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Ning Qingming suppressed the surge in his heart, and the silver gun in his hand was once again overflowing with power, carrying a lot of snowflakes, and poking towards the behemoth.

If Ning Qingming's cultivation base was a bit higher, perhaps, with this cold power, this behemoth could be completely frozen.

Nai He... Nai He...

She didn't have it now, this kind of little snow flying around, in the eyes of the behemoth, it was really nothing.

There were several muffled hums in its mouth, and Ning Qingming was shocked out.

This powerful shock made her feel that her internal organs seemed to have moved in an instant, and she was very weak all over.

Ning Qingming felt uncomfortable again, and under the pressure of this behemoth, he couldn't raise any strength at all.

Fuck-your uncle, what if you just got an inheritance, it seems like it's all tasteless, it's useless.

After thinking about it, it is still a pity.

Ning Qingming still fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and looked at the behemoth walking towards him step by step.

now! Can you just wait for death?

Thinking of this, Ning Qingming felt a strange feeling in her heart.

This feeling is really indescribable. It seems to have a pair of small, cold hands that are constantly stroking-touching her cheeks. This kind of non-feeling is really getting more and more. It's weird.

Her mood has also become very complicated.

Her eyes were also a little loose. She saw Hua Siluan and the others hiding behind another pile of rocks, all of them smiling and coveting.

It's as if you are deliberately waiting for you to get something from yourself after you die.

Ning Qingming gritted her teeth, she wouldn't let people watch jokes.

She gathered all the spiritual energy in her body together, and the power from all over her body sprayed out.

A large number of snowflakes will slowly gather from her hand, as if there is some powerful force.

"Boom—"

The long-gun in Ning Qingming's hand suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice, snow and frost, exuding a chilly air, and carrying unspeakable coercion.

The behemoth jumped up, just about to slap Ning Qingming to death with his paws, but at this time the air pressure radiating from Ning Qingming's body actually made him unable to move.

In the mouth of the behemoth, it began to make that kind of whining sound again, as if it had reached the extreme of its anger.

Hua Siluan, who is hiding behind the stone not far away, you and the others, are bleeding from Qi orifices one by one, with terrifying faces.

Ning Qingming also felt that she couldn't hold on anymore. Her nose began to bleed, and her mouth began to gush a lot of blood, and her eyes were also red, as if she couldn't get out of it. Think about it. , It's a little scary to sleep.

Just when Ning Qingming felt that the entire world would be destroyed by this behemoth, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of her dazed eyes.

In his hand, he held a sword tightly, and the body of the sword was white...they kept shining with light.

The giant beast kept dodge, but it was still unable to escape from the fine sword net he had woven.

Waiting until Ning Qingming fell into a coma, she seemed to see the giant beast shooting him on the ground, and it seemed to be...like...