Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

The massacre was a completely one-sided massacre.

On the Huaguo Mountain, there were sounds of shouting and killing, swords and swords were everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The bandits were completely in the position of being massacred. They were completely unprepared and could only be passive. The reason why they could persist until now was due to Qingfeng's special training for them in the past half month. Otherwise, they would have been killed early.

That's it.

However, who could have imagined that so many people would suddenly appear on their own territory, and each one of them was a master. The bandits looked at the brothers around them falling one after another, their eyes turned red, and they roared

Fighting with the men in black.

It's just that those men in black are used to killing people. If the sword in their hands is cut down like a vegetable, one of the bandits will fall down. In the moment when Qingfeng flew up, many fell down.

In the lobby, the blood has overflowed into a river, and there are fallen corpses and broken corpses everywhere.

Massacre, this is absolute massacre.

Although Qingfeng had seen more tragic scenes than these in her previous life, when she saw these familiar faces falling down, her eyes still turned blood red, and ferocious murderous aura burst out from her body.

"Crack..." There was a clear sound of broken bones, which was particularly clear in the midst of the slashing. The people who were full of murderous intent did not feel that the movements of their men were all sudden, and couldn't help but swish and turn around to look.

In front of his eyes, he saw a phoenix dressed in white, as clear as the moon as a fairy in heaven, but as cruel and ruthless as a rakshasa from hell. With murderous intent all over his body, he rushed towards him. Everywhere he went, bones were broken.

the sound of.

Next to her, Nangong Aotian was filled with murderous intent. A long sword crisscrossed the area at an extremely fast speed, ending one life after another at an incredible speed.

The two of them passed the level and rushed into the center of the slaughterhouse in an instant.

Qingfeng's moves were quick and poisonous, while Nangong Aotian's moves were equally fast, poisonous, and accurate. Wherever the two of them passed, blood blossomed. The person whose life was terminated had not noticed how the two of them were.

The person who made the move had already fallen to the ground with shock in his eyes.

There are no fierce moves that should be required for killing, and there are no blood flowers flying in the sky during the killing. There are just one move to kill with just a few gestures.

Just like the sickle of death harvesting rice in autumn, everything is so orderly and silent.

In the fierce fighting field, the killings of these two people seemed strange and yet perfectly normal.

It seemed that this place was no longer a fighting place, but a stage, a stage specially prepared for the two of them.

It’s just a stage for the two of them!

The rest of the people are just dispensable foils and dispensable embellishments!

This is their era, just the two of them!

They are gods, gods of killing, and gods who dominate life!

At this moment, the two men, who are full of bloodthirsty auras, are simply unable to take their eyes away and can make people worship from the bottom of their hearts - because these are their gods!