by Yan Huange, which also made him have to go all out and dare not hide the slightest.

The twelve secrets of fate kept swinging away, and the loud body also flew out of the body at the same time. The snow-white wings flew to the sky, and the two red meat feet ran over with the touch of purple and red. And Zhang Chong's figure also suddenly accelerated his speed. The angel wings on his back rose, and the edge was as sharp as a knife, constantly trembling and making a gentle roar.

In the face of Zhang Chong's offensive, the corners of Leng Qingqiu's mouth rose slightly, raised with one hand, and there was no movement. The figure was as windless and automatic as stepping on the moon chasing the clouds. The light itself shined out, the petals rose like the sea, and the rune lines constantly appeared, just like the paintings engraved with heavy murderous intention. In a roll, the sunset shield with endless glitter on seven sides appeared.

The nine heavenly soldiers shouted softly, and the speed seemed to accelerate a little in an instant. The space where the ancient dragon's body speed soared by hundreds of meters seemed to be infinitely concentrated. In a blink of an eye, the snow was like electricity. Zhang Chong took a step forward and stood on the dragon's head. The nine heavenly soldiers fell down condescendingly, and a silver train rushed down, like a waterfall suddenly falling, with ten thousand power. It belongs to the same category as the sunset Aegis in front of him. It is like a strong man with almost the same strength, which can stimulate people's blood. The arrogant breath hidden in the nine heavenly soldiers was stimulated. At this moment, Zhang Chong seemed to have become a supporting role.

The sunset shield was also unwilling. A bunch of conical vortex flowed forward like lightning. For a moment, the stormy waves rolled up thousands of piles of snow, and the murderous atmosphere was like a tide and firmly locked dozens of feet. This one was going to shake with the nine heavenly soldiers.

There was a sound like destruction in the void. The shining light aroused boundless wind and snow. The figures of Zhang Chong and Leng Qingqiu loomed in the light, and the sound kept ringing. The successive collisions between the nine heavenly soldiers and the sunset shield soon affected their respective masters. Zhang Chong's mouth and nose were located. It had already spewed blood. He never expected that the battle would be directly pulled to the most intense and direct frontal stage, even if it was impossible to retreat, and Leng Qingqiu's strength was much higher than him, which also made him fall in the battle, although the chaotic breath in his body kept repairing him. The body is damaged more quickly.

Seeing more than ten moves, I will be shattered by this wanton murderous murderous atmosphere. Zhang Chong has no better way. He can only hold his hands high. The ancient magic furnace suddenly appeared, swallowing a cloud-like breath, opening and closing, and bumping into the cold autumn's body.